(A/N: Up until now, the sex has been tame, and off screen, but there's sexual content right at the beginning of this chapter, fair warning. Also in game Seven's house seems pretty far away from other people, judging how it takes him hours to get to MC's apartment, but everything is much closer together in this story.)
Chapter 4: It's a Job
Saeyoung considers himself a religion man, but he became even more devout after MC came into his life. His precious angel. His goddess.
He kisses her. Tastes her. Wishes he could drown in her smell, taste, and sounds. It takes too long to get her free of her skirt. He needs to spread her open, and worship her the way she deserves. The way he loves to worship her.
It's not good enough that he's down on his knees. Saeyoung sinks to his stomach, and grovels between MC's legs. He pushes his entire face into her panties, licking the fabric, breathing her in.
She's easy. Too easy. Even with no previous experience, Saeyoung easily hacked into her brain, and cracked her code—the combination of touches that could transform her into a moaning mess. He sucks on the front of her panties, as another hand snakes up the front of her loose sweater, cupping her breast through her bra.
MC whimpers, spreading her legs wider—inviting him in.
She pulls her sweater off without prompting, and there's already sweat glistening between her breasts. Saeyoung hooks a finger through the crotch of her panties, and pulls them down her legs. She's leaning back on the pillows of their bed wearing only her bra. Chest heaving; legs spread. She's nothing short of divine.
Saeyoung memorizes every reaction as his fingers tease her thighs, her folds, and finally push her lips open. She's wet, but he wants her dripping. Saeyoung leans down and gives the slightest flick of his tongue against the seam of her lips.
She's moaning. God, she's moaning. And Saeyoung can hardly restrain himself from shoving his hand down his own pants. His tongue laps at her soft sex, delighting in the taste that's both salty and sweet. Like his favorite chips, but better.
MC's eyes flutter shut as his tongue circles the small nub at the top of her slit. The spot that drives her crazy. He focuses, to keep his tongue's movements precise, flicking back and forth. He wants her writhing.
Soon, fingers tangle in his hair, clenching again and again, while holding him close. She grinds her hips back on his face—demands his attention. She's already lost when two fingers push inside.
The shudder is immediate. Automatic. She wants more—she always wants more.
"Please," she begs. The words barely form between her breathy moaning. "I want you inside of me. Please…"
Not yet. Saeyoung wants to experience every part of her climax, first. The way she grunts, and howls his name. Only he does this to her.
She's close. Saeyoung recognizes her signs. The way her legs quake , and her walls tighten around his fingers. The hitch in her breathing, and the unique sounds she grunts out. She's about to come. He's making her come.
The moment she falls over the edge he knows, because she's bucking her hips onto his fingers, and his mouth. She's groaning, lost in the pleasure that Saeyoung provides her. Only him.
When he withdraws his fingers, they're soaked. And he's quick to pull his own pants off, and position his throbbing hard cock at her dripping entrance. He's been so patience, but that's over. He pushes inside, without further announcement.
She's wet. So wet. She's always this wet for him, when he drives his cock inside. He makes sure she's aching as badly as he is before burying himself to the hilt. His balls slap on each powerful thrust. She's speaking in tongues, barely comprehensible.
"Please…fuck me…please, oh God, Seven, God Seven, please…"
But he doesn't want to go fast. He wants to savor, and enjoy. The frustration is written plain on her flushed face. He's not fast enough. She grabs his shoulders, and pushes with legs and arms, fighting her way on top of him.
Not that he fights back. He loves it. There's nothing like the sight of his goddess straddling him, wearing only her pink bra.
"I want to feel you deeper than ever before," she moans, before slamming her hips back down on his cock.
God. She means it. There's no chance to catch his breath. MC's hips slam down against his, meeting in a loud slapping noise, her juices dripping down onto his balls. She's obscene. Obscenely beautiful.
With each savage movement, her tits bounce in their bra. Her wet cunt slams down onto his aching cock. And she moans, and talks to him. The way she knows he loves.
"Saeyoung…Saeyoung…"
Her name on his lips is sweeter than any prayer. This is his heaven.
"Oh God Seven…"
Saeran doesn't want to hear it.
Saeran hears it, anyways.
The sounds of grunting, panting, and skin slapping is audible, though not as loud as the voices.
He sits in his bed across the hallway, wearing a borrowed shirt and loose pajama pants. He squeezes his eyes shut. He should put a pillow over his head, or find some earphones. He should bang on the wall, and alerting them to their audience.
He should—but he doesn't.
Saeran doesn't want to hear his brother and MC fucking. He never wants it, but noise has a way of traveling in the hallway. Through that open door.
Always open.
"You like it when I ride you?" asks MC.
Saeran never had time to think about sexual relationships in his old life. His only sexual experience was his own hand, and the limitless expanse of the world wide web. Perhaps not the best teacher, since most of what he had found there disgusted him. His only example of a sexual relationship to observe was his Savior and V. Their tumultuous affair hadn't inspired him to find a partner. If anything, it convinced him to avoid them altogether.
"You want to come inside of me, don't you? Dirty boy, you want to see your own come dripping out…"
Fuck yes, he does.
God, Saeran wants to have sex. He never used to think about having sex, but after living with MC, he thinks about it quite often.
Saeran wants to have sex with her. She would feel so good, he's positive. So wet and tight—all the things men crave. Sex with MC would be all of those things. If only her cunt were rubbing up and down on his cock, instead of his own hand. It didn't matter if he was inexperienced, she would know what to do. She would teach him.
The sound of Luciel grunting and groaning is annoying. But after MC's loud and glorious orgasm, the sounds became even more interesting.
"Ugh, you're so big," moans MC, through the open door. "You feel so good."
Identical twins. Surely they were similar? It could be him, plowing into her. It could be Saeran.
"Fuck," groans MC.
Yes, that's exactly what he would like to do. Fuck her, until she can't remember anything about Luciel. Until he's the only one on her mind.
Saeran doesn't remember when his hand slid down the loose front of his pajama pants, and he doesn't care. He pumps his fist up and down his shaft, slick with his own leaking precome.
The picture of MC, riding him. Moaning for him. Begging for him. It's too much. He can't last long, even with only his own touch for relief.
"Saeyoung," moans MC, and Saeran blocks the name. In his mind, she's moaning for him. Not his duplicitous brother.
"Saeyoung, I want you to fill me this time, don't pull out, fill me…"
Saeran comes over his own fist. There's no warning. The idea of filling MC full of his seed makes him come, immediately. He suppresses his groan into his pillow, to avoid his own noises betraying his actions.
He wants her. More than anything. If she was his, he would fill her everyday.
But it's not true. She's not his. She never will be. And he should not be imagining such brutal, sexual things about his friend. His co worker.
Saeran wipes his hand off on his shirt. It's another donated garment from Luciel. He pulls it off, and tosses it toward the pile of dirty laundry in the corner of his small cell.
He lies back, glaring at the ceiling. It's quiet in the hallway.
MC and Luciel are satisfied, and spent. Saeran is frustrated, and restless.
Saeran emerges from his room the next morning to shower. The dark bags under his eyes from announce his lack of sleep. He dresses in a plain black shirt and jeans. MC usually wears dresses to work, but he can't imagine that he'll be required to wear a gown. He's not Luciel.
Once he's cleaned and ready, he walks down the hallway, past the open door.
Always open.
The same stupid music video blares from laptop speakers. MC dances along, pausing to tie back the black apron around her waist. She immediately starts up again, following along with the dancers, the freshly tied bow bouncing with every sway of her hips.
The hips that haunt his dreams.
"Do I have to wear an apron?" asks Saeran.
MC startles, turning quickly with an embarrassed grin. "Oh, um, yeah, but they're at the shop, don't worry." MC rushes to shut the laptop, ending the annoying background music.
"Are we taking one of the cars?"
"We are," says Luciel. Saeran hadn't heard him approach, too caught up in staring at MC. "Which of my babes do you want to get inside, huh?"
Saeran's scandalized expression slowly melt as he realizes Luciel is referring to his cars; not MC. Luciel's grin is so wide, it knocks his ridiculous glasses askew.
"Red? White? Yellow? What's your poison?" asks Luciel.
"Actual poison is my poison," says Saeran.
"The red one it is," says Luciel, giving a nervous chuckle. Behind his glasses, his golden eyes are sleepy, and his red hair is messier than usual.
The drive is uncomfortable. The cars Luciel loves so much are lacking in the backseat department. Saeran's sits scrunched up in the backseat, scowling in the rearview mirror.
"Sorry, I forget it's not the most comfortable ride," says Luciel, glancing back, occasionally, as he drives down the winding toward toward town. Saeran's mint eyes lock in a death glare. "Maybe I should look into some kinda sports utility vehicle, I think Paserati makes an SUV?"
"You'll have fun at work, Saeran," says MC, smiling as she twists in the front seat, to look back. "There's people, music, and a nice break room in the back. If it's too much, just hide in there. Oh, and I'll drive next time."
"Sorry, sorry," says Luciel. "I'm ditching so much work right now. Jumin's going to rage. But I just wanted to really be there for you, on your first day at work. In case it's too much. I know you've worked in the past, but it wasn't really for money, and…"
"That doesn't count as a job," says Saeran, his tone flat. "I was forced to carry out orders of a master manipulator. I followed orders because it helped me escape. I did what I had to do to survive."
"Yeah, so like a job at C&R," says Luciel, snorting at his joke. MC shoots him a disapproving look. "Ah, sorry, too soon?"
The rest of the drive is short, and blessedly silent. Luciel's compound is well down the road, but it's a short drive when Luciel's driving well over the speed limit. He only slows after they enter the city limits, driving down a small, twisting road through the main street near the university.
"This is us," says MC, bouncing in her seat. Luciel comes to a stop in a "No Parking" area, but he leaves the engine running.
The cafe takes up the corner spot on a line of buildings, next to a twenty-four hour laundromat. Large windows cover the front and side. Through the glass, small circular tables with cute wooden chairs crowd together. The sign above the door announces "Mystic Cafe," in gilded letters, and a sandwich board sign by the door lists several of the day's specials, in fancy, chalk writing.
MC pushes her car door open and hops out, before pushing the seat up. She extends a hard to Saeran.
He stares at her small palm for several moments, before pulling himself up and out of the car, unassisted.
"I'll be back to pick you two up tonight," says Luciel. "I hope I can finish early, so I can come hang out. Maybe drag Yoosung away from LOLOL."
"Yay! Make it happen' cap'n!" says MC.
"Bet your ass, sea bass," says Luciel.
MC giggles as she closes the car door. The tinted window hides Luciel's reaction, as the car's engine revs. Saeran watches it swerve back into traffic, and zip down the road. MC walks to the front door, and pushes it open. The pleasant sound of a tinkling bell greets them as they walk inside.
"Good morning, MC, and Saeran," says Jaehee. She stands behind a large, wooden counter crowded with all manner of brewing equipment. She's wearing a plain, black dress, and an apron identical to MC's. Her hair is slightly longer than Saeran remembered from seeing her before at the hospital.
Jaehee pushes a button, and a blender whirs to life, mixing up some fancy coffee drink. She expertly pours the blended concoction into a clear glass, and finishes the top with a small burst of whipped cream, and a chocolate curl. Jaehee hands the drink to a customer, waiting patiently near the register.
"C'mon, this way," says MC, grinning at Saeran as she walks to the counter, and lifts a thin portion of the wood.
Saeran follows, a scowl on his face. He scans the area, searching for any threats. A couple of sleepy students sip on lattes near the windows. An older man with a ring of black hair around a balding head clacks away on a laptop while a small cup of black coffee steams in front of him.
There's a computer sitting in the back room, unguarded. The operating system looks dated. It would be so easy to hack into the system, access the Internet, and look for any information about the treatment center in Alaska that roams around in the wilderness. Where he could find his Savior, and see her condition for himself.
Saeran doesn't trust for a moment that she's truly as harmless as Yoosung and Zen claim. What would he say if he could see her one last time?
"Here's your apron," says MC, snapping Saeran from his dark thoughts. She holds out a black, canvas garment which he accepts, and holds up against his clothing. He slides it over his head, and MC jumps behind him to tie the strings into a sturdy knot.
"Fashionable," says Saeran, staring down at the prominent Mystic Cafe logo embroidered on the front.
"Look at you, making jokes," says MC, grinning. "I hope that means you like it?"
Saeran looks around the room, frowning. "There are entirely too many posters of Zen in this room."
"Okay, first, there can never be too many posters of Zen anywhere, and second, you can add your own stuff, if you like, assuming you decide to stay working here." MC smiles as she walks to the computer, enters a password, and types in some basic information. "Okay, we are officially, on the clock."
Saeran crosses his arms in front of his chest, and stares down at MC. "So what do I do?"
"Just shadow me, today," says MC. "Stick close, and I'll show you the ropes!"
MC walks out of the backroom, with Saeran close on her heels. She walks to the register where Jaehee stands, speaking with a customer.
"That's two of our roast of the day, and one soy latte," says Jaehee, punching quickly into the computerized register. Jaehee moves with speed, and grace, effortlessly locating all the ingredients, and preparing the drinks.
"That'll be twelve eighty five," says MC, stepping up to the register, and smiling at the customer.
Saeran watches MC operate the register, accept the cash, and make change.
"It'll be right up, at the end of the counter," says MC, gesturing toward a sign that reads "Pick-Up" in fancy script. After the customer wanders away, MC continues to stand behind the register, humming to herself.
"So, should I be learning how to make coffee?" asks Saeran. MC rests her back against the counter, and pulls out her phone.
"Meh," says MC, shrugging. "That can come later. It's good that you're so eager, though."
Saeran scowls.
"It's a compliment," says MC, lightly tapping a fingertip against Saeran's shoulder. "Lighten up, this is a fun job."
Saeran fails to see how it's any funner than other jobs. Jaehee takes every free moment to check lists of deliveries against inventory on the shelves. She refills canisters of fresh ground coffee, and checks the temperature of the small fridge that holds the creams and milks. She rarely stands still for more than a minute. MC stops her when she goes for a broom.
"Jaehee, you're fidgeting again," says MC, sighing. "I'll sweep, and wipe the counters, if it'll make you feel better, though trust me, they're shining."
"I should probably check on the status of some orders," says Jaehee, frowning. "Can you handle the counter for a while?"
"Of course, boss," says MC, smiling with her broom. She hands a rag to Saeran. "Wipe the counters."
Saeran stares at the rag. Jaehee leaves the area, and MC begins to quietly sweep the floor. It's clean, save a few new coffee beans that have dropped during the ordinary course of business.
"You're a janitor?" asks Saeran.
MC snorts. "Kinda! I do everything! Well, I mean, I can do anything, but Jaehee's a workaholic. She prefers to do most of it herself. I'm the extra set of hands during busy times. There'll be a rush in the afternoon, and then at night lots of people stop by to hang out, and mornings are terrible."
"How does she manage, with just the two of you?" asks Saeran.
"Oh, it's not just me! There's a crew of college kids that work part time, but I'm the only other full-time employee. We're looking for more, though." MC wiggles her eyebrows at Saeran.
"Want me to show you how to make some basic drinks from the menu?" asks MC. "You're allowed to make yourself drinks as long as there's no customers to serve, but keep them out of view of the public. Jaehee thinks it looks sloppy if we're all back her chatting with coffee mugs."
Saeran frowns as he follows MC around behind the counter. It's not difficult to pour the fresh brewed coffee, but some of the drinks require ice, and blenders, and shots of espresso and flavored syrups. Nothing beyond Saeran's abilities. Much easier than hacking into secret national databases.
The demonstrations are interrupted frequently by customers ordering drinks. Some take them to go, others sit at the tables. The rush is larger than Saeran was expecting. He's needed on the register, while MC and Jaehee rush about making drinks, and selecting bakery items from the display. Around the afternoon rush a short girl with glossy black hair in a pixie cut arrives to help out.
It's not the worst job. It's peaceful, really. Saeran's just busy enough that he doesn't have time to worry about Luciel, or his Savior, or all the injustices he's survived. There's no reason to think about the drugs, the hospital, or the gun. He worries about remembering which pot is decaf, instead. And the best part?
"Saeran, can you grab some more of the paper cups from the backroom?" asks MC. "It's the door marked 'Supplies,' and most of the boxes in there are labeled. And most of them are cups."
Saeran nods silently, and follows her orders. Spending time with MC is a dream come true. Only a few times does he catch himself staring at her, remembering the previous evening's noises. She's more energetic than he would have expected, considering her late night activities.
MC's patient, and kind. Even if she is a bit of a slacker. More than a few times, Saeran catches her staring at her phone instead of working.
"RFA business," MC mutters, when Jaehee gives her a pointed stare. Saeran glances over her shoulder, and spies animated kittens pouncing across the screen. There's no way that's business. MC manages to pull her weight, without going above and beyond.
The evening crowd is more mellow. The clients are mostly people coming to hang out, instead of commuters in a hurry. Saeran stares at everyone that enters the shop. It's habit. He freezes when he recognizes the man at the door.
"Hey babe," says Zen, walking into the cafe, carrying a dull black helmet under his arm. He walks directly up to the counter where MC's standing on her phone. "Always a great day when I get to stop by and chat with my favorite girls. Jaehee's not working herself to death, right?"
"Of course she is," says MC, grinning. "But not even you can stop her from doing that."
Zen wears a leather jacket over a gray and white striped shirt, and faded jeans. He rests his helmet on the counter, and waves when he spots Saeran.
"Hey, Saeran, how's it going?" asks Zen. "I heard on the messenger that you'd be working here. You like it so far?"
"It's a job," says Saeran. No need to look too eager.
"He's doing great," says MC, reaching out to squeeze Saeran's arm. "Employee of the Day!"
"I'm jealous," says Zen. "You get to spend more time with MC and Jaehee."
"You would be jealous of me, just because I work near them, when they have a shrine to you in the back room?" asks Saeran.
"In the…shrine?" asks Zen.
"Ha. Ha. Ha," says MC, shoving Saeran roughly away from the register. "Saeran's hilarious, just like his brother."
"I'm nothing like Luciel…" Saeran hisses as MC shoves him away. He scowls, like a scolded puppy.
"We'll send Jaehee out, I know she needs to talk to you about tickets to the upcoming show…"
MC drags Saeran with her into the back room. "What are you doing, don't say that, you'll embarrass Jaehee! We're Zen's biggest fans, but we try to keep it professional here at work." MC peeks her head around a partition, where Jaehee sits typing away at a computer. "Hey, boss, Zen's here…"
"Oh," says Jaehee, immediately locking the screen, and bolting out of her chair. "Oh, my." Jaehee stars down at the crumbs littering her apron, and starts to bat at the fabric. MC joins in, patting her down until the crumbs are gone.
"One sec," says MC, using her fingers to comb Jaehee's hair out of her face. "Looks good," she says, giving thumbs up.
"Thank you," says Jaehee, smiling fondly. "What would I do without you?" Her eyes shine as she hurries out into the main area.
"So, she has a crush on Zen," says Saeran.
"No, she's Zen's biggest fan," says MC.
"What's the difference?" asks Saeran.
"Jaehee doesn't want to date Zen, she'd rather die than cause some scandal in his life. She just wants to support him, and watch him grow as an actor," says MC, nodding. "Maybe fantasize a little. I mean, he's stupid hot. But he's an incurable narcissist. Plus, I think he has growing feelings for someone…"
"How do you know?" asks Saeran.
"Just a hunch," says MC, grinning. "You should log into the messenger more often. Then you could be up to date with all the gossip."
Saeran frowns, his hand immediately going into his pocket. His cellphone is matte black, and rarely used. It had no internet access, and can't even make an outgoing call. The only application Luciel allowed on the device is the RFA messenger app.
A remarkable piece of code, though Saeran would never tell Luciel. It had taken considerable time, and energy, to hack into the messenger. It was made more difficult by the way Luciel knew of any small changes, immediately, and updated the algorithms instantaneously. Luciel designed the messenger—it's his realm.
But MC uses the messenger, too.
Saeran rubs his thumb along the side of his smart phone. Maybe he could log in, every now and then. Even if only to chat with MC.
"MC?" Jaehee's voice carries into the backroom. MC rushes out into the main area, Saeran in tow.
"What's up?" asks MC.
"I'm afraid I have an important business call from one of our suppliers," said Jaehee, holding her phone away from her mouth as she speaks. "Take over for a few minutes?"
"Sure thing, boss," says MC, smiling. Zen's still standing at the counter, long white hair tied back, and unique red eyes watching.
"So, how's my princess doing today?" asks Zen.
"Better, now that you're here, Lovely Zen," says MC, fluttering her lashes in a comically exaggerated way. "It's slow, even for this late."
"That's why I stopped by tonight," says Zen. "No desire to be here on college night."
"I have no desire to be here for college night, either, but, looks like I'll be working a lot of nights, coming up," says MC, sighing.
"Mistah trust fund kid forcing Seven to work like a slave?" asks Zen.
"I miss my boyfriend," says MC.
"Cheer up, babe," says Zen. "Next time I catch Jumin Han on that messenger, I'm going to give him hell."
"Thanks, honey," says MC, making kissy lips at Zen. He winks, and grabs his helmet from the counter.
"I'm on my way home, rehearsals got me exhausted, tell Jaehee I said bye," says Zen. He pauses, helmet under his arm. "Oh, and good seeing you, Saeran. You look like you're feeling better. Hope to see you again, later."
Saeran glares at Zen as he makes his way out of the cafe. The tinkling bell announces his departure. There are only a few customers remaining, sipping drinks, and browsing their phones, quietly.
"That guy," says Saeran, unable to hide the distaste from his tone. "You have posters of him, and he calls you babe."
"You know Zen, that's just how he is," says MC, shrugging.
"It looks like you're attracted to him," says Saeran, frowning.
"Oh, hell yeah, did you see him? That face is just, too perfect to look at for too long, you get spoiled," says MC. She turns to meet Saeran's scandalized expression, and can't hold back a laugh. "You look surprised?! Oh, and his abs. You should get him to lift his shirt up next time you see him, it's actually really easy to convince him to lift his shirt up, he loves it, and oh God, it's like a marble statue, I swear…"
"I thought you were in a committed relationship," says Saeran. He hopes his tone sounds casual, and less like the accusation it actually represents.
"I am," says MC, smiling. "Drooling over Zen doesn't affect my relationship with Saeyoung!"
Saeran hmphs, unconvinced. The tinkling of the bell demands their attention.
"Speak of the devil," says Saeran.
"Hey! My two favorite people," says Luciel, as he bursts into the cafe, and rushes to the counter. He's wearing his usual hoodie over wrinkled clothing. He smiles, but the dark bags under his eyes look painful.
"You're early," says MC, leaning over the counter to meet Luciel in a kiss. They hover together for several seconds before the kiss breaks, though they remain close, with eyes locked. They look disgustingly happy. It's an embarrassing public display of affection.
"And thank God, and Hallelujah Jesus, I got to run into Zen," says Luciel, bringing his hands up to fan himself. "I think my immunity to his sex appeal is wearing off. I haven't seen him in a few weeks, and I swear, he's somehow gotten sexier."
"Right?" says MC, giving a low groan. "I was just telling Saeran about his abs."
"Saeran," says Luciel, leveling a serious look, "Zen has the kinda abs you wanna rub your face against, like a cat. But don't actually be a cat. He's allergic."
"Oh, did Zen leave?" asks Jaehee, returning to the main area. She glances at the clock and hums to himself. "Ah, almost close. It's quiet, you two can head out early if you'd like. I'll close up."
"Hey Jaehee," says Luciel, waving his hands obnoxiously in front of Jaehee's eyes even though she's less than three feet away. "Long time no see."
"MC tells me you're finally experiencing the full joys of working for Mr. Han," says Jaehee. She's unable to fight the tiny, smug grin that hovers on her lips.
"Yeah, slave master Jumin, I think he would keep me at the office in a cage if I let him," says Luciel. "It's just a big project, that took longer than I expected. But it's almost finished! As soon as it's over I'll finally have some free time to hang with my brother, maybe take a day trip, and come home to make sweet, sweet love to my girlfriend."
"We've discussed this before," says Jaehee, clicking her tongue. "Refrain from speaking about your bedroom behavior in my place of business."
"I just said make sweet love," says Luciel, scoffing louder than necessary. "It's not like I went into the positions I was picturing, vividly, in my mind." The conversation manages to draw the eyes of the remaining customers.
"Leave," says Jaehee.
"Yes, ma'am," says Luciel, pretending to cower away from Jaehee's scary, business face.
MC laughs as she walks around the counter, and rushes to put her arms around Luciel's waist. Saeran follows, keeping a respectable distance from the couple.
"I missed you, did you get some work finished?" asks MC.
"I did, and I got this new kitten you have to see, I'm going to program her to compliment your dancing, so you'll have an audience when I can't be there…"
"Saeyoung," says MC, laughing. "That's not what you were supposed to be doing today."
"I can't help it, my mind wanders," says Luciel. "Especially, when you're not around…"
They continue to chatter all the way to the car. MC's arm never drops from around Luciel's waist. They're so comfortable. So happy. There's never a break in their small talk, and laughter. Saeran slinks into the backseat, and pulls out his phone. Might as well check it out.
[[Chatroom Transcript]]
Jumin Han: I fail to see how that makes me a heartless employer. I provide Saeyoung with employment, and considerable compensation.
Jumin Han: My company also provides excellent benefits, which help him and his family.
Jumin Han: All I ask in return, is that he does his job.
ZEN: You shouldn't require him to work through the night!
Jumin Han: Saeyoung makes his own hours. I'm not in charge of his schedule.
ZEN: This is Jaehee all over again. Don't be surprised when Seven quits and starts his own company one day.
Jumin Han: I would be supportive :)
Jumin Han: I support all members of the RFA with their chosen paths.
Jumin Han: Speaking of supporting RFA, I am looking forward to watching My Cowboy, My Heart next weekend.
Jumin's smiling emoji.
ZEN: The tickets are all lined up. I'm giving them to Jaehee, so you'll need to coordinate with her.
Jumin: Front row?
ZEN: Front and center. The star gets what the star wants
ZEN's winky, snapping emoji
MC logs into the chatroom
MC: ZENNNNNN!
MC: FRONT ROW!
MC: ZOMGGG!
ZEN: I got a ticket for everyone in the RFA
ZEN's winky, snapping emoji again
MC: Can I get an extra ticket for my friend?!
MC sends a picture of herself, and "a friend."
ZEN's surprised emoji
ZEN: Wow!
ZEN: Who's your friend?
ZEN: She's double invited
ZEN's winky heart flirting emoji
ZEN: She's a real cutie
MC: One of your biggest fans 3 3
ZEN: You should definitely bring her along then
Jumin Han: That is Saeyoung in a dress.
ZEN's angry emoji
ZEN: Seven!
ZEN: You said after last time, that it was the last time
MC: lololol
MC: No one said I couldn't send you pictures tho
ZEN: You two are obnoxious.
Jumin: It's definitely his color.
ZEN: Dude, this is why people think you're gay.
Jumin Han: I thought I was a robot?
MC: gay robot
A/N: I am going in for surgery tomorrow. I'm only supposed to be down and out for a week, but just fair warning, in case it turns into a whole ordeal. Thank you for reading and following :)