A/N: I finished the Seven route and ended up having far too many feelings and a love for a character in a video game, so I decided to write out a bunch of fluffy ficlets for him and MC. It's my first time writing him, but I hope the characterization is right!
Spoilers for various endings! I took the liberty of merging a couple of storylines.
Despite what some of the other RFA members may have thought, you did have a job outside of answering emails about upcoming parties. Not that they thought that all you did was sit at your house on your phone all day, but none of them really asked about what you did for work. Only Saeyoung had really known back then, but he had dismissed it as unnecessary information once he had concluded that you were harmless. Besides, you had gotten a new job to help pay for your part of the rent when you had moved in with the Choi brothers. Although . . . Saeyoung was still paying a majority of the absurd amount of rent. There wasn't much you could do about that. He was still significantly wealthier than you even though he no longer did the same kind of work he used to. You just wished that sometimes Saeyoung remembered that you did have things to do outside of the house.
It was difficult still for you to get past all of the security in place, but you were getting better at dodging around any traps and pronouncing Arabic. Also, just like Saeran, you had taken to carrying around an Arabic dictionary. You personally thought that Saeyoung's system always knew who you were. But just because you were with Saeyoung didn't mean he always went easy on you. The system did at least go easier on you than, say, Yoosung or Zen, so you didn't hold it against Saeyoung. Your proof of your suspicion that Saeyoung's security recognized your presence and your voice was the fact that when you got to the last door that would demand you answer it's question in its playful robotic 707 voice, it would always ask you ridiculous questions such as, "What is 'Open, Master Seven" in Arabic?". It was preferred to the raunchier questions that would have your face flushing.
This time Saeyoung must have been expecting you. Perhaps it was because there was a tracker that may or may not have been in your purse (you would have to search for that later). Instead of the usual 707 voice coming on to issue you a challenge, Saeyoung's voice spoke instead.
Ohh~ Look who is back~! Have you come to reenter my lair?
You grinned at hearing the man trying to sound like a robot even while his voice was clearly trying to contain his own amusement. "Oh yes!" You responded, playing along. "I would like to come in! I have gifts!"
Gifts do not tempt robots! Now! How do you say . . . "I love Saeyoung" in Arabic?
You made a show of digging into your purse for your pocket dictionary, both taking your time and dramatically moving all of the stuff inside around and around. You became a little more frantic before sighing, defeated, and dropping your hands. You made sure to look as horrified and disappointed as possible. You could say that your acting skills had definitely gotten better after hanging around Saeyoung. Maybe someday you could be up there on the stage with Zen with the amount of acting you did.
"Oh no! I can't find my dictionary!" You cried and leaned against the large metal door, well in sight of the camera. "What will I do? I won't be able to get inside!"
Back away from the door. Saeyoung the robot warned, I can and will explode.
"Oh, sorry." You stepped away and ducked your head behind your long hair to make sure the camera couldn't pick up on your smile.
How could you not know how to speak basic Arabic? The voice mock-scolded you. They teach it in middle school!
"What will I do now? God Seven! I need help!" You cried out instead.
Oh my god. You faintly heard over the speaker, somewhere in the background. Are you two flirting over the security system?
Shhh! Saeyoung hissed back. You could picture him swatting at Saeran. You could also picture the younger twin rolling his eyes. You felt only mildly embarrassed to have been caught playing around again by Saeran, but you were losing your ability to feel shame at your open flirting with Saeyoung. It was well-deserved. And it wasn't as if you were the one to always start it.
Never mind that voice. It must have been! Saeyoung the robot appeared again. He paused for dramatic effect before declaring, A HACKER!
Lord save me. You heard Saeran mutter, but only just.
"A hacker!" You gasped, horrified. "And I'm stuck between the security systems with no way out! Help! I need the Defender of Justice!"
The Defender of Justice Seven-Zero-Seven can't help you crack MY security! The robot responded. The only way through is to say the line! Say it, human! Say how much you loooooooove Saeyoung!
"I looooooooooooove . . ." You dragged out the word, "the beautiful Zen~"
Saeyoung gasped, shocked and offended. How could you? After all my master has done for you? Now I'll never let you in!
"But maybe I can be convinced to show how much I love Saeyoung when I enter?" You bargained.
The robot seemed to consider the option. You waited, excitement and happiness swirling pleasantly within you. You hadn't expected this little playful episode after your long day of work, but you already felt significantly better because of it.
The door clicked loudly and opened before you, the hinges silent as they swung open with some effort. On the other side stood Saeyoung, brushing a couple of loose Honey Buddha Chip crumbs off of his jeans, before he crossed his arms. "Well?" He asked.
You grinned and ran over to him, throwing your arms around his taller form. "You saved me, God Seven!"
Saeyoung never could resist such a warm welcome, and so soon you were wrapped up into his arms and held tightly. "God Seven!" He cheered.
"God Seven~!" You grabbed his cheeks, a smile dancing across your lips. "My gift for my rescuer!" You told him before you kissed him. Saeyoung made a loud humming noise from behind his lips before he pulled back from you, a mock-frown on his face.
"You still haven't fulfilled your end of the bargain." He scolded.
You laughed, finally, unable to hold back before finally saying, "I love you, Saeyoung."
"More." He demanded, kissing your cheek sharply. His glasses tapped against your face, so you pushed them up and out of the way.
"I love you." You repeated, softer and more serious this time. Saeyoung kissed you properly for that. You let yourself melt into his embrace, your body relaxing at the familiar scent of his favorite junk food. You could smell some form of dinner cooking in the kitchen, though. You ignored it for the time being, tilting your head to deepen the kiss as your hands slid down his arms to grab his hands. The press of his skin against your hand made you aware of the rings on both of your fingers, and you found yourself craving just a bit longer in the moment.
The security door issuing a warning for being left open broke the warm moment, and you pulled back with a wince at the actual robot Seven's voice threatening to cause trouble if not properly closed. Saeyoung pushed the door shut without letting go of your hand. When he turned back to you, you were beaming again.
"Hello." You told him. He grinned, and your heart relaxed as it always did to see the warmth in his yellow eyes. It was the best kind of welcome.
