#mysmes x reader

"i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i just can't find them. ugh, where areー found it!" seven hurriedly puts them on and runs to the door, then runs back to his desk to wear his glasses.

"i swear to god, if you don't finish it tomorrowー" vanderwood trails behind him as the redhead prepares to leave his home.

"taser me all you want, but i'm having my well deserved fun today!" before he hears any of it, seven intentionally slams the door and laughs, finally on the way to the party.

meanwhile, zen is all dressed up like he promised, his makeup is flawless, and his hair is perfect. on the way to the party, he's already doing vocal warmups, practicing his anniversary speech, and ohー

"where are my antihistamines?" he confidently asks himself, thinking that he already packed them on his bag.

but they are nowhere to be found.

"holy fuck. i'm so screwed." and he's already overthinking about how he'll look stupid sneezing violently in front of you knowing full well that damn cat will be at the party.

yoosung! is! happily! singing! to himself! and! he! doesnt! care! that everyones watching!!

the moment he stepped out of his apartment, he kept chanting: "10 years! RFA! 10th anniversary! Yay!" like a damn cheerleader.

he was so nervous that he forgot to log in to LOLOL the night before. to be fair, ever since he graduated, he didn't game as much as he used to.

LOLOL had some sort of event going on though, but he didn't care at all. he wanted to see everyone and eat to his heart's content!!

rika crossed his mind once, during the ride on the way. part of him wanted her to be present, but you're already going to be there. he figured it'll be more fun. and he'd already came to terms with the fact that 10 years have passed. the reason that RFA is still here is because of you.

speaking of rika, ever since she somehow got a hold of the chatroom when everyone was asleep, you had a feeling that she's somewhere in seoul. as much as you wanted the RFA to be truly complete, you knew that inviting her isn't the best idea after everything everyone went through.

still, you managed to track her down and send her a small gift from an anonymous location. just to be sure you're safe. not like you're in a position to be manipulated to join a cult again.

you'll never know it, and you'll probably question her messages until the day you die, but she meant every single one of them. part of her wishes that things didn't turn out like how they did, but truthfully, rika can't imagine herself being someone different after the past that she went through.

anyway. V!!

oddly enough, he becomes the best dressed in the party. weeks prior, he cancelled his flight to an exhibition and his managers were disappointed. but hey, can't please everyone in the room, right?

he calls jumin on the way.

"it's been a while, jumin." he says, an excited smile on his face.

"indeed. are you on the way? assistant kang just arrived with the food." jumin replies on the other line.

"yes, i'll be there in ten. has everyone arrived already?"

"there are still others who are not hereー oh, saeran. welcome." jumin replies.

v smiles fondly as he overhears jumin and saeran exchange conversation about the ice cream he brought to the party.

he makes a mental note to take lots of photos during the event.

when saeran arrived actually, seven also parked his car and saw him just in time. so they both entered the venue together.

feeling a little sentimental, seven put his arms over his brother's shoulder.

"you really made sure to bring mint ice cream, huh." he teases.

"…you can never go wrong with having an extra." he quips back, chuckling to himself.

seven stops in his tracks and looks at him.

"what?" saeran asks. seven ruffles his hair and ushers him to go inside.

jaehee is of course, and as always, making sure everything is going according to plan.

as someone who's practically used to being called to work in ungodly hours, managing the preparations for this event are a breeze, so she's not stressed at all.

in fact, out of all the members, she's the most excited!! she even took the time to splurge on a pair of gold earrings and a luxury makeup set. compared to her workload 10 years ago, jumin finally decided to cut her some slack.

she's still in a managerial position, but she works less and sets her own hours. and her pay is increased every month, so she has time to manage the cafe she always dreamed of opening.

my girl is set for life but still continues to work every day T_T

"cake, check. luciel's chips and soda, all here… omurice, wine, pizza… pie, charcuterie… what else… beer… ice cream…" she trails off.

"assistant kang, where is elizabeth 3rd?" jumin suddenly asks.

oh, of course, how can i forget? she mutters to herself.

"your cat is lounging on the couch by the window. the salmon and caviar you requested for her are neatly plated by the caterers at the small table beside everything." she says almost instantly.

jumin smiles, and teases her, "you're always so tense, jaehee."

"hardly!" she laughs. "i'm just happy to be here today."

BEFORE WE FORGET, JUMIN HAN WEARS:

SALVATORE FERRAGAMO bowtie

vintage tom ford shoes

a high end south korean designer's custom suit tailored just for him

genuine gold cufflinks

a sapphire brooch ー which is also a family heirloom btw.

and of course, two kinds of designer perfume.

you were the last to arrive to the party. your dress wasn't anything too expensive, but it was beautiful enough for the occasion.

your hands were full of giftbags for everyone. zen helped you carry them as you enter the room.

"happy 10th anniversary to the RFA everyone!" you cheered, and yoosung was the first to bawl his eyes out.

"this day is so special. you have no idea how much you all mean to me." he says in between sobs.

"i knew he's gonna cry." zen laughs. you elbow him.

v starts taking photos of the event. before zen performed, he set up another camera to record him.

"thank you, jaehee. for organizing everything." you tell her. jaehee also can't help but tear up at that.

"it's nothing." she sniffles, "we have been through so much, haven't we?"

"we really did." v butts in, though his eyes were focused on the camera, a content smile on his face.

the games started out really fun and casual. truth or dare, spin the bottle, cham cham cham, you name it.

when yoosung turned the karaoke on though, that's where everyone started to get rowdy.

the ones who fought over it though were him, zen, and seven. jaehee argues a bit when yoosung groans in annoyance when zen keeps on choosing to sing his own songs.

jumin would casually throw some snide remarks at zen just to irritate him.

seven would keep singing the same arabic song over and over again.

jaehee just laughs most of the time.

v would too, and his pictures become blurry and candid as he, too, savored the moment.

saeran would be in a corner eating his mint ice cream. at first he'll take seven's side, but just gives up because of his bad song choices.

"saeran, why don't you sing a song too?" you ask, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"yeah! she's right. ever since my last song, it's been you," he looks at zen, "and seven's damn arabic over and over again." yoosung agrees.

"but i'm notー" saeran protests helplessly.

"come on. it's just us here anyway." jumin supports.

at this point i dont care if its not canon but saeran actually sings so good it calms the other 3. they were SAT.

"why are you guys suddenly so quiet?" he gets a little bit self-conscious after singing.

"the song you picked sums up our anniversary. it's really fitting!" you praise.

"oh." he smiles. "well, it's my favorite."

"that's my brother for ya! now, it's my turn againー" seven sneakily butts in. but before he could press the song code again, yoosung latches onto him to stop him.

"i'm not letting you go until you pick a different song."

suffice to say, hours went by and everyone had so much fun.

oh, but what about zen's cat allergy? jaehee made sure to bring antihistamines. and also an inhaler in case zen really suffers bad.

thankfully, the meds seemed to work!

at the end of the celebration, everyone set a campfire with some smores, and you initiated the gratitude speech.

one by one, you all shared your musings, regrets, and kept rika in your wishes despite the fact that she wasn't there.

after that the conversation flowed naturally. everyone had some random story to share. jaehee fangirled when zen announced his new tour. everybody listened to saeran share his new hobby. jumin revealed his new favorite ramen flavor, much to zen's disbelief. yoosung plans to go on a research trip somewhere in africa to study about wild animals in savannas. seven jokes about his work as a hacker, but when asked about his safety, he assures everyone that there isn't really anything serious threatening him (except for vanderwood tasering him when he returns home). jaehee explores the idea of opening another branch of her cafe, much to jumin's approval. and v suggests to create an archive of today for everyone to keep.

you were watching everyone be themselves after what felt like an eternity. these people really changed your life, and you went through a lot with all of them, helping them find themselves and rebuild the trust that they lost.

10 years, in the grand scheme of things doesn't seem much. but looking back, a lot has changed.

and yet, you can't help but feel like these people had stayed the same.

or maybe they did change. in a way that made them return to their genuine selves again.

you really can't trade something that priceless for anything else.

and you hoped that whatever happens, RFA still remains.

for 20… 30 years… and more.

even if you're all old, and eventually won't be complete anymore.

At bar somewhere in London, circa 2014, you slunk through the back entrance like smoke and magically seeped through the cracks. You had eyes on a few targets, but only one of them was yours.

From the bar, you looked over your shoulder and spied a large group chatting particularly noisily amongst themselves. The perfect spot to hide a spy. They were crammed into the booth almost as tightly as their bodies into their high-waisted jeans, sweating like pigs and drinking like fish.

"Can I get ya summat?"

The bartender was an older lady, with crows feet beginning to form at the edges of her eyes and deep creases where she smiled. A bandana kept her greying hair back, tied into two haggard braids which bounced as she wiped the counter with a sour rag.

"No, uh... the ladies over there," you said. "They come here often?"

She hummed affirmatively, grinning. "Every Friday. Who's caught your eye?"

"Oh, no, I..."

Before the denial could make its way out, an overabundance of fiery beach waves hit you like a truck. Literally.

"Another witch doctor, please. Same as earlier," said the mystery woman as you plucked strands of plastic hair from your mouth and watering eyes.

You were still reeling from the force of the bulky, synthetic tangles when you saw her: lean and tall, thanks to the glossy, cherry red fuck-me pumps her feet were squeezed into, a plaster peeking from under the ankle of her skinny jeans.

She was a good place to start as any, you supposed.

"You can put it on my tab," you added quickly.

"Bang on." The bartender smiled at you knowingly — not that she knew anything. This was a mission, after all. Not some Friday night sexcapade.

"Oh? For little old me?" the woman turned her head, whipping her hair into your face again as she batted a pair of black strip lashes... not that you could see her through the hair. "I'm flattered. What's your name, hun?"

"I..." You swallowed, looking at the wall-mounted television behind her head to conjure up a fake name. It was always goddamned football. "Kane."

Her grin widened. "Like the footballer?"

Shit.

You gave a noncommittal shrug, playing clueless. "Never heard of her."

"I like you," she chuckled, leaning on the bar. "I'm not big into ballers. They just don't do it for me. Wouldn't mind a millionaire, though."

"Yeah?" you said. "Well, I don't know about a million, but I can buy you a drink anytime."

"That's assuming I won't order a million's worth."

You raised your brows. "Let's hope it won't come to that."

She laughed and the two of you continued your back and forth. You almost forgot about your mission altogether... almost.

You murmured along as she spoke, focused on getting a better look at her face. Her wig was coming a little loose with sweat, and you could see an adams apple at the angle she twisted her head. Her eyes were also a peculiar golden shade you'd only seen a handful of times.

Your suspicions were only confirmed when her drink arrived. Dark and fizzy in an old fashioned glass, and garnished with a godforsaken potato chip.

"Something wrong?" She — he — grinned at you. This absolute...

"Agent 707."

Ignoring you, he took the drink and thanked the bartender, flipping his hair over his shoulder. A sparkly red halter top stretched taut across his chest, catching the dingy overhead light — it kind of caught you off guard, how good he looked in it.

"Where's the USB?" you hissed. "I'm not in the mood for your games."

"What USB? I don't see a USB."

You narrowed your eyes. "Don't lie."

"Lighten up, agent!" He changed the subject. The fake accent slipped as he talked, veering south. "You're tight as a duck's arse! Where's your holiday spirit?"

You grabbed his wrist before he could slip away, pulling him out of earshot. "I have the place surrounded, 707. Either you give me the USB, or we'll take it."

To your surprise, he leaned in closer, the shitty overhead lights casting stark shadows down his smiling face. Your heart jumped.

"Come on," he said, lowering his voice. "You think I would ruin my holiday break carrying work junk around? Please."

You cocked the pistol in your pocket.

"Alright, alright! Will you chill out if I bring you to the USB?" he said, sighing. "Jeez."

Not fully letting your guard down, you sat with him as he finished his drink (he insisted) and stopped him from ordering some goddamn 'angel shot' like he wasn't the biggest threat in the bar.

"You know, if you wanted to bring me home, you could've just—"

"Shut up."

He murmured to himself, crossing his arms as you walked ahead to push the bar door open. Immediately, goosebumps rose up your arms and down your shirt at the biting cold, but you trudged onward.

Of course, he couldn't even get through a door without being annoying about it.

"What the hell are you doing? Start walking before I change my mind."

He stared at you for a moment before cracking a smile, stepping a little too close. "Look up."

Against your better judgement, you did, and were greeted by none other than a cluster of plastic berries. "You can't be—"

Before you could finish, his lips connected with yours. He was warm from the alcohol, and the taste of Dr. Pepper and Bacardi Gold lingered on his breath. You could still taste his lipstick as you pushed him away, your own face hot as you wiped at your mouth.

"You can't just—"

Although he ultimately struggled to express it sometimes, Seeing you all bundled up on the couch, face scrunched up in discomfort, he could feel his own mood souring. You had your nose buried in whatever manga you’d wrapped yourself up in this time, but your focus was all over the place with how much your abdomen hurt. There was no way to think straight through the pain, no matter how much you tried to ignore it, and it bothered him almost as much as it bothered you. It had been a bit since he had slipped out through the entryway with a promise to return soon, with the grin on his face that only meant he was up to something, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to pay too much mind to it.

After about a half hour of you sitting on the couch, stomach aching and barely even reading your book anymore, the jingle from the doorway ensuring your boyfriends return had you directing your gaze to the hallway that led to the door, where said red-haired boy poked his head around the corner, watching you for a reaction.

“Seven…?” You asked, confusion evident on your face as you stared at him, manga now forgotten as it lay abandoned at your side.

He smiled at you, eyes closed while he beamed. “I got you a couple things~” He said, reaching out a hand to showcase the full shopping bag that dangled from his arm.

“Eh--? Why did you--”

He strode over to you, sitting down on the floor next to the couch you sat on as he shushed you, before turning to open the bag. He seemed rather proud of himself as he pulled it open, reaching in and handing you a freshly bought, fluffy blanket in your favorite color, offering it to you with the cutest grin on his face.

“I got you a better blanket, some extra supplies, some hot chocolate…” As he spoke, he laid each item out in a pile, eyeing you from time to time to make sure you were watching him and his little performance. “I got you a heating pad too, Jaehee mentioned once that those are useful. Do you want me to make you the hot chocolate now, or wait a bit?”

You stared at him, completely still as you watched him stare right back, puppy dog eyes on full display. “W- What is… Why……?”

He grinned at you as if it was obvious. Leave it to Seven to make you feel stupid even on your period. “You looked uncomfy, so I wanted to help~ Is that okay?”

Well, how are you meant to say no to that?

Saeyoung is one of those significant others that always has to have his hands on you or he loses his ever loving shit.

You didn't kiss him in the morning? Day ruined. You didn't give him a hug before you left to run errands? Texting you sobbing emojis. You aren't sitting on his lap while he works? Pouting the whole day. You aren't holding his hand as you walk through the entire store? Sighs every other second until you finally give him your hand.

He's such a needy bitch I hate him 😭✋

A lot of the times though, he initiates stuff without waiting for you. He'll grab your hand, wrap an arm around you, or place his hand on your thigh. Oh yeah. That's a big one. Literally anytime you're in the car or sitting next to each other, it's guaranteed that his hand is on your thigh.

and maybe, it's a bit weird for an ai to tell you to go from calling it? him? 707, to seven, to...luciel? since when did they give such 'human' names to ai's? it throws you off that when you're getting ready, he insists you can't go because the weather forecast says it's going to storm, despite you never asking. your super-smart appliances begin to malfunction too - the smart home security locks you in for days at a time, conveniently working just fine when someone comes to check in. sometimes, even your phone begins to act up, and then the familiar emote associated with 707 pops up on the blank screen, demanding you say the 'password' to get in - said password usually consists of something along the lines of, 'i love you, seven! or please help, god seven! a strange, ego-stroking statement of the sort - but you chalk it up to the ai's eccentric 'personality'.

and then one day, your laptop refuses to start up, showing weird symbols and causing you to worry that you'll lose all your files. amidst your despair, your very helpful virtual assistant pipes up to tell you to consult a specialist of some sort. by now, you're used to the unprompted helpful remarks 707 gives you, and you doubt it could harm you to check out whoever he was suggesting. that's how you find yourself outside the door of a saeyoung choi - according to him, he works with technology a lot and can fix your laptop in no time. it's very weird how he sounds all too familiar to the voice from your phone, and how that trademark red hair and striped glasses look just like the one in 707's emote, but maybe it's all a weird coincidence?

if you're not paying attention, you'll miss the pill saeyoung mixes inside your drink. by the time you wake up, you're in a different room, all alone with this mysterious person with nobody to help you - even your reliable 707 is uncharacteristically quiet...