MM Secret Santa 2016

Happy (belated sorry) Christmas, @magnoliajades​! Surprise - I was your Santa. ^3^ I hope you like it, and if not, message me and we can talk about it~! (Or, message me anyway, cuz you’re cool lol)

Clue: Jumin or Zen or 707 

*no NSFW

Summary: It was the evening of Christmas Day, and after a successful fundraiser, Zen was anxious. The stars were hidden behind clouds, and MC would be arriving soon. ((a short one-shot for the Mystic Messenger Secret Santa event!))

The stars were hidden tonight.

In spite of himself, Zen was anxious. It was Christmas, and snow fell gently all around the city. It was beautiful to watch: it drifted silently downwards, occasionally wafting one way or another when the wind picked up.

Zen pulled his scarf closer around his neck. His boots crunched lightly against the thin layer of snow that had gathered on the rooftop as he stepped backwards, staring up, ignoring the beauty of the snow-covered city before him.

God, he thought, I need to calm down. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, and focused on exhaling slowly instead.

MC would be here soon. His heart lit up when he pictured her smile. Earlier today, she and the rest of the RFA had thrown the best Christmas fundraiser yet, meeting their goal in even less time this year. Everyone had been smiling and laughing, bubbly with Holiday joy. But most importantly, MC had worked tirelessly all day, doing her best to make sure things went smoothly. He’d hardly had time to snatch a kiss or two before she twirled away again, greeting new guests or helping give out refreshments. 

He’d be lying to himself if he said it didn’t bother him at all, but what could he do? MC was just doing her job, and he had to admit that she was by far the most well-suited to it out of everyone he knew.

Zen sighed, tucking his hands into the pockets of his coat; his right touched his cell phone, and he pulled it back out. After a second of hesitation, he decided to put his anxiety aside. It wouldn’t do well to look distracted in a selfie, and besides, even if he did look worried, wouldn’t that be the best time to capture a wistful look on his glorious face?

Well, maybe, but the point was to keep himself occupied. Zen took a good number of pictures on the roof, posing this way and that, making sure the lighting was just right, before finally opening up the Messenger app.

Grinning to himself, he signed into the chatroom and sent his best-looking selfie. MC wasn’t online, but Yoosung and Jaehee were. Everyone would be able to bask in his good looks once they logged on, even Mr. Trustfund Kid™. As Zen headed back downstairs, he made sure to add some pizazz to his messages in the form of floral borders and winking emotes. (Yoosung seemed unimpressed. Jaehee seemed star-struck.)

For the next few minutes, Zen allowed himself to be a bit self-centered; he gushed about his good looks, and Jaehee agreed that he looked better than a sculpture. Even Yoosung admitted Zen was good-looking, though Zen wasn’t sure what to think when the blond went on to compare him to a LOLOL character. (Seriously, this was why the boy was hopeless.)

Then MC called him, and everything else took its rightful place on the back burner. He typed out a hasty goodbye to Jaehee and Yoosung before clicking to accept the call.

“MC!” he answered somewhat breathlessly. “I was just wishing I could talk to you on the Messenger…” His heart stopped for a moment when she said she was outside, and then it started beating so quickly he thought it might burst straight from his chest. “Okay, just a second…” He hurried to the front door, took a deep breath, and opened it.

And he was breathless again.

MC stood outside, dressed warmly for the cold weather, a light blush from the wind giving her cheeks a rosy tinge. When their eyes met, she smiled, and Zen’s heart did a backflip.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Come in, MC. You look cold.”

Into the entryway they strode, Zen turning to close the door to the unwanted evening chill. He led MC into the living room, and after offering some refreshments, Zen settled down onto the couch beside MC.

Zen let out a sigh. “To be honest, MC…” he hesitated, glancing over at her, and then averted his eyes, smiling with embarrassment. “I’ve been stressing out over tonight. I don’t want to look weak or worried in front of you, but…” He shrugged. “I’ve been anxious all evening.”

MC smiled understandingly. Zen felt her small hands wrap around his own, warm and comforting, and he looked over to her again.

“Did you notice you can’t see the stars?” MC said. Zen’s eyes widened as she continued. “I remember when we first met, you took me to see them on the roof.”

A breathless “Yeah” was all Zen managed to say. She looked absolutely stunning. He remembered the first night they were together, when they’d looked at the night sky side by side. His memories didn’t do MC any justice; she was more vibrant than anything he’d ever known. He leaned closer to hear her voice better.

“Is that why?” she asked. “The reason you’re anxious, I mean?”

He laughed lightly. He noticed they were much closer than before; he made no move to pull away.

“I have something much better than all the stars in the sky,” he murmured, and leaned forward to press his lips chastly against hers. Then he pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers, and smiled. “You make me nervous. You make my heart race, MC. I want to give you the best Christmas ever… Do you think I can do that?”

The blush that covered her cheeks sent his heart sprinting.

“Of course.”

They both grinned, and Zen leaned forward again to kiss MC.

He pulled away before he became too breathless.

“Then…” He slid off the couch, leaning down on one knee. “I’ll make one more selfish request.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. MC gasped as he opened it to reveal a simple, elegant ring. “Can you give me the best Christmas ever?” he asked. “All you have to do is say yes.”

MC’s hands covered her mouth, her eyes wide. This was why Zen had been nervous. Even for an actor like him, the suspense that thickened with every passing second set his mind ablaze with doubts. What if she said no? Maybe he wasn’t good enough. Maybe he was reaching, maybe he’d been reading their relationship wrong, maybe–

His mind came to a screeching halt as she nodded.

“Yes,” MC said breathlessly.

Zen simply stared up at her before he finally gathered himself. Smiling as brightly as he ever had, he stood with her, sliding the ring onto her ring finger.

“This Christmas, and every single one after, too,” he said, “I promise I’ll spend them all by your side.”

This time, when he swept MC into his arms for another kiss, he felt his anxiety melt away, leaving behind a feeling of total bliss.

The stars were hidden tonight. That was fine. Zen had something better to look forward to.

To: @archer-cinnamonroll-son  From: Imagines of the RFA Merry christmas!

”Bro, just kiss me. It’s a prank, it would be so funny, c’mon bro.“

 That’s what Seven half jokingly said.

They were both sitting on the floor in Seven’s “little hideout”, and were just hanging out like normal. Eating chips, drinking soda, and talking about everything and nothing. 

After all the happenings of hacking, Mint Eye, uncovered secrets, it was nice to have a normal hang-out together.

He didn’t expect Yoosung to actually kiss him.

That wasn’t just a little brush on the lips, or a peck, that was a kiss. Soft lips, that lingered a bit longer than they probably should’ve have.

Yoosung kissed him.

Kiss.

Kiss.

That wasn’t the plan. Yoosung wasn’t supposed to do that. He was supposed to be all flustered, and start yelling at him. And then Seven would laugh and make fun of him, and it would just be a little harmless quarrel before going back to the goofing.

“Oh. Uhm… Hahah, it’s still just a joke, man.”

Seven tried to play it off casually, as if he was not mentally dying over the fact that his best friend, or lowkey crush, just had k i s s e d him.

‘Lowkey crush’ was a lie, but it’s better to be in denial about some things. That’s what he thinks, at least.

Yoosung laughed, forcibly too. “Y-yeah, I was just joking.”

“Yeah. Totes. Yeah.” Seven agreed, a bit too eagerly.

A long, awkward silence ensued between the best bros.

It was very long.

And very awkward.

Yoosung pretended to be very interested in the ingredients descriptions of the empty, curled up Honey Buddha Chips bag that was lying besides him, while Seven had seemingly found something very interesting at the ceiling that clearly was so interesting he could not take his eyes off it for a second.

“…Hahah.. It was funny.” Seven awkwardly said, breaking the silence, still staring at the ceiling. “Uhm, Seven..” “Like, yeah. You totally got me.” “Seven, listen—“ “You’re so gutsy, hahah. Like, I totally didn’t see it coming.” “Seven, can you stop? For one second?”

The sudden sharpness of Yoosungs voice made Seven freeze. But he kept staring at the ceiling. There was no way he could look back with a straight face after that surprisingly strict voice.

 “Look, you.. weren’t joking.” Yoosung said.

 Fuck.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Hahahh.” Nervous, nervous laughter. Laughter that lasted a bit too long. 

“…And I wasn’t joking either.”

Wait.

No. No way.

No way.

It had sounded so confident, bold, and took Seven completely off guard, but suddenly Yoosung started backpedalling as quickly as he could.

His shaky, a bit scared voice started tripping on its words, “Uh, I think. I.. I think? I mean, because I kind of liked it, and like I liked that it was with you, and not like Zen or Jumin or whatever, and uh, uh—“  He waved his hands in very incomprehendible, vague gestures. “Y-yeah!” Seven nodded. “It was cool that it.. Was with you. And not them. You. Y’know.” “Yeah.” “..really cool.” “Yeah. With you.” “Mm.”   

More silence.  This.. Was Sevens chance, right..? To maybe try to..?

“You want to, uh..” Seven tried hinting a little bit. “I mean, if..” “If you’re cool with it.” “Yeah, don’t worry.” But they just didn’t know how to get started. Who was supposed to start? What were they supposed to do? How was it supposed to escalate? What did the other one think? 

Yoosung fumbled a bit with the hem of his shirt, looking at Seven as if waiting for him to do something. Like he expected Seven to know anything about this.

 Seven mentally groaned. You kissed me, airhead. I don’t know how to do this. Jesus—Okay, okay. Okay. 

“Okay, let’s just. Not talk.” Seven clasped his hands together, deciding for both of them. “That’ll help. Because this is hopeless.” “Yeah, good idea.” They both tried leaning in for a new kiss, but– 

“Ouch, my face!”

Both were pretty new to kissing, and that showed when their face accidentally bumped into eachother.

“Oh, wait, if you go left and I go right.” Seven tried to explain. ”Waaait, this isn’t it either.” “Okay uh, both lefts?” “Okay, this is the right position, yeah.” 

“So. Three, two, one..” “Yooung, I don’t think we need to count down to kiss.” “Jeeze, I don’t know how else to do it!” “Let’s.. do it like this..?” 

Seven gently put his hands on either side of Yoosungs waist, and both pair of lips brushed shyly against eachother, before settling. 

Yoosung, a bit nervous about what to do, decided to take a hold of Sevens shoulders, taking a hold of the soft fabric of his signature black hoodie, and let his hands lightly massage them the longer they did it.

It was a bit clumsy, a bit unsure about what was the best way, but despite that it was.. Very pleasant. Warm. Safe. 

“..You okay?” Seven asked, and treated back a little. Yoosung nodded. “Yeah. It’s.. nice.” “Okay. Good. Just, hold on a sec. Should probably take these off.” 

Seven took off his hornrimmed glasses, folding them together and put them a bit away on the floor.

“Wow, I can’t see anything.” He bluntly commented, not very fitting with the newfound, sweet-natured mood that had surrounded them.. “Where is your face? I can’t see it.” Seven squinted his eyes and let his hands roam all around Yoosung’s face, petting him and papping him everywhere.

“Ugh, Seven!”

Yoosung laughed, trying to slap the hands away.

“I can’t see you! Send help! SOS!” He shouted wildly, flapping his hands around to smack Yoosung playfully. “I’m here, loser.”

Yoosung grabbed both of Sevens hands, wanting to pull him into a kiss in a cute, romantic manner, but the force of the pull ended up pushing them both clumsily to the ground, Seven falling in top of him.

 !!!

 Both hearts were beating way too fast. Painfully fast. Achingly, loudly, almost to the brink of it getting hard to breathe. They almost were worried the other person could hear them.

It was just like a clichee shoujo anime, but Yoosung could swear he felt ten million times more flustrered than any of those protagonists.

Because honestly, none of those girls had ever seen Seven up close without his glasses.

Those small freckles on his nose, the little twinkle in his hazel eyes, there were so many things he hadn’t really noticed before. It’s not that he wasn’t bad looking with his glasses. On the contrary, actually. But he looked less adorkable, and more… Handsome? Hmm.

 “Wow, you alright?”

Seven cut off Yoosungs daydreaming, bringing him back to reality and the situation they were currently in. Which was, Seven having fallen with his elbows on either side of Yoosungs head, and both were having a very intense eyecontact as the moment. Yoosung blinked.

 “Yeah..!” A bit too shocked, a bit too confused, and a bit too excited. “Sorry, I’ll get off—“ Not that Seven wanted to, but it probably was way too quick, and way to ”gay” for Yoosung. “Uhh, wait, like. You can stay here. Down here. Like. If you want.”

Because this was kind of nice.

“I feel so seduced now, Yoosung Kim. You have convinced me.” Totally trying to play it cool. Don’t let emotions show. Keep calm. Don’t get too involved. “Stop teasing me! Goood. I’m trying my best here.”  “Hahahh, don’t worry. We’re doing good, I think. It feels alright, so it is alright.” “Right. That’s a good attitude.”

…

“Hey, Yoosung?”

“Yeah?”

“That shirt.. Makes you look really gay.”

“Seven?”

“Yeah?”

“Remember earlier when you were kissing a guy? That made you look really gay.”

“Well, we look very gay together at least.”

“That’s a first step. Probably.”

A/N: Hello! This is your gift, i hope you’ll like it! I’m sorry its not about christmas..? i didn’t made it that way because i saw on your about that you’re atheist..? i wanted to make sure but the anon is disabled so.. Sorry and have a wonderful day!

It was a bright morning. The sky overhead was brilliant a blue with a scattering of white clouds.. You’re laying on your bed, the smells of the delightful coffee awakes you.. Zen is not beside you on the bed anymore, oh is he making you a coffee? That’s when you heard him calling you..

“Babe- are you awake yet? I made us coffees” Zen’s voice grew closer as he walk in to the bedroom. “Hey cutie good morning! Here’s your coffee-” He said, holding out your couple-glass. “Thanks Zen! Don’t you think we look romantic with our couple glass!” You responded him jokingly, sipping your coffee.. “Oh of course we are babe! Just like a newlywed couple” He smiled, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.. “N-newly..wed couple?! Thats-” your cheeks immediately turned pink at the unexpected, quick, startling response he gave you.. “Hehe you’re so cute! But of course i’ll be the guy who will always protect you and love you with all my heart!” He said confidently, kisses the tip of your nose.. “Z-zen… thats sweet, thank you. And i’ll try my best to be a great companion for you!” You two chatted and exchanging sweet promises to each other.  The time passes quickly when you’re with him..

“Babe im gonna have to leave before lunch today, i got this big important role! It’ll be a top movie!” Zen said excitingly, as he sits, watching you cooking in the kitchen “What really? Thats amazing! Oh would you like me to pack you up your lunch?” You asked him cheerfully..

“You don’t have to sweetie! Its okay i will-” “No Zen, you wont get to skip your meals and use your hectic job as the reason” You cutted, before he could finished it.. “Okay- thanks for always looking out for me babe, i was supposed to be looking after you.. uhm so, what’re you cooking!” “You are! You’re my knight in shining armor after all! Im making our favorite simple food-” “Is it spicy chicken?!” He guessed, so sure that he is right..You just nodded and giggled while packing up his lunch.

After he left, you just spent the day at home, talking on the phone with Saeyoung, Yoosung, and lastly Jaehee.. You two girls talk about coffee and baking, then an idea comes to you that you want to bake a special cake for Zen. You hung up the phone and starts mixing the cake’s components, adding chocolates and strawberries for topping.Zen is supposed to be home by now but… *RING RING RING*Your phone’s is ringing, and seeing the name on the screen, you picked up quickly..

“Zen!!” You answered him excitingly. “Babe you picked up! I need to tell you that im gonna be late.. like really late” he said apologetically. “O-oh i see.. thats okay, then dont work yourself too hard!” You replied him hesitantly, before he thanked you and hung up the phone. It looks like he’s in a hurry.

You just stared at your phone for awhile, then gaze at the cake you’ve prepared on the table. The taste probably wont be as good anymore when Zen’s come back home. Suddenly Saeyoung called you and ask you to play games with him, thats when you thought to ask him come to your house, it should be okay right..? He can come and grab few slices of your cake too, isn’t that sounds like a great idea? So you asked him right away, and said that Zen wont be home so you need something to do to keep you awake until then.

Of course he excitedly said yes… When Saeyoung arrives, you greeted him happily and starts spending time with him. Playing games, eating cake, watching movies, etc. Time flies.. Without any of you realized, its already 12am. You’re starting to get worried why hasn’t Zen come home? You tried to call him but he didnt picked up, maybe he’s just too busy? I mean he did mention something about how big and important this new role he got.. So you try to set aside your worries and continue to have fun with Saeyoung.. Until both of you.. Fell asleep..

“Babe im home! Are you sleeping? Sorry i got back this early in the morning! The filming was totally.. H-huh?!!!” Zen arrived and in the middle of explaining his situation while walking in the room, when he suddenly spotted the two of you laying on the couch together, fast asleep.

“SEVEN?! WHAT THE HELL?! HEY WAKE UP DUDE!!” He yelled at Saeyoung, pulling his hand, forcing him to wake up.. “U-uh.. wh-what is it Ms.Vanderwood.. im not sleeping.. stop yelling..” Saeyoung whining like he’s still sleepily unconscious..

“The heck?! Its Zen! Wake up man what’re you doing sleeping here with my lady?!!“He snapped at Saeyoung, annoyed by the answer he got.. "Zen..? You’re.. back.. Ugh- what time is it now..?” You said, slowly waking up.. “Sorry sweetie.. its about 6am.. But anyway, what did Seven do sleeping here with you?! Did he do anything to you babe?! You know you shouldn’t let your guards down around any man even if its-"Zen started to talk about how dangerous mens are (like usual) before you cutted him..

"Z-zen its okay! Don’t panic yet! I can explain!” You told him to let go of Saeyoung who looks like wont be waking up anytime soon, and explain everything.. “Oh i see, so its my fault to left my princess all night long, im sorry.. but you know.. i have another big news, i cant tell you now though” He looked at Saeyoung once more and whispers to you..

“I wanna ask you out today, so.. how about we take a shower together and leave this sleepyhead?” He take a hold of your hair, and gently kissing it, waiting for your response.. “To-together..??” Blushing, you asked him again, making sure.. “Yeah together, dont you think you need to give me something because you’re technically just slept with another guy?” He said teasingly.. “Ehh?? B-but thats..!” Flustered, you’re trying to wipe the fact that he is right.. Your attempts failed, so he picked you up on his arms, bringing you to the shower.

Both of you spent quite awhile in the shower, even too long to be just simply a bath.. Zen is definitely doing more than that.. But not just him, you two are enjoying your time together.. After you got out of the shower, you noticed that Saeyoung has left, and there is a single note on your table, saying: 

“You two lovelies are so..!! I have to leave before my nose bleeds! Lololol but thanks for the cake! 707 out~”

“OMG ZEN!” You screamed as you can feel your face feeling hot and turning completely red. “What is it sweetie? Do you want-” “NO!! HE.. HE HEARD US?!” You stopped him, showing the note.. “Hmm Seven that guy..! he’s totally exaggerating it, dont worry too much babe” He smiled like he couldn’t care less, and starts dressing up. You two are going out, as he promised, so you try to get Seven’s note out of your head and starts dressing up too. Zen took you by his motorcycle, you hugged him tightly (he asked for it) and went to a new pretty winter cafe.

The cafe looked pinkish and there are a lot of flowers outside near the windows. “How about it? Do you like this place? They’re serving nice desserts too~” he said, hoping you would like it..

“Yes! Its lovely! Lets go-” you grabbed his hand, pulling him inside excitingly.. You two chose the seat next to a window, and since the place is new, the waiting lines are quite full, so Zen kindly told you to just sit and wait while he joins in the waiting line. You’re lucky to found a table, as you see a lot of people come and go, suddenly there is a young man came in, looking around the cafe like he’s searching for something. Then the man spotted you and you realized that he is now approaching you..?

“Hello good morning, what a fine lady doing here by herself? May i join you instead?” The man asked you politely.. Should you reject him? But he’s being so polite, and Zen hasnt done yet, looks like the place’s full now, its okay to let him sit here for awhile right..? “O-oh uhm.. y-yes.. of course but-” you’re about to tell him that Zen is with you and probably will be here any moment now but the man immediately sit across you and..

“Why thank you! It’s  such a pretty cafe is it? I heard they served the most delicious desserts ever! Would you like me to order you something? I’ll pay!” The man continues to talk happily and just being friendly.. “Eeh? N-no thank you, actually i-im not alone, im waiting for my..” you sweetly smiled at him, finding a way to decline his sudden friendly offer when..

“Hey, who are you? Do you have a business with my fiancée here?” Zen shows up, holding two cups of ice cream floats, putting it on the table infront of you two. “Huh? Th-this is your.. fiancée?? O-oh no i apologize! I thought this cute lady was alone, so i just wanted to cheer her up! No bad intention!” The man hesitated and slowly standing up.. “Cheer up huh?” Zen is glaring at that man.. “Uh its okay really! Sorry!” You said as the man immediately walked away..

“Yeah he better be off, how dare he just came out of nowhere, approaching you just because you’re cute.. and alone?!!” Zen pouted as he sits next to you.. “Zen.. its okay, really.. its my fault for not making it clear that I’m with someone..” “No babe, dont you see? That man is just like another wolf.. i should’ve never leave your side” Zen still pouting.. “Alright, now let’s just eat these delicious ice creams!!” You said happily and Zen smiles too.

You and Zen talked and enjoyed your together-time. After you’re done, you two walked around sightseeing, you spotted a cute keychains and decided to bought it. Zen was happy enough seeing you having a great time, he tied his keychain to his motorbike’s key. And before both of you even realize, it’s already dawn. Zen brought you to his special place, he wanted to watch the sunset with you, he lead you to his favorite spot. As the sun setting, he takes something from his pocket..

“Sarah.. i wanted to give you something. Something that can always remind you of how precious you’re to me..” He took out a simple yet elegant necklace, it has tiny purple gem on it. It’s an amethyst gem necklace! “Wha- Zen! This is for me?? Its so pretty! Your really giving this to me?!” Your eyes sparkling as you stared at the necklace.

“Yeah, there is no other girl that as precious as you’re to me, i’ll put it on you babe..” Zen walked around and put on the necklace from behind you. “Zen.. its.. beautiful.. i love the color, i love its simplicity, i just- love everything, thank you!” You touch the little gem and smiled shyly.

“And i love you more Sarah.. You look beautiful with it” Zen said as he rest his arm around your waist. “Hmm so am i not beautiful without it??” You said teasingly. “What ofcourse that’s not it babe! You’re always look flawless! Just like me!” Zen replied, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. He had asked you if you’re feeling cold by the weather, asides your answer, he’ll still hold your hands tightly anyway.

The two of you just enjoyed the quiet moment in each other arms as you watch the sunset. Zen promised you romantic dinner tonight, so of course the night has just begun.. Or so you thought..? Zen suddenly recieve a phone call, it seems from someone important, because he picked it up right away. Zen asked you that he’s recieving a call from work so he walked away a bit. Few minutes later Zen came back..

“Zen c'mon! I’m starving!” You said as you walked in the new year themed restaurant excitingly. But Zen grabbed a hold of your hand.. “Wait! Uh- babe, so that call was from the producer, and he said he needs to tell me something REALLY important, an it’s urgent..” Zen blurted out the words hesitantly. “O-oh.. i see.. so you have to leave.. thats alright!” You responded reassuringly but you can’t hide a little disappointment on your face. “Sorry sweetie! Just order and eat! Then go straight home safely okay? Bye~” Zen said and lightly kissed your forehead before he rushes out.

You sigh as you look around to see a lot of couples dining together, you’re starving but it’s kinda uncomfortable when people looking at you sitting all alone, so you think it’ll be best to just go home. You called a cab and went home by yourself.There are not much groceries in Zen’s refrigerator, so you just cook and eat what you can make. You’re happy that Zen got a big role, but this is just the beginning and he’s already super busy. While you’re thinking of him, your hand making its way and hold the necklace’s gem, then suddenly a smile lights up your face, you wanted to call him and ask when’ll he get back home but he’s probably won’t pick up. So you just leave a message.

It’s pretty boring without him around so you just listen to music and start writing stuffs that looks like gonna be a short story. It’s pretty late now but Zen hasnt replied your message. Should you wait for him? Should you call? But its almost midnight and you got pretty sleepy but you still wanna wait for him, so you continue to write some stories to fill in your free time.. But then hours later, you fell asleep.

When he came back home, you didnt even noticed. He stared at you for awhile, putting back his stuffs, then approached the couch where you fell asleep, and picks you up in his arms, bringing you to the bedroom, gently lays you down on the bed and sleep beside you. When the sun rised, you woke up by the sound of your alarm, when you turn around to wake Zen up, he’s not there..? But then you noticed there is a small piece of paper on your table near the bed, its a note from Zen..

“Morning sweetie! I’m really sorry that i have to leave early, the filming schedule has been really hectic. See you tonight, i love you!”

……………………………………………

It’s been like that for a few days now, you rarely see him, if you’re lucky to wake up early, before he left in the morning to have breakfast together or chat for awhile. He’s been extremely busy, but of course you’re always there to support him. One day he came home early, you’re just sitting on the couch reading a book when suddenly you hear his voice..

“Babe im home!! I stopped by the mini market and bought two mountain dew!"He said walking across the room.. "Zen!! You’re back! And brought- ” You smiled happily, stood up and wrap your hands around him as he embraces you back. “Hehe i missed you already, im really sorry we couldn’t spend our holidays together much, but this time i have great news!!” He leaned back a little, stroking your cheeks. “Its ok! Im just so glad you’re home early today, I missed you more! What’s the news??” You said as you stare in to his pretty red eyes. “You look so adorable now~ Hmm but don’t freak out okay babe? Its kind of a really big news” he spoke as he lead you to sit back on the couch..

You nodded, still smiling, and he’s still holding your hands, you almost feel worried but he said it’s good news right? So you just sit back and listen to him intently.

Before he explains, first he apologize for doing something without asking your permission, then he let it out, he said he showed your writings to his producer, you have few of them because you’ve been writing for awhile.He really admire the stories you wrote, he believes in them, and the other reason why he submit your works is because the continuation of his movie’s filming is now going overseas.

Since this is an important role for him, he’s been thinking a lot wether or not should he takes this opportunity, he knows he wants to be with you, always, but he couldn’t ask you to move and travel with him because of his work. So as he guessed, the producer loves your writings and thinks you’re good at it. Zen took that chance and suggests that you could help with the filming scripts and support the movie to be better. It turns out, the producer approve that idea…

“So umm.. babe, this is a huge request coming out from me, but i just want you to know that for me, you’re an angel that lights up my life, you’re always there for me, you’re all i ever wanted in my life.."He explained nervously, but with serious gaze, then continues..

"Whew this is harder then i thought.. okay here it is… Would you move out and live with me in Paris?” He asked you and wait for your answer.You just stare at him blankly, too surprised at the sudden question, it took you awhile to process everything he said..

“Uhh babe say something.. Y-you dont have to worry about the ticket! The crews already took care of that, and it’s still next month on 25th! Isn’t that amazing? And w-we just have to…”

“Y-yes”

“What?”

“YES!! I would love to go to Paris with you!!!!” You jumped up to him and hug him tightly.

Now, it’s his turn to stare at you agape, he couldn’t believe what he just heard, maybe because its too good to be true, or maybe he thinks he’s not good enough for this happiness? No thats not it, he just feels like, this is it, this is his dream come true..

“Oh my gosh babe are you serious??!!!” He laughed excitingly and sweeps off your feet, picking you up in his arms happily. “Yeah!! I love traveling! And i always wanted to go to Paris! Zen i can’t believe this! You’re incredible!!” You said, smiling, wrapping your arms around his neck..

“Gahh im so proud of us babe! Thank you, thank you so much!! Ahh i can just hug you so tight right now but you might break?! Because you’re just too precious!” He screamed a little, still too excited.

“Hehe we will always be together right Zen? Forever?” You asked him sweetly, still on his arms.. “Yes sweetie, you’re my other half, i can only be the real me if you’re beside me” he said hugging you, and walking to the bedroom with you. “Babe you know, i gotta be the luckiest man alive to have your love, i’ll definetely make you happy! Because be with you is all i need, i love you.”

And with that, you two spend the rest of the day in the bedroom alone, its the most sweet and lovely time of your life. Both of you are thankful to have each other. Your life filled with heartwarming together has just begun.. 

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My giftee is Prongsie and I really hope I got somewhere near your clue =3.

additional Tags: NSFW, Sadistic 707, Praise kink, labor au, experiments/clones mention, using sleeping pills

He let out a shuddered breath he didn’t know he had held, telling himself that he doesn’t care, he never did.

He never did care what the experiments were for or who would benefit from the data. He doesn’t care about the other workers, about the chiefs, the assistants, or the caretaker.

Every morning, he wakes up to the scratchy calls through old speakers hanging low and rusty from the metal celine. Every damn morning the same shower, the same cantine, the same boring people greeting him, same way too cheerfully for this kind of work. He had already forgotten what happiness even looked like.

Well, not entirely. He still has feelings though. And, oh boy, what feelings he is capable of. There aren’t many feelings left for him. He tries to get as much as he can, get every tiny drop of it, yes even overdoes it.

Now here he is. Pulling that blindfolded girl in front of him by her wrists, getting the right angle for himself. Her tongues hanging out, dripping saliva between begging for release and moaning his number. Yes, number. They are all just numbers, This place has no space for individuals. Nothing to worry about.

Only the small buzzing sound of her vibrator cuts through her loud gasps. “Se- Seven, please. I beg you, I can’t…,”her raw voice echos from the stone cold walls. This gets him. That is what he needs! His already overstimulated cock buried deep in her while he bends forwards, pressing his left hand on her back, pushing the girl into the mattress while he whispers hot against her ear: “You look so good for me like this. Be a good girl for me, yeah? Hold a little bit longer.” His husky voice irritates him every time.

Seven doesn’t know why, but most girls down here love this praise shit. Whenever he whispers sweet nothings in their ear, they get so wonderfully tight around him. He likes it when they squirm under him and scream for their release. He doesn’t get why he likes it so much, though. Maybe it’s being for once in control in this fucking life, maybe it’s feeling important for at least a few minutes a day between the experiments, or maybe he is just a random asshole.

Seven pinches her nips, which drives her over the edge. The girl throws her head back, so beautiful hot and tight. His raw flesh twitch inside of her painfully. With his mouth hung open to a silent moan, he pulls out and gushes over her back.

He thought it would help him forget. But now he is sitting in his rooms, feeling raw and exhausted after his “special extra shift”. His mind still wanders to yesterday morning. When SHE was pushed into his life.

There he was, having feelings, having an individual in his head, something he never thought could happen. He pinches the bridge of his nose and pushes his glasses up in his hair. Seven peeled himself out of his comforter and shuffled to his own tiny shower. It’s a privilege to have an own down here. But on the bad side, the young man is too big for it. He sighs while bending down to wash his bright red hair. His skin is full of scratches, memories of the nights with clone 43 and Experiment 9908. When he reaches down to wash his member, he flinches, still too sensitive. Seven presses his forehead against the cold tiles and tries to catch his thoughts.

Yesterday, like every morning, the screechy melody and morning calls startle him out of his dreams. Every night the same stupid dream. A blue ceiling-like thing with something white and fluffy on it. He doesn’t remember what it is, but he misses it so much. When he, dresses in his favourite red shirt and a white gowns along with simple ripped jeans, steps outside and checks his flake down white door. Four worn books in his tiny box. Four? He frowns while pulling the books out. Clone 56, Experiment 9908 (his personal favourite), Clone 43 and…606? “Project Zero six. Is that a bad pun?” Seven growls while making his way to the cell of his new girl.

The newest cellblock. You could almost imagine colors on the walls, alongside with some paintings of importing-looking people. The guard next to the cell looks at him helpless. “Thank goodness that you arrived, she’s been in the shower for three hours now.”

“Well it’s warm, isn’t it?” Seven answers coldly. He hates talking to the guards as much as to his co workers.

The cell had a big, glass door with a few tiny holes. The holes wasn’t even big enough to stick a hand through. Seven arches an eyebrow at the worn book while reading the schedules of his new object.

“Only brain scans?” He scoffs,”Why do you have such an high security when only your brain is different?” His eyes run over the text and get to an sudden hold when he reads her biographie. “From outside? She isn’t born here?” Seven bites his lips. That’s all way to familiar for him. This cells, this schedule…the code number.

He licks his lips and takes a deep breath before pinching the number in the patch code beside the door and only seconds later the door swings open with an airy hiss. When the young man steps in, he can hear a low pitched whine coming from the running shower. His gaze harden. Careful steps carrying him to the big glass door, pushing it aside. Nothing but steam, it fogs his glasses.

Quick uneven breathing was all he could hear while he takes his glasses to clean them with his gown. He puts them back on, only to see a tiny silhouette crouch down in the farthermost edge of the ground level shower.

“Ssshhh. Hey sweetie, it’s all okay, I will not harm you.” Seven tried to sound nice, he really does. His last time dealing with a crying person was… Well he doesn’t remember. All the other projects were mostly clones or experiments, all without memories. It’s much easier this way. Normally they are lost in his amber eyes and some even try to flirt with him. A compliment or a cute nickname was enough to make them blush and follow his instructions.

This girl is different. The look in her eyes, curiosity, hurt and angst… he does remember himself in such a cell, and that gives him an idea.

“They forgot to erase all memories, right?” He asked quietly while crouching down, making himself as small as possible. “Two years ago I was the same as you. But you don’t have to worry. They don’t want to harm you,” he tried to hold her gaze while speaking,” You are special. They want your help…on a very strange way I know, but they will treat you good, I will treat you good. I promise,” the young man whispers and put all his belongings in front of him and crawls some inches back.

The girl untangles her arms from herself and slowly peeks at his stuff.

“My name is 707, and it seems you are 606,” he smiled bitter.

“MC.”

Seven’s eyes widen, his mouth agape. “What?”

“My…my name. It’s short… for something but I do- don’t remember it,” her soft sobs broke her voice a few times. “I forgot!”

He swallowed. They did not erased the important part, the identity.

The young man shakes his head before opening his eyes again and tried his warmest smile. “Come here, MC, lets get you out of there.”

In slow motion the girl crawls toward him. Always taking breaks for wiping the tears of her face. Now, that the fog is almost gone, he can see her face better and….oh. Just now he sees that the girl is naked, of fucking course she is naked! The goosebumps all way up to her…

Quickly he pulls down his gowns and stands up, which startle the girl and froze her in place.

“All good all good.” Seven more trying to insure the girl rather than himself while pulling the fabric over her body, knotting the sleeves in the front

She has dark circles under her eyes, her body stiff and worn out. She had run a lot to escape, she told him. She doesn’t want to be here and help, she just wants…well and there she doesn’t know the word anymore and starts crying again.

“Home,” Seven reminds the girl…MC, he reminds MC. She leaned into him, hugging him and her tiny whines urge him to accept the embrace.

He only sat there for like six hours answering every question she had. She talks normal. No begging or screaming. It’s…weird. Why does she trust him so fast?

Seven finally steps out of his shower, his skin wrinkled and dry. Why is she still in his head? He opens his drawer, finding some sleeping pills and swallows them, hoping for the release of sleep overwhelm him soon.

“Good morning, workers. It’s a beautiful day in our cooperation. Rise and shine, do good work for our world.”

Seven almost fell out of his bed. The pills hit the goal a bit too hard last night he fears. He dragged his right hand over his face while the left searched for his glasses.

He tried to work the schedules for the other objects first, keeping zero six out of his mind. He fails. Half through a second scan with Experiment 9908, he stops the engine and orders his girl to take a break. Exceptionally her eyes sparkle and she tries to press herself at the young man. “Our special break?” She pipes up. He gives her a glare while pushing her aside, leaving Experiment 9908 alone.

The way from the halls is way too long for his taste. His steps get faster by every minute that past and when he finally arrives at MC’s cell he is panting. What is this strange feeling? He fidges around with his notepad and runs his hands through his hair a few times. Is his body still to exhausted to handle a little run? He worries his lips between his teeth, they almost split open. When he finally punches the code in the pad, the airy hiss and inviting open door let the pace of his heartbeat stutter.

A tired, but honest smile greets him. MC sits on her bed fully clothes and waiting. That all reminds him way too much of himself two years ago. Is that it? Is that the reason why…

“Are you afraid?” The young man asks while he calibrate the computertomographie around her.

She shakes her head. “Just a little nervous. I trust you, Seven.”

His eyes widen for a short moment, soon he catches himself again and holds his hard features. Or rather, he tries. His eyes always flick back and forth between the engine and her eyes. She follows his orders when the engine starts. He is sitting in a tiny cabin in the next room, watching her through a camera. “Why are you so nice?” He doesn’t get it.

This everyday routine runs now for almost a week. He feels his walls breaking down and that worries him a lot. She warms up to him, shares her remaining memories and he seems to touch a spot in his heart he never thought would exist.

“That’s not me,” He sighs. How can a woman break him like this? All he ever wanted from them was obedience at work and afterwards maybe sex, but now…He doesn’t get himself anymore. MC can’t be controlled and that scares him.

Another day, another scan. He collects the data faster than expected. That’s exciting. Soon MC can start the training to become a worker like him. He is early, more early than the morning calls. MC waiting patiently for him opening the door before jumping at him.

“So is it true? Only today? Then I can become a worker?”

Seven almost smiled at her tiny happy jumps. She slowly gave him permission to control her emotions over the past few days. Seven guided her to excitement over her new life, being at peace and even try to teach her to love it. Now he got her, finally. It had driven him crazy to not being able to fully control this girl or him around her. Finally it’s all done. He can go one. Back to his normal fucked up life.

“Woah, not so wild, MC. First you have to pass the final scan and then some other tests.”

She sends him a toothy grin and nods, following him to the big halls. It’s so empty this early. Nobody is around.

She knows the way already. Two turns left and then straight forward for what feels like an eternity, before turning again left and right. She remembers it. Everything.

Everything went normal. He flicks the lights on, start the big machines and guide MC to her place in the CT. “Wait,” he commands as always.

A few minutes later he is back with the buckles, to secure her. She knows this part, nothing to be afraid about, it is just to hold her in place, but today….

“Seven, it hurts,” she whimpers. Seven almost stumbled at her desperate cry.

“Wh-what hurts?”

“The straps…please,” she whines. Is she doing this on purpose? So cruel…

With shaking hands he unbuckled the belts from her. One after another, every white strap loose and fallen to the side he finally looks up in her bright eyes and gulps. When exactly did they got so close?

Suddenly MC closes the gap by hugging him. “Seven, I…,” she whispers hot against his ear.

He couldn’t hold it back. He grabs her neck and turns her face to him, crushing his hungry lips against hers. His mouth start to move on it’s own. His hot and wet lips against her soft and tiny ones. A little gasp escapes her. Seven uses it to invites his tongue in between her lips. He teases her tongue in his mouth, bites and nipples on it. She moans in their kiss, hugging Seven even tighter and grinds her hips against his growing bulk. Groaning he bites her lip, sucking on it before licking back into her mouth.

The morning call startles them. Their breathes turn misty between them as they search each other’s expression. MC takes a step forward and takes a hold on his hair, looking desperately at him while biting her lips. She wants it. If she wants it, who is he to deny it? She wants him. HIM! He brings their mouths back together with a loud smack and their start their dance again.

The girl turns Seven slightly and slams him back against the seat, finding his shoulders and slowly massaging them all way down to his hands. Suddenly she grabs his wrists and pulled them above his head, grabbing the straps and with some quick motions he is tied up.

“What?” He pants. His mind is still dizzy. What exactly does happen here?

“Oh, sweet little Seven. So easy to use,” she smiles while getting a hold of his legs, trapping and lashing them up too.

“What?” He asks again, his voice is shaky. “Use?”

“Did you really think you could break through me so easily? In such a short time? So cute. You are easy to read, and even easier to trick.”

“But,” he stutters. Where did he went wrong? He felt…betrayed.

“Please don’t cry, Seven.” She caressing his cheeks with her thumb. “They forgot to erase a hell lot.”

“I thought you wanted,” he stopped himself. Did he really believed that?

“What? Become a worker like you? Using weird clones to help the world like they promise? Do you really believe them?”

He holds back a bitter laugh. Of course. He always tried to blend the truth out, but MC throws it at him like a brick.

She leans forward and place a kiss on his head. “I look forward to meet you again, Seven. Soon.”

Soon they will find him. Tied up like a fucking beginner. Project 606 escaped. He will be punished. MC gave him hope. That’s what bothered him the most. How could she dare to give him something that doesn’t exist? That could make him looking forward for a day to come?

“Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me…”

  Despite what happened recently, you couldn’t help but quietly sing. You must be insane to be okay after being nearly taken by Saeran.

  You almost got kidnapped.

  You. Almost. Got. Kidnapped.

  Wait, did that really happen?

  “I ain’t the sharpest tool in the sheeed.”

  You took a quick glance at Seven. He’s still in that tiny corner, clicking and tapping away with his laptop(s). Trying to converse with him was pointless. No matter how many ideas your head were filled with, he’d either tell you to shove off or outright ignore your presence. And then to further his point, he’d make a show of adjusting his headphones over his ears and face the wall. You had your fair share of people ignoring you, but from Seven? You felt pretty empty.

  So … one of the ideas you had. Food.

  They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, right?

  It better be. If your prowess in baking was for naught, you’ll punch the window Mr. Kim just fixed earlier.

  You took a deep breath and checked your station in the small kitchen. The meringue that you made from the egg whites were done, so the next step is adding the dry ingredients.

  You reached for the almond meal and poured it into the sifter, along with the powdered sugar. Holding the sifter over the glass bowl of meringue, you realize you forgot one more thing.

  “Where’s the…oh.”

  Honey Buddha Chips.

  A ghostly grin graced your lips. You still couldn’t believe it. After Yoosung said he had to be extremely nice to the “scary” convenience store owner, you just had to give it a shot. So you left the apartment and went over there. Who knew the owner had boxes of these hidden in the storage room? And all you had to do was charm him!

  Laughing silently, you opened the bag and popped a couple of them in your mouth. It’s exactly like the sweet and salty rule Seven described.

  After your short break, you took a small handful of the chips and grinded them into fine itty bitty bits before pouring them into the sifter. It was a bit difficult since the oil from the chips clumped some parts together. Maybe you should’ve used a paper towel to soak up the oil beforehand. Oh well. You sifted and shook until all three powdered-ingredients were depleted.

  Taking out the rubber spatula, you mixed. Not overmix (god forbid), but you stirred until they were combined.

  The macaronage was now done and boy did it look fantastic. You held the rubber spatula high above the bowl and watched the batter drip in such a languid manner. Mm, yeah. Look at that golden beige color. It looked like the sun. It looked like … it kinda looked like Seven’s beautiful eyes—

  …

  T-time to stuff the macaronage into the piping bag! Doing so, you hovered over the baking sheet and squeezed the right amounts of batter into each marked circle.

  Now to let the surfaces dry before putting them in the oven.

  You unconsciously peeked at Seven again. Hnnn, that bastard won’t talk to you…!

  Would texting work? Calling?

  Calling it is.

  Wiping your hands on your apron, you snatched your phone from the counter. Your thumbs tapped on his icon and you waited.

  His phone rung a good three times before he huffed and leaned over to pick up. You traced the outer rim of a stray plate in anticipation.

  “I told you not to talk to me, but now you’re calling me?”

  “Yeah, pretty much.”

  “Ugh, why do you always just … what do you want?” he grunted.

  You, tee hee! As if you’d say that.

  “Take a break,” you found yourself saying, tapping the plate’s side. It jerked closer to the counter’s edge with each tap.

  “What?” He doesn’t even bother to turn around.

  “Seven, you ain’t deaf. You heard me. Take a break, eat something. It’s past noon already. I’ll get the leftover sushi.”

  “Not hungry.”

  “You say that, but I don’t care. C’mon, eat.”

  "Can’t you eat on your own?”

  The plate is slightly teetering. Your hand twitched.

  “Hey, that’s what you said last time. You have to eat. Listen to me for once.”

  “Why don’t you listen to me? Leave me alone. I need to focus. You don’t want to keep being in danger, do you?”

  “I’m just worried.”

  A surge of irritation raced in your veins. You’ve been having enough of his behavior for the past two days. Yet you never physically showed it. But this is the last straw—

  “I told you to stop worrying about me.”

  You finally snapped. Your sudden burst of anger caused your hand to slam the edge of the plate. It flipped into the air, whisking past your ear and shattered upon contact with the wall. You momentarily squeezed your eyes at the booming crash that echoed throughout the apartment.

  “What the hell?!”

  Oh. Oh now he turns around.

  “Crap, I-I didn’t mean…,” you stuttered. “My god, I’m so stu—”

  “God, why would you—? Don’t move,” he ordered. He threw his phone to the side and scrambled up. “I’m coming to you.”

  This scene is all too familiar, you thought as you watched Seven put his shoes on. The broken shards lying around you, a man telling you not to move. A man coming to get you. White hair with a pair of turquoise eyes flashed in your mind. You forced the dark thought away.

  “Just throw me a pair of shoes and a broom,” you sighed, grimacing at your own actions. “Don’t need to worry about me, right? I’m sorry for giving you more work—Seven, just get me a broom! It’s in that cabinet over there.”

  “I’m not going to leave you there,” he retaliated with narrowed eyes. “Just stay still. There’s glass everywhere…”

  “No I—you know what?!”

  “What are you…?” Seven eyes widened in horror as you prepared yourself. “N-no, wait!”

  “Catch me, Luciel!”

  Summoning the strength in your leg, you stepped forward and leaped high above the shards. Seven yelled in alarm as hands instinctively reached for you, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

  He caught you in his arms. Just not the way you expected. You basically did a body slam that sent the both of you down on the floor, tumbling away from the mess. Your face was planted in his chest and … you could hear his heart. It was beating so fast!

  “Thanks for being a cushion,” you blabbed as you scrambled off of him. He groaned, sitting up to glare at you.

  “You’re so reckless,” the hacker scowled, adjusting his crooked glasses. “What if you slipped and fell? Never do that again, understand?”

  “Well, I’m no longer in the danger zone, right?” you attempted to joke. But you can already tell it didn’t work judging by the way Seven’s stare is boring into yours. You discreetly squirmed.

  “I’m gonna clean up,” you coughed. “Again, I’m sorry for interrupting your work.”

  “I’ll help you.”

  “…Huh?”

  “I said I’ll help you,” he snapped. “Get the brooms so we can start. But make it quick.”

  “Huh…”

  It’s a lovely miracle. The both of you swept the shards into the dustpans. Actually, you’re the one doing most of the work. Seven looked so annoyed when his broom didn’t work the way he wanted it to.

  “This is what happens when you let that Mary Vanderwood do all the work,” you laughed lightly, attempting to lift the mood. “Cleaning glass is not easy.”

  After every piece was gone, Seven went back to put the supplies away while you went back to the kitchen. Only to be reminded of your unfinished macarons. You choked on air and practically pounced at the tray, kneeling down so your chin rested on the counter. Your eyes darted wildly back and forth, scrutinizing within every second as you checked your babies. To be sure, you touched their surfaces. Dry, and not sticky to the touch. There doesn’t seem to be any glass in there, thank god.

  “Thank god,” you repeated hoarsely.

  “What?” Seven’s back. He’s staring at you with confusion. “What are you doing?”

  “…I’m making something.” You stood up after a moment of hesitance. “I’m making uh, I mean, baking … doyawanhelpmebake?”

  “I can’t understand you.”

  You steeled yourself. “Do…you want to help me bake?”

  Seven’s eyes hardened and you felt your shoulders slump down with a heavy feeling. Oh god, were you seriously that disappointed? It was obvious his answer was no, considering the amount of work he had, but you only wanted the best for him. He just needed to loosen up!

  “A-ah,” you stuttered, “never mind, forget I asked—”

  “Fine!” he suddenly groaned. “Just don’t … stop giving me that look. You’re making my chest feel weird.”

  Wait.

  Wait.

  …So he’s saying yes?

  “…”

  Although it was a brief one, you smiled in victory.

  “So?” Seven shuffled around in the kitchen, inspecting the cookies. “What do I do?”

  “After I put these in the oven,” you started in a small voice, "we’ll make the PhD jam.”

  His brows furrowed. “PhD jam…? Wait, what are you making?”

  Well, the jig is up. You were planning to make these on your own, then present the treats to him. But now that’s not happening. “I’m making macarons,” you stated. You opened the oven and placed the tray inside, cranking the switch to the right temperature.

  “What are macarons?” he questioned.

  “A dessert that originated from France. All sorts of flavors, really. But I’m making a new flavor: Honey Buddha-flavored macarons with PhD jam. I got the chips from the owner.”

  "You…,” it took him a moment to find his words, “how did you bribe the owner?”

  “I didn’t. Just used my feminine charms,” you wheezed, smiling blearily at the memory. “Good times, good times.”

  Seven apparently didn’t think so. “Y-you did what? No, never do that—do you do this with every guy you come across?”

  You squinted. “Dang, Seven. You think I’m that kind of woman?” you sniffled indignantly. “That was nothing. I only like you, no one else.” You opened the refrigerator to take out the bottle of PhD along with a yellow lemon, bumping the door closed with your hip as you did so.

  It wasn’t until you were aware he didn’t say anything that you realized what you just said. You didn’t even notice! It was like you were programmed to say that…

  You calmly placed the bottle on the counter and glanced at him. Dear lord, he looked so flustered! “…Get me the saucepan,” you hurried. “No, not the mixing bowl. The saucepan’s under the stove right there.”

  Correcting himself, Seven grabbed it and placed it in front of you. He watched as you opened the bottle and poured half of it in. “Right,” you began as you screwed the cap on, “so to make the jam, I need some lemon juice"—you gestured at the citrus with your head—"and sugar. So make sure to put the pan in the sink so we don’t spill it everywhere. You pour the sugar in while I get the lemon juice, yeah?” You lowered the saucepan into the sink and Seven hovered over.

  “How much do I put in?” he questioned, grabbing the bag of sugar.

  “Hm, I think about three and a half,” you said absentmindedly.

  “You think?”

  “Never made PhD jam before, but the that’s the sensible amount. I guess. I dunno, that’s how I learned. Whenever I bake something new, I experiment and take risks. If it doesn’t work out, I can always try again. Anyway, maybe four cups if you wanna make it sweeter, but I wouldn’t go that far. Three and a half it is. Go on, put it in.”

  And then you realized he didn’t know how much three and a half was.

  “I’ll get the measuring cup,” you said awkwardly. This must be his first time baking. You would use your instincts when measuring amounts.

  As Seven scooped up sugar, you watched with hidden joy. You were having so much fun showing him the ropes. You wondered if a moment like this could happen again. Him not being a prick. Him not saying you’re being a bother.

  It would be wonderful.

  After finishing the jam, you took the cookies out of the oven with gloves. They’re light golden. Just like Rika’s hair from what you’ve seen in photos.

  Seven stared at the tray with interest. “So these are macarons,” he muttered.

  “Not yet. But they’re so cute, right? See, they have these things called ‘feet’. It’s right under there, those little ridges. If you see them, then you definitely made them right,” you grinned, smiling fondly the treats. “Anyway, I put these on a wire rack so they’ll cool down. So while we wait for that, try tasting the jam for yourself.”

  With a spoon, you scooped the jam from the saucepan and held it out to him. He took it and analyzed the black mush you called PhD jam.

  “I know it looks like burned crap, but try it!”

  “Later,” he muttered with disinterest.

  “Wow, no. You’re gonna eat that and tell me how it tastes. I’ll force feed you if you don’t.”

  “I said later.”

  You sulked.

  “…Ugh, fine.”

  You brightened.

  He brushed his red hair behind his ears and ate it. Then he dropped the spoon because he started choking.

  “Shit!” you gasped, rushing to him and pounded on his back. “Seven!”

  After what seemed like an eternity, he deeply inhaled and coughed. you sighed in relief and stepped back. “So I’m guessing you didn’t like it very much?”

  “No, it wasn’t that,” he said. “I just choked on my own spit.”

  “My god. Here, have some water.”

  After that mini incident, you showed him when and how to peel off the cookies from the baking sheet. If the cookies are completely cooled, that’s when you carefully peel them off. If they’re still wet in the middle, they need more time to bake in the oven.

  “See, you’re doing it,” you cheered as you stuffed the jam into the piping bag, proud of his work. You see a tiny smile threatening to spill from his mouth as he gingerly peeled the last ones. “Isn’t it fun?”

  “…Sure,” he said quietly.

  It wasn’t the greatest response, but hey! At least he’s not mad or completely pushing you away.

  “Okay, let’s start putting them together. Watch me first.” You held up a cookie in one hand and the piping bag in the other. “So you squeeze the piping bag … right at the center,” you demonstrated. “Then you just put the other cookie on just like that and you’re done! This is a macaron. Huh, it looks like a hamburger. Your turn.”

He squinted and awkwardly held the piping bag in a funny position. “Like this?” he mumbled.

  "No.” You reached forward and placed your hands on his. He flinched and looked at you quizzically, but you ignored him and guided his hands. “Hold it so that the thick part of the bag rests on your palm. Then squeeze it gently. Yeah, just like that. Alright, I’m going to let go. See, you got—oh. Nope, never mind.”

  He narrowed his eyes and tried again. “Like this?”

  It was adorable, honestly, the way he asked for your consent.

  “Much better,” you praised. “Alright, now let’s the finish the rest.”

  —————

  ‘It’s done!“ you exclaimed. "God, it’s finally done!”

  If you were by yourself, things would’ve gone so much faster. Not that you mind. “Wasn’t that fun?” you tilted your head with a small smirk.

  “It wasn’t bad,” he said.

  Eh, better than nothing.

  “Okay, let’s eat!” You picked one up and Seven slowly did the same. “Toast!” you smiled cheerfully.

  Seven quizzically raised his brows at your enthusiasm. "Toast,” he said simply.

  You practically inhaled your macaron and gazed intently at Seven, who slowly took a bite. He chewed it thoughtfully. Does he like it? Yes? No?

  A small smile from him confirmed your answer.

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    There were many reasons why that year’s Christmas was awkward. All of which could be traced back to a vow his Hyung had made earlier that year. Even though he knew that Hyung had the best of intentions in his mind, Saeran was just done with the damn holiday. Scratch that, he’d been done since mid November when Saeyoung and Minhee insisted everyone wear ugly sweaters and take a photo like that.

    Even Jumin and Jaehee had been roped into the ordeal. The one pleasant memory he had from that occasion was walking into (F/n) changing. ‘Hey help me with this damn zipper please.’ He’d been sent up to tell (F/n) that the camera was almost ready. Saeran had known then and now that he shouldn’t have walked up to her. He should’ve spoken or done something let her know it was him. What he’d done however had been the opposite. Wordlessly, he walked up to her and begin untangling her hair from that ridiculous metal zipper. But he’d gotten greedy. His fingers had been shaking from anticipation and excitement. (F/n)’s bare skin was so close.

    So he’d given in and brushed his fingers across her neck and shoulder as he moved her hair out of his way. He still remembered what happened next, with a yelp she’d jumped away from him and whipped around. Leaving him mortified, his non-existent relationship with (F/n) was very delicate and composed mostly of him constantly shooting her discreet glances and relishing in the rare moments he had with her. He’d surely overstepped the delicate boundaries of such unrequited relationship. ’…I thought you were Minhee.’ Saeran relayed his message and turned to leave, torn between wanting to stay with her and wanting to bolt.      ‘Wait, can you help me with the zipper please?’

    Perhaps that wasn’t the best moment to relive his best memory yet. (F/n) and him were alone in the house; not to mention (F/n) was unconscious and he was supposed to be fanning her fresh air so she could wake up. Saeran’s eyes automatically flew to her lips. They had been his obsession after he’d seen her apply lip gloss once. When he was alone he often wondered how it feel to kiss her. Would her lips be sticky with lip gloss? Would they be chapped? Right, he should be saving those thoughts for when he was alone and away from an unconscious (F/n) 'I could kiss her.’     Standing up he wandered to the kitchen, all the burnt food had been dumped into trash bags and shoved to a corner for Hyung to take out. The black soot had been wiped up and now the counters were clean again. There really was nothing left for him to do. Unfolding the fan again he knelt in front of her and continued his duty. Once again, however, he found himself distracted by her mouth. Which was slightly parted as she let out steady breaths. He gulped.

    His fingers were shaking again as he lifted them to touch her lips. It was sticky, if only a little bit, but there wasn’t a smooth glide as he moved his finger. Careful not to smear the gloss he pulled his finger away. Without thinking he lifted the finger to his mouth. Once he’d realized what he’d done he felt the infuriating warmth spread on his cheeks. Dutifully he pulled the fan out and continued fanning her as his eyes closed.     "…Sae…ran.“ Her hand was soft on his cheek as it brushed his skin. Frozen with the fan still in his hand he zeroed on her expression. A warm tingling spread where she touched him. Till the corner of his lip. With a jolt he moved away from her hand, and watched as her eyes fluttered completely open and she sat up. She’d been asleep, there was no way she had done that consciously. As he reasoned that his tongue darted out and wet his lips. It wasn’t until he looked up that he realized she was staring at him. His lips more precisely.      Absently she touched a finger to her own lips. It had been an odd dream at the last part. But still half dazed, she could recall the last bits of it… Green eyes, a firm but shaking hand on her cheek. And something warm against her lips.  She kept running the finger across her lips. Finally she stood up and stretched. Avoiding Saeran’s gaze as she wandered to the kitchen. What had looked like a war zone was now almost spotless. With only the empty fridge as a reminder of the earlier incident.     "What were you dreaming of?“ Saeran had come to stand beside her, and she prayed that she hadn’t done anything embarrassing. Shrugging her shoulders she was about to say something vague.     "I kissed someone.” Instead, those were the words that tumbled out of her mouth. It seemed as though she was still sleeping. Turning away from him she went to the corner where the garbage was. Picking up two bags she tried to keep her posture normal, as if she wasn’t nervous in the slightest.     "Who?“ That was the obvious question that would follow but she still flinched when she heard it. Standing up and facing him she shrugged and walked away. Hopefully she was good enough of an actress that she could fool Saeran.     "I can’t remember. Hey, I’m gonna go throw these away.” He watched carefully, not letting his expression betray anything as he continued to observe her. (F/n)’s posture was a little too relaxed to be actually relaxed, the way she’d shrugged had been different from usual. Her tone a little higher after his last question. She was nervous, and clearly avoiding him.      A tiny smile tugged at his lips. She had been dreaming of kissing him. Saeran was sure of it. Just like he dreamt of her. Knowing that gave him courage and peace. Because he didn’t have to worry about Zen flirting with (F/n), or Yoosung’s puppy eyes as she praised him. Bending down he picked up the remaining garbage and followed after her. ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`     Sometimes he couldn’t stand to be around Zen. Ever since they’d met there had been something about the actor that made Saeran uneasy. Saeyoung would say it was something he’d been programmed with, and strangely enough that made some sense. It meant that there was an innate reason why he just couldn't completely get along with Zen. At first Saeran thought nothing of it, after putting all of the RFA members in danger he hadn’t thought it his place to be rude to any of them but that didn’t mean he had to be best buddies with all of them.      "Hey (F/n), did you notice that we were almost under the mistletoe together? Man these American traditions are great aren’t they.“ Then (F/n) came along, and before he could even begin to sort out his feelings for her Zen had swooped in and claimed her. Or at least tried to. (F/n) frowned a little before suddenly smirking.     "Yes, but if you don’t move you and Jumin will be stuck under the mistletoe together.” Saeran smirked at the glass of eggnog he was pouring Yoosung, it had to be alcohol free apparently. In record time Zen was across the room with a horrified look on his face. Hyung had burst out laughing as well, and even Jumin cracked a rare smile.      As the event progressed he’d retreated to isolated parts of the venue. It was a fundraising event in the name of C&R so of course it was absolutely crowded in there. Finally he ended up in the roof of the building. Hyung had wanted the event to be the cherry on top of the 'Saerans-first-ever-absolutely-wonderful-Christmas something or the other’. All throughout December he’d been dragged to malls and random events for the best Christmas experience, according to Hyung and Minhee at least.      All he wanted though, was to keep looking at the peaceful sky. He heard the door open and turned, instead of a burly guard he saw (F/n) walk through it with a basket dangling from one arm. As appreciation gifts, Jumin’s company had prepared festive baskets full of expensive treats. They were supposed to be only for VIP’s.     "Do you mind if I sit with you?“ Of course not, thankfully he only said a simple no in response. A dazzling smile was given to him and (F/n) plopped down next to him, not minding her dress too much.          "You know, it was almost you instead of your friend.” He wanted to think that it was the syrupy alcohol inside the sweets that made him so chatty. (F/n) turned to him, still sucking on a candy cane. Tearing his eyes away from her lips he swallowed the chocolate lump. “Minhee tell you how she first me Hyung?” She nodded taking out the candy from her mouth she answered him. “That’s right, the phone app I installed in her phone. I won’t go into too much detail. But I almost installed it on your phone instead of hers.” Ultimately he’d chosen Minhee, wide brown eyes and innocent bangs across her forehead. Minhee had been ideal for the task.     "Why?“ There had been others of course, about five total girls. All of them different in personality and background. He popped another chocolate and thought carefully. Usually he didn’t like to think back to the time in Mint Eye, in fact sometimes he could hardly remember anything but a blur. But amidst the jumbled memories there were things he didn’t want to forget. 'I hope I see you again soon, after you take care of whatever it is you have to do of course… Oh but please remember you can always count on me if you need help!’          "Because I wanted to keep you to myself. At least that was my reasoning back then.” It was true, he hadn’t known too much about the attraction he felt towards (F/n) back then. In his mind she was his the moment he laid eyes on her, and there was nothing more to say about that. Now of course, he realized it was because he’d been aware that the girl chosen for the task would more than likely end up falling for any one of the RFA members; and it could’ve been anyone except for him.     The small shattering sound brought him back to reality. Now he was mortified. His eyes widened and his fingers popped another truffle into his mouth. Saeran didn’t dare look at (F/n) instead he let his eyes wander to the night sky. If she rushed out of the rooftop and away from him, Saeran wouldn’t blame her. In fact he sort of expected it, even wanted it. Because he was still more used to crushing disappointment than the tentative happiness he’d established with Hyung.     "Oh my, it is you!“ She’d forgotten her shattered candy cane as she stared at the photo in her phone. The Saeran in front of her had reddish hair instead of white and she’d never seen the black hoodie again. Still his profile was identical to the one photo she’d gathered up her courage to take. Saeran slowly turned towards her, obviously confused. Of all the things he expected this was definitely not one of them. Suddenly he was engulfed in warmth. It took him a moment to realize she was hugging him. (F/n) was hugging him. He wanted to relish in the feeling, absorb every detail possible and tuck it away for later reference. Only she didn’t give him time to before she pulled away and cupped her hands around his face.     "I missed you! I missed you so much you know.” Her lips moved with every word she uttered but it had finally been too much for him. As his heart raced with anticipation he closed the distance. It felt nothing like that time he’d traced her lips with his finger. Sure it was sticky but her lips were heavenly. Lush and plump they encouraged him to also kiss back. After all, he’d started it. Tentatively he nibbled at her lower lips, and she giggle pulling away from him. So much for a passionate first kiss. He turned his head away and closed his eyes. Sometimes it took him a moment to process some things. Her lips and that kiss was definitely one of them.     "Saeran?“ A warm hand came to rest on his cheek, but he didn’t open his eyes just yet. Finally he opened them, (F/n) was closer than he’d expected her to be but he didn’t mind. "My lipstick is smeared all over you.” He smiled sheepishly and placed his hand on top of hers.     "I don’t mind.“ ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`     "Ok, even I’m starting to get worried now.” Zen ran a hand through his hair. Between the six of them and Jumin’s bodyguards Zen was sure they’d combed the entire building. And still, Saeran and (F/n) were nowhere to be found. Saeyoung was tapping away at a tablet, probably hacking into some satellite. Saeran and Minhee were his world     "Oh! This is…“ Minhee raised a hand to cover her mouth but her naturally wide eyes looked even wider as she gaped at her phone. Whipping around her long brown hair flew in a circle. "Saeyoung, it’s ok Saeran’s fine. He is with (F/n)… and they’re uh.” Zen was half curious at what Minhee was talking about.     "Oh did they text you?“ Yoosung tried to get a glimpse of Minhee’s phone only to have her jump away into Saeyoung. Now things were really suspicious. All six phones beeped simultaneously, and funnily enough everyone had the same reaction. To open the phone and pull up the messenger. Jaehee gave a small gasp before composing herself. Yoosung let out a louder and more dramatic gasp.

You knew what you were getting yourself into. There was still time to back out, but how could you do that? How could you leave such a beautiful creature out in the cold rain? Its light brown fur all soaked from the rain and you couldn’t help but save it. Now you’re in your car outside 707′s house with an abandon kitten in yours arms.

“Vanderwood is gonna kill me” You mumbled to yourself, the kitten in response only purrs and snuggles into your chest. 

“ 707 is definitely gonna love you” You said as you pet their head. Thats when an idea came to mind. Smiling to yourself, you start the car again and make your way home. As you turn at the corner your cellphone starts to ring, bringing your gaze for a couple of seconds you check the caller ID. 707. You answer the call but put it on speaker.

“Hello?” You said as you continued to drive

“(Y/N)!!!!!!!! Why did you leave?! You were parked in front of my house and I got excited and all of suddenly you drove away! Why did you leave me?” 707 whined through the phone. You can’t help but giggle at his whining since you knew the type of expression he had on his face at the moment.

“Stop laughing,…I really wanted to see you” 707 said clearly hurt. 

“I’m sorry sweetie. I was going to be at your place, but something came up” You said bringing your gaze at the kitten that was on your lap. 707 only continues to complain until you finally arrived home. Of course you had to listen to him, you wanted to make sure he wasn’t suspicious of anything.

“Alright 707 I promise I won’t look at a single star until I arrive to your house so we can go star gazing together.” You said with a smile.

“R-really?  This why I love you! Hahahaha. Okay I’ll finish up work so we can go out tonight! Love you!” 707 sung before hanging up. You press the end button and smile at how sweet 707 was. You look at the clock and notice it was 5:30 pm, you have enough time to clean up the kitten and wash yourself before going out with 707.

“Alright kitten, lets wash you up” You said walking toward the bathroom with the kitten in your arms. Around one hour and 3 scratches later the kitten and yourself were all washed up. Before heading back to 707′s place you grab a box and a pink ribbon (since you found out the kitten was a girl). You carefully wrap the pink ribbon around the kitten’s neck and you head back to your car. Once you arrived to 707′s house you place the kitten in the box and make your way to the front door.

“707 I hope you didn’t change the password” You said as you type in the password to the front door. 707 had a habit of changing his passwords constantly, sometimes for security reasons or just because he felt like it. Thankfully today he hadn’t changed it. Once opened you sigh in relief as you entered. 

“(Y/N)!!!!!!!!!! You’re here!!!! You came just in time, I was about to change the password to the front door” 707 said as he continued to type away.

“You don’t say…and is there a reason why you are planing to change the password…again?” You asked lifting an eyebrow

“Only felt like it but than I thought of messing with Vanderwood, their gonna be so pissed” 707 laughed as he changed the password. Once he was finished he turned his chair to face you, thats when he notice the box in your hands. 

“What’s in the box? Christmas is still 3 weeks away.” 707 said tilting his head to the side.

“Its for you,just think of it as an early Christmas present” You said before carefully handing him the box. He looks at the box before opening the top and freezes. You couldn’t read his expression which scared you. 707 slowly lifts the kitten up and she scratches 707′s face. You gasp lightly as you watch 707 hold the kitten, his glasses tilted a bit to the side. You waited impatiently for 707 to say something, you started to think that maybe it was a bad idea to give the kitten to him.

“I LOVE HERRRR!!” 707 chirped before hugging the kitten. It took you a while to process everything, it was when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you. 

“Thank you (Y/N)” 707 said before pressing his lips against yours. It started as a simple sweet kiss, but the kiss soon became intense make out session. 707′s hand slowly started to make his way up your shirt and you bite his bottom lip. He lets out a chuckle and you break the kiss.

“The kitten is watching” You said as both of you look at the kitten who only meowed in you’re direction. 

“You’re right, we can’t let such a pure innocent creature watch such sinful acts…..lets go to the bedroom!!” 707 said happily but you only laugh before you give a peck on 707′s lips. You make your way toward the kitten and slowly pet her head.

“You thought of a name?” You asked as the kitten purred. 707 puts his thinking cap on and starts to walk around the room. He suddenly snaps his fingers and sits beside you with a goofy smile plastered across his face.

“Vanderwhiskers” 707 chirped and that moment you burst into a fit of laughter He looks at you and he can’t help but wonder how he ended up dating such a beautiful and amazing girl. He honestly thought this was a dream and that he was soon going to wake up, but every morning he would wake up to find you beside him in bed and he pray that everyday you would stay beside him.

“I love (Y/N)! ” 707 said before wrapping his arms and even his legs around you. Your both on the ground and you can’t help but struggle in 707′s embrace before finally giving up with a smile.

“Hehehehe, I love you too 707″

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