A/N: Sorry that I haven't been updating quite as much as I've been wanting to. I'm working more and crazier hours than before, so I can't manage to do daily updates. I will try to update once or twice a week at least, though.
Also sorry there isn't a lot of substance to this chapter.
The American RFA party was a lot grander than you were expecting. You had to admit that you were very proud of the people that all of you had found in America to join this particular branch of the foundation considering just how much they had managed to accomplish in half a year's time. There were celebrities from Hollywood everywhere, famous faces, and you had heard rumors that even the president of the United States was in the same building as you. You had yet to meet them in person, but the thought itself was exciting. The building you were in was much, much larger than any of the previous parties any of the RFA had hosted. It was amazing. You couldn't stop staring around you at the sights.
"Ah, doesn't it feel like they've one-upped us?" Saeyoung sighed somewhat wistfully as he led you through a dance on the floor. You had been surprised in the past to learn that Saeyoung knew a number of professional dancing. You had been slightly less surprised to learn that he had learned a couple dances just for Elizabeth the 3rd.
"Do you mean by the size of everything?" You were more focused on how strangely your body slotted against your husband's now. You were becoming so round! Was this a normal size for this point in your pregnancy? You were starting to have some creeping suspicions. You would need to do some research later. Pictures would be helpful.
"Well that, and there are a lot of famous people here." He confessed, carefully dipping you before bringing you back to him. You smiled, delighted at the move, before wrapping your arms around his neck. You were a little bit queasy and so you weren't sure you should be doing anything crazy. "It all feels so . . . Western!"
"I thought you lived in the West before?" You asked.
"I did. Which makes me the perfect person to say this!" You giggled and pulled him into a quick kiss as the song ended. He always looked so handsome dressed up. Usually he left his hair to do whatever, but today he had it neatly brushed and parted. It made you want to mess it up even as you admired how he looked with the new hairstyle. Before you could give into the urge you suggested, "How about we go back to our table? I think everyone has gathered over at it."
Saeyoung tilted his head this way and that to look past the crowd at your family's hidden corner booth table. It was tucked away so all of you could have a bit of privacy, but still interact with the party if you so wished. Like you had said, all of the others were already at the table and appeared to be chatting. Although even as you watched Jaehee visibly switched places with Zen so that she was between him and Jumin. Smart move on her part, you thought.
You linked your fingers with Saeyoung, not ashamed to be a hand-holder even at a party, and led the way over to the table where you friends greeted the both of you. You took the time to admire all of your friends dressed up as they were despite knowing that the lot of you were still fairly tired from the flight. Only Jumin and Jaehee were better adjusted looking impeccable as always. You were a bit jealous at the way the two held themselves together.
"Make way for fatty." You joked as you waved at Yoosung to scoot over for you two. "Me and my beach ball here need space."
"You're not that big." Jaehee reassured you as you and Saeyoung slipped into the booth. Already your feet felt a bit better. You were regretting wearing the strappy heels now. "You look to be a healthy size."
"I know, I know. But I can't help my fat jokes. Gonna use them while I can."
"Are you seriously on your phone while we're at a party?" Zen called over to Jumin with a glare.
"Here, here! Saeran, pass over your pasta for me! I wanted to try it!" Yoosung made a grabby hand in Saeran's direction, and the man handed over his plate with minimal fuss.
"I am still required to work." Jumin responded. "Seeing as my assistant is here with me instead of working."
"Thank you for the break, Mr. Han." Yoosung whined, only slightly sarcastically.
"You're welcome."
"Listen," Zen reached over Yoosung to touch your arm imploringly, "please don't ever let me become so busy with work that I can't enjoy an RFA party. This goes for you too, Jaehee." He looked at the woman.
"I can at least try to promise that." Jaehee agreed.
"You're suspiciously quiet." Saeran told his brother.
"Am I, am I?" Saeyoung hummed, leaning on his elbows and yawning. "I'm just tired."
"Poor Saeyoung got cold feet." You teased.
"I can still feel the chill!"
"Whiner." Saeran accused.
"If I get sick, I'm blaming the two of you." He pouted just a tiny bit.
"Why both of them?" Yoosung asked.
"We shared a bed." Saeyoung said, a bit too innocently.
"What?!" Zen cried.
"Oh heyyy~!" You called and pointed out across the sea of people. "Zen, isn't that Christopher Nolan?"
"Wait, don't change the subject!"
"Ah," Jumin called your name to catch your attention, "that reminds me. Is this food safe enough to eat for you? There is seafood in it." He motioned to the small array of plates that all of the others must have brought to the table to share.
"Jumin, stop helping them change the topic!" Yoosung said.
"It should be fine. As long as the meat is cooked." You felt a little embarrassed but pleased that Jumin was also looking out for your health. Saeyoung had already been keeping a close eye on what you were eating, though, so you weren't too worried.
"Saeran, if you really want the cookies then please just take them and stop trying to sneak them off of my plate." Jaehee said, exasperated.
"It's not sneaking if he's caught." Saeyoung snickered.
"Are they seriously just going to avoid the question?" Zen muttered to himself. You bit back a grin. It wasn't the right time to drop the spoiler on them. Besides, you had a plan for exactly how you wanted to do it. You just had to play your cards right and hope that Saeyoung could bite his tongue long enough to let your plan happen.
"Pass the cookies, please." Saeran finally asked softly. Jaehee handed the cookies to Zen, who passed them over to Saeran with his longer reach.
"Oho?" Saeyoung grinned slyly, wiggling his eyebrows. You only had to quickly glance to see what he was referring to, and then began to smile as well as you copied his look.
"Ohoho?" You asked as you eyed Zen and Jaehee. You gave your friend a pointed look as her eyes met yours.
"What's this? Look how chummy you two are~" Saeyoung said.
"Stop." Jaehee immediately responded.
You covered your mouth and said in a mock-hushed voice, "Their arms are touching!"
"Their outfits are matching too!" Saeyoung responded in the same voice, leaning into you.
"Stop it, you two!" Zen warned.
"Could it be . . . ?"
"It could be . . . !"
"Are you two together?" Yoosung blurted out excitedly, finally catching on. Saeyoung buried his face against your shoulder a bit to muffle his giggles. Saeran watched the show with a bit more amusement than he had been feeling before, taking a large bit of his fancy cookie.
"It's not like that!" Zen sighed, frustrated.
"But you're sitting so close together!" Yoosung's face fell some, clearly disappointed. You hadn't realized he shipped them so much, although Saeyoung had mentioned it in the past. It made it all the more amusing because now Yoosung was doing all of the dirty work. He really was so easy to manipulate. You should probably feel more bad about it than you do.
"That's because I either have the choice of sitting closer to Jaehee or you, and obviously I'm going to choose the girl."
"That's your excuse." Jumin suddenly came in, not putting aside his phone as he scrolled through what was no doubt his emails. "But what is Jaehee's?"
The cheeks of the woman in question turned a little pink in the light as she cleared her throat. "It's more coincidence."
"Oh! Jumin's getting in on it!" Saeyoung said. You could see the hint of Jumin's devious side in his face, and it thrilled you. Four against two. A favorite past time of the RFA is messing with each other, after all. Again, you should probably feel more bad about it. You could repent later.
"Maybe she just doesn't want to sit closer to you?" Zen told Jumin.
"I don't believe Jaehee needs a knight in shining armor to defend her." Jumin responded mildly. You caught Saeran turning his head away to hide his own amused smile. Sadists, the lot of you.
"Jumin. Please do not say things that can ruin Zen's career." Jaehee bit out in exasperation.
"Almost everyone here can only speak English. I doubt they can understand us."
"It's okay if you are dating." You told them sincerely, hiding your own intentions behind a kind voice. "You can tell us."
"Yeah yeah! We support it!" Saeyoung added.
"Totally!" Yoosung agreed.
"Oh my god, guys." Zen cried. "It's really not like that!"
"I'm only his manager." Jaehee insisted.
You barely bit back the urge to say "In bed." You luckily had a bit more self-control than your husband.
"I suppose that's one way to call your partner." Jumin said.
"I swear to god-!" Zen cut off abruptly as your name was called and your table was approached by a bunch of familiar faces from your own party. Play time was over, but you would make sure to make a note of the situation to bring up to Jaehee in private. Her feelings towards Zen had always been borderline . . . so maybe something had shifted? Some private girl talk was needed. For now the subject was dropped.
A/N: Please just imagine Saeran watching everything happening in front of him with a carefully blank face even while he's amused as hell.
