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It was unfortunate that we had not been able to go to the party when I first became a member of the RFA, because now that I had been to one - I realized just how amazing they were. Everything came together so beautifully: guests were hilarious, people were happy, and it was like living a dream. Maybe it was a dream? It certainly seemed as real as could be.

There was a memorial set up for V - one for Rika as well. Yoosung seemed somewhat down in spirits when he would pass it by. That was when I realized why Saeyoung hadn't gotten completely rid of his slice of immature personality. After pretending to spill all over Yoosung's dress-clothes and making the younger male completely livid - Saeyoung had successfully managed to drag the blond away from the memorials. Yoosung was rather irritable with him, but they ended up having a good time speaking to the guests after that. It wasn't living a false persona so much as living his true persona of wanting to help others.

By the time the night was over, my feet were aching, but there was a permanent smile plastered on my face. The party had been a success. It was an amazing feeling - knowing how much money we had helped to raise for good causes. This time a portion would be sent to a mental health organization and another portion to drug rehabilitation programs. Drugs are not very common in Korea, but it felt fitting after what had happened with Mint Eye.

I leaned my head against the side of the door as we were heading home - the soft hum of the car's engine lulling me slowly to sleep. Saeyoung's hand was resting on my thigh lightly, fingers slowly stroking over the fabric of my dress there. Was he going to try something in the car? That honestly would not be surprising. We had naturally had some fun in his vehicles in the past - mostly quickies before entering the home to relieve Saeran of babysitting duties. It was the best way to get in our private time.

Assuming this was what he wanted, I shifted my legs with a blush heavy on my face - trying to be more available. That was when his voice interrupted my thoughts. "I want to open a toy factory." Well, that had nothing to do with a quickie in the car. "What brought that on?" I sat up away from the window - showing him that I was paying attention. Naturally, I had been trying to suggest to him that he needed to find something to do, but I hadn't expected him to come to a decision right this moment.

"With the robot-cats coming out in Jumin's company, I think I've got a chance to actually make something of myself. Leave evidence on the entire world that I was here." Those words sounded familiar. For years, my husband had been hidden away in the shadows without an identity. "What better way to leave a lasting legacy than making people happy with things I'm already building?" It was a surprisingly mature thought, and a refreshing one. "I think that sounds perfect, Saeyoung."

He parked the car in its usual place, turning it off and then just sitting there with me in silence for a moment before I took his hand away from my thigh and brought it to my lips. "Though...Saeyoung." My husband had been chewing on the inside of his cheek, deep in thought, but now looked at me once more with those bright yellow eyes I loved so much. "You've already left a legacy. Think of the party, the RFA, our girls."

My own heart was swelling as I thought of the impact that Saeyoung had on the people he met. There wasn't a single person he met who wouldn't remember him - probably quite vividly. "You don't have to work so hard to leave a legacy, because you are a legacy." I dropped his hand to poke his nose instead - a little smirk appearing on his face as he leaned in to catch my lips with his. The kiss was long - ending with a bite to my lower lip before he pulled away.

Silence again, though this time he was the one to break it. He had become serious once again - holding my face between his hands as his eyes searched mine. "Have I really made it? Do I really exist?" It almost seemed like a panic was rising in him as he asked yet another question. "Will the game reset again?" I wasn't sure I followed, not entirely. Taking his hands and squeezing them seemed to calm him down at least some - reminding him that we were in the real world. "Of course you exist. You've even managed to exist so well that you have two little girls."

This only seemed to comfort him further as he leaned close - pressing his forehead to mine. Saeyoung's voice was soft as he responded, so soft that I almost didn't hear him. "Yeah...you're right. You're always right, MC. Thank you...For everything you've given me." It wasn't unlike him to get sentimental like this sometimes. He almost always would make reference to a reset. That would always go over my head, though it did tickle at a memory that would swiftly fly away.

It seemed like it had been ages we were sitting there before we finally entered the house - finding that apparently, the kids had not been nearly as easy to take care of as usual. Our little girls were jumping up and down on a pile of blankets and pillows in the living room as Saeran held his head in his hands - looking up only when we entered. "You were supposed to be home an hour ago. Tell me you weren't just in the car again." He seemed quite angry, but at least we hadn't just been in the car this time for our own amusement?

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