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"Luciel?"

"Yeah, MC?"

"Mama and papa have been talking about… moving."

"Moving? You mean going to another place?"

"Mhm."

"Oh. Will it be far from here?"

"V-Vietnam."

"That's… pretty far."

"I… know."

"Then how are we going to fulfill our promise?"

"We were seven, Luciel."

"Still…"

MC stood up from her seat to hug the red head sitting next to her. He placed his forehead on her shoulder, not doing anything else but keep quiet.

"I understand that you don't like this happening and I don't want this too but my mama." MC cut off with a sigh, "I'm really sorry, Luciel."

Luciel closed his eyes then wrapped his arms around MC, pulling her close to him, "One more promise. Please."

"That is?"

"Please promise me that we'll see each other again. No matter what it takes, we'll find a way to meet," Saeyoung responded

MC smiled weakly, "Okay. I promise. Now that's locked up with the other promises."

Luciel chuckled, "We have quite a lot of promises."

"That's true but where's the fun in friendship if we're not going to have promises?" MC pointed out

"Good thinking, MC." Luciel smiled in agreement, "Can I ask one last favor though?"

"Okay."

Luciel bit his lip then pulled out of the hug, looking MC in the eye, "Um, I… c-c-can I kiss you?"

MC's brows shot up as she stared at her friend whose face was quickly matching his hair color. She gave him another smile then closed her eyes, "I'll be waiting."

•••

Yoosung entered the hospital room, a plastic bag filled with bread and drinks in his hand. He walked over to MC and offered it to her.

"Hey, MC, Seven and Zen are going to be really upset if you don't eat," he spoke as he grabbed a chair and sat down beside her, "I… understand that this is all so painful for you but you can't let yourself get sick too."

MC looked at the bag then slowly rummaged for something, finally opting for a piece of bread.

"I know that you won't feel hungry at a situation like this," Yoosung said

MC gave him no response.

"I'm concerned though. Since when have you been sick?" Yoosung asked

MC stiffened at the question then turned to look at the blonde, "A really really long time ago."

•••

Luciel walked past the crowd to get to the center. He said several "excuse me"s and "sorry"s to get to his destination which, in his perspective, was worth all the effort in the world.

"MC, I wanna talk," he spoke as soon as he saw who he was looking for

MC turned back to him with a deadpanned expression, "What?"

"What do you mean 'what'? Last month we were just talking normally then for the past weeks you've been avoiding me," Luciel responded

"So what if I decide to avoid you?" She raised a brow, "What is it to you?"

"You're my friend, what are you even talking about?" Luciel furrowed his brows

"Well I don't need friends, thank you very much." MC crossed her arms over her chest, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have something better to do."

Luciel stomped his foot then stood at the way that MC was walking towards.

"I won't let you go," Luciel stated, "Not this time. You're moving soon and I can't waste anymore time."

MC stared at him, both glares stonecold.

"Why are you avoiding me, MC? Is it because I'm annoying? Is it because I talk about my brother a lot? Tell me so I can change!" Luciel exclaimed, "We've been through so many things, MC, now isn't the time to do this."

Luciel stared her down until MC's chin started trembling. His expression softened as he reached out to her for a hug.

"L-Luciel, I'm sorry," she spoke through tears, "I'm sorry I did this."

Luciel frowned then patted her back, "What's wrong, MC?"

"Nothing's wrong," she responded

"I've known you for years," Luciel pointed out, "I know when you're lying and when you're not."

"M-Mama said that I'm sick," she answered, "The doctor too. Tha-that's why we have to leave."

Luciel fell silent and forced himself to speak, "Then you're going to be fighting for your life. I trust you, MC. And don't worry, if you ever need help, I'll still be here. Don't you ever leave me… 'kay?"

MC sniffed, "O-Okay."

•••

Luciel stood, frowning, as his best friend waved goodbye to all of them. He wanted to go to the airport for one last time to say goodbye but his mother would look for him if he was gone too long. And besides, what if his fatger decided to board a plane that day?

So he settled with silently crying there, unsure of whether or not this was their last time to see each other.

MC ran up to Luciel to give him the biggest and tightest hug they ever shared, "I'm going to miss you the most, Luciel! Please don't cry!"

"How can I not cry?" Luciel asked, "You're leaving me!"

"I'm gonna be back," MC whispered, "I promise. I'm going to find a way to see you again."

"Okay," Luciel replied, "Don't forget about me, okay?"

"I won't. Never."

•••

Seven ran through the white hallways, desperately going as fast as he could. He skidded down three curbs, nearly slipped a dozen of times, and tripped thrice but nothing was stopping him. He abruptly opened the door to room 312, catching the attention of the people inside the room. There was a woman who was crying her heart out as a blond guy restrained her from running to the person on the bed who was being revived.

"You promised, Hyun!" He yelled, frustrated that he couldn't see the man he was yelling at, "You promised that you'd take care of her!"

Seven felt a hand on his shoulder, pulling him away from the doctors. He looked up with teary eyes to see his friend, Jumin, giving him a tired look.

"You are her best friend," Jumin spoke, pointing at the woman, "So do you really think that this is the correct time to lash out?"

Seven's expression softened then slowly made his way to the brunette. The blond let go of her as soon as Seven reached her. They stared at each other for a while, faces smeared with tears, until MC wrapped her arms around him.

"Th-There there, MC," he whispered as MC buried her face on his chest

"H-H-Hyun," MC spoke weakly

He patted her back, "I know, I know, but he's strong, right? He's-, he has to be."

•••

Zen stumbled as Seven helped him get into bed. The red head tucked his drunk friend to bed, aware of the pair of red eyes following his movements.

"Th-anks, S-haeyoung," Zen slurred

"Don't call me that," Seven scolded him

Zen pouted, "Why not? Ish your name."

Seven sighed then poked Zen's forehead, "You're kinda annoying when you're drunk and you're kinda going to regret everything you're saying in the morning."

Zen laughed as if Seven's words were the funniest thing on Earth, "Hah, tomo-tomorrow."

"What's so funny about tomorrow?" Seven asked

Zen grinned wide, "You're not gonna be 'ere tomorrow. You're… stu-pid! Tupid!"

Seven raised his brows, "How did I become stupid?"

"You! Have the bestest bestest beste-."

"Yeah, yeah, bestest bestest bestest,"

"Best friend! In the whole entire world! MC is peeeeeerfect!" Zen replied, "Do you know that I sometimes get jealous because MC always talk about you?"

"And why would she do that?" Seven asked

"Dunno," Zen replied then yawned, "But listen. Listen, Saeyoung."

Seven nodded, "I'm listening."

Zen chuckled, "No, you're Saeyoung, you joker."

"But listen," he repeated then yawned, "tomorrow, you gotta take care of MC for me."

"Haven't I just told you that you would be the one to take care of MC?"

Zen pondered on this for a moment, "Oh yeah."

Seven smiled weakly, "Go to sleep, Hyun, you've had enough beer tonight."

Zen nodded, "Don't drink and drive, 'kay, Saeyoung?"

"I'm not drunk but okay," Seven replied

Seven waited until the other fell asleep which wasn't long. He stood up to pick up the beer and PhD Pepper cans strewn around and throw it in the trash. He left the house and went back over to his own home.

•••

MC sat on a bench, staring blankly at the white wall. This felt like it happened before, a feeling that she never actually wanted to feel ever again. It felt dreadful and suffocating and she was sure that the figure that sat beside her felt the exact same thing. She rested her head on his right shoulder, her left hand tangled with his right hand as if it was some sort of comfort for the other. They needed it badly, having lost something so precious in their lives. Both their faces were painted with the aftermath of the pain and the tears.

Damn it, Zen, before, you felt the same way as I did. Now…

"I'm sorry for your loss," the man next to her whispered hoarsely and hesitantly as the words finally struck both of them

"I'm sorry for your loss," she shot back at him in the same manner

"I can't believe I'll hear those words directed at me," he told her, eyes glued to the dull wall, "I always thought it would be me who was the loss."

"Same," she whispered, "I mean, I'm sick, I'm ready to die any time but, but those words-."

"If I knew this would happen, I never would've left his house," Seven spoke

"If you knew this would happen," she repeated, "But you didn't. You had no way of knowing. Please don't blame yourself over this."

He squeezed her hand then closed his eyes, "What are you gonna do now?"

MC shrugged, "I don't know. I… guess this is it?"

He frowned, "What do you mean?"

"I mean I'm probably moving back to Vietnam," she explained, "I'm… this place is going to have a lot of memories."

"Oh," Seven replied with a heavy sigh

MC frowned then looked up at him, "I know that reaction. I've seen that a thousand times before."

Seven looked away from her.

"Saeyoung please be here," she said weakly, "I don't know how I'm going to push through with this."

Seven nodded, nuzzling his cheek to her hair and pulling her close, "When did I say that I'm going to leave now?"

MC took a deep breath then wrapped her arms around her friend's torso, "I don't want to believe that this is happening."

Seven pulled her closer, "I don't want to either."

"Uh, Seven? MC?"

Seven looked over at the source of the sound and saw their blond friend standing there, a few feet away from them.

"Zen's… at the morgue now," he spoke weakly

Seven nodded, eyes getting teary again, "Thanks for all the help, Yoosung."

The blond nodded then sat next to him, "How are you holding up, MC?"

"Not," she muttered

"I took a school leave so I'd take care of you," Yoosung spoke, "And I can't really function after all this."

"I really appreciate that," MC stated, "How are the others?"

Seven ruffled her hair, "You're not going to worry about the others at a time like this, okay?"

"Seven's right," Yoosung agreed, "We've all decided to, you know, have a little downtime until, I guess until we settle things. RFA's never going to be the same after this."

"But," Yoosung added, "We'll still be happy though, right? Maybe not right now, maybe not in a few weeks or months but someday, we're all gonna be happy with Jumin, Jaehee, and you two."

The two avoided Yoosung's gaze.

Yoosung furrowed his brows before frowning, his little hope of having a new beginning with the RFA flickering.

"You two aren't going to stay, are you?" He asked

"I told you before, it's for work," Seven reasoned then sighed heavily, "I need some air."

MC took this as a sign to let go and let the other one stand and walk away, leaving her and the blond.

•••

Agents weren't supposed to have feeling or connections. Family was forgotten easily, people they occasionally spent time with were mere faces among the crowd, friends were simple people who just happened to bump into them for a split second, and lovers… lovers were just the people who have met eyes with them. Nothing more, nothing less.

But there was this one peculiar agent who always thought of his twin, would always be on the phone talking to an organization leader, a part of a charity group, had a tight knit of friends, and someone to love. He was the world's best hacker but the worst agent.

Seven stood in front of the casket being displayed behind the hollow stone where it would be put in just a few minutes. The rain poured heavily outside and everyone were glad that Jumin had ordered people around to rush a grand mauseleum. "For the RFA" he claimed.

"Hyun was never my best friend. He actually despised me for reasons I still do not know. But regardless, I offered him a great future and opportunity to study abroad. I was ready to take him under my wing but he refused.

"He is RFA's greatest narcissist, he never knows when to shut up about acting, singing, dancing, or his face and I am forever going to feel a bit sad for all the offers he refused," Jumin spoke as the RFA and Zen's fans listened to him

"But I'm glad he refused. If he accepted my offer of him working abroad then he may not have pursued his talent and love for acting and he would never make so many people happy with his craft. I'm glad that he made the correct decision. Until his last moments, he took them wirh pride and dignity and he was never less than the man I expected him to be. Farewell, my friend, you will be greatly missed."

"Zen was the best hyung I could ever have. Jumin was always so busy and it didn't feel right to call him hyung and Seven's not the most reliable one around but Zen, even if he didn't have time to breathe, he would always spare me a few hours in his week if I had problems.

"Sure, some of his advice were pretty much useless and most of the time he would just tell me to go workout and be like him but-." Yoosung sighed, "But he never actually failed to be there for me whenever I needed him, especially after Rika died. He would help me to his best interests with nothing in return, that's how much of a great person Zen is.

"And I can't believe I lost such a great person in my life. I can only imagine the pain MC is feeling right now. I believe that we're all here today because he showed us that he cared even in little ways. I hope he had a longer time to do that but I guess he's needed somewhere else. Goodbye, hyung. Don't worry, I promise I'd take care of what you left behind."

Jaehee stepped up forward and wiped her nose again on her handkerchief.

"I cannot believe that this day would come so suddenly. I know the feeling of watching Zen's plays like the majority of you here. It was absolutely amazing whenever there would be a new play and it was a fight to death to get tickets before they were sold out but like with these few people in front, I always saw Zen in a different light. He was not just a musical actor in my eyes. He was this wonderful boyfriend to MC, the kindest friend to everyone of us, a charitable person who never wanted anything in return.

"It pains to see him not here with the rest of the RFA. He would probably standing somewhere next to MC, glorifying her. He was perfect but everything had to have an end. Hyun, you are an inspiration to us all. I hope you didn't leave so soon because we'll all truly miss you. Goodbye and until then."

The RFA's glances turned to Seven who just stood there silently patting MC's back. He turned to them then received the message. He replaced Jaehee in front and stared at all the people. There were so many people loving Zen. He had expected the RFA to be in full attendance and that was it. He didn't even expect Zen's family to be there because he had lost contact to them years ago and they didn't even arrive.

"Zen's, Zen's last words were 'Don't drink and drive'. I thought I'd let you all know that. I honestly don't know what I'm even doing here but I guess I still have a promise to fulfill to him. I was constantly amused by Zen's narcissism. Whenever he would talk about himself in the groupchat," Seven spoke then chuckled, "Honestly why are we even crying? Why are all of us crying? Knowing Zen, he'd hate seeing MC cry or Jaehee or each one of his fans. He must be panicking right now.

"So I'm here to say who Zen was to me, right? Well he was a friend and having friends for me is a really big thing because I can't. Whenever we would host charity parties, he'd do alll he could to rehearse and help out with the preparations. It was amazing. And what about his monster healing? He was amazing.

"But even more, he was part of my small family. These people with me right now are my family. I'm not even supposed to have one but without me knowing, I had one who cared. And Zen was the older brother who knew what to say at the right moment. I've never had an older brother so having him was a blessing. I hope everything made perfect sense to him during the last time we were together. I hope he understands that I'm going to do what he said. And I hope he understands that I'm never going to be the perfect person he trusted but that I'd do everything to keep that promise."

MC was ushered by Seven to stand in front of everybody, her black glasses covering her blotchy eyes but her tears and hiccups gave her sorrow away.

"I wish I never pushed you away when you first called me 'babe' even if I was so annoyed at you. I wish I never wasted all those days avoiding you and rejecting you. I wish I had days back so I could be with you again." A fresh batch of tears cascaded down her face, "I wish I never got jealous of all those girls at your work. I wish I'd done something different for you. If I'd have known-,"

She placed her handkerchief over her mouth as she faced downwards. She shook her head then sat back where she was before, burying her face in Seven's shirt. He patted her back solemnly and gave Jumin the go signal. Zen's casket was slowly being placed inside the horizontal tomb like structure and everyone inside desperately tried to get one last glance before his remains were to be officially closed off.

"I can't look," MC whispered

Seven nodded, "I can't either."

MC sobbed loudly, "I c-can't do this!"

Seven placed his forehead on MC's hair as his own tears fell down from his face, "Don't worry, we're here for you."

•••

Exhausted. That was one of the only words that could describe how MC felt. Exhausted and empty. It had been barely a month since the funeral and she was already inside the airport, patiently waiting for her plane to arrive. Beside her sat someone who was waiting for his plane too. They looked up at the monitors, watching the seconds tick away.

"The plane for the next flight to China is boarding," an announcemrnt sounded from the speakers

The person sitting next to her stood up and turned to her.

"So I guess this is goodbye," he spoke

She looked up at him and smiled warmly, "For now."

"Yeah, for now," he repeated, "I'll try to get my job done as quickly as possible."

"And I'll get the quickest and most effective way to recovery," she spoke

He nodded, "I guess it's a plan."

She stood up and wrapped her arms around his torso, pulling him close.

"I'm gonna miss you, Saeyoung," she whispered

"Good miss you too, MC," he whispered back, "But don't miss me too much, okay? We're gonna see each other soon, right? So you better not be sick or anything on the next reunion."

"Deal," she spoke, "then goodbye, Saeyoung."

She broke away from the hug and waved goodbye at him. He waved goodbye before walking away, not looking back for another moment. He was afraid that, if he did look back, he would not want to leave. He loved staying there with her in comfortable silence, just her and her company.

MC smiled weakly as she watched her long time friend blend in to the plethora of people. She dropped her hand to her side then looked down at the ground.

Another promise.

Can we really fulfill it this time?

Seven looked up at the skies then sighed, missing both his twin and his best friend. They made another promise on top of their thousand other promises. Did he really deserve to say that? Was he leading her on that they would somehow get together again?

I don't even know if I can go back here.

•••

"Ah, you're not fooling me this time, Seven."

Seven chuckled, "What are you talking about, Yoosung? I'm here in China! Doing my job, you know?"

"Liar. Last I heard, your plane arrived early this morning."

Seven smiled, "Alright, you got me. Gee you're not quite the little kid that I left there."

"Oh please, Seven. It's been five years since we last saw you, I most definitely am not the same person."

"And besides, you already missed my high school graduation. Please don't tell me that you're missing my doctoral graduation too."

"I was at the old house," Seven replied, "And I'm driving one of my babies. Can you spot which one I'm using?"

"Oh, someone just arrived. Is that you in the black car?"

"Black? Guess again," Seven spoke, "And I don't own black cars anymore."

"No way you're in the blue car."

Seven grinned, "Yes way."

He turned the loudspeaker off then dropped the call. He placed his phone in his pocket and was greeted by the graduate at the door of his apartment.

"Seven!" Yoosung smiled wide at him

"Yoosung!" Seven grinned as widely

They talked endlessly as if they didn't Skope call every now and then during Seven's absence.

"So how's the RFA holding up?" Seven asked

"Losing two members so suddenly was hard," Yoosung answered, "But it's holding up well. We held a Christmas donation drive once."

"I wish I could've been there!" Seven exclaimed

"So how was China?" Yoosung asked

"You know, so and so," Seven replied then they entered the apartment

"Oh I forgot to tell you, there was someone who helped up with the Chri-."

"Yoosung, did he arrive yet?"

Seven's brows shot up at the familiar voice. He looked over the blond's shoulder then saw a familiar looking face standing there at the hallway.

"MC?" He asked then walked over to her, holding her cheeks, "You're real!"

MC chuckled, "Of course I'm real."

He smiled a toothy smile at her, "I haven't heard from you for so long!"

"No, quite the opposite actually. We haven't heard from you," Yoosung explained, "MC came back about two years ago. She was actually the one who helped with the Christmas drive."

He stared at her in awe, "You're really here," he spoke weakly, "I miss you."

MC smirked, "You miss me, Saeyoung? Really now?"

He nodded, "Really."

She nodded too, "Then, I guess it's time to celebrate Yoosung's celebration. Jumin picked up this party place that's just too huge to not have you there."

"Can we talk? In private?" He asked, voice devoid of any mischief

"Wow you're kicking me out of my own living room," Yoosung said as he went to another room

Seven cleared his throat, "How are you?"

She smiled sheepishly, "Fine, I guess. I'm still… missing him."

"Can't be helped. Sometimes, I was waiting for my phone to blow up with texts for him. You know, something along the lines of 'I'm so handsome. Why did God make me so perfect?'." He responded

MC chuckled lightly in response, "That's true. I sometimes dream of him too. But, you know, in my dreams, he's happy and I think that we should all be happy too. It's been half a decade, we have to move on sometime."

"I feel the same way," he replied, "And, MC?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we start over? Not that I hated what we had in the past but, there were just so many unfulfilled promises," Seven explained

MC nodded, "Fine by me."

Seven stuck his hand out, "The name's Saeyoung Choi, but I go by Luciel, or Seven Oh Seven, or Defender of Justice most of the time these days."

MC shook his hand, "Nice to meet you, Saeyoung. I'm MC."

"Nice meeting you, MC," he spoke, "So first order of this friendship, no telling anybody else who I was, you know, church, family, identity, stuff like that."

MC nodded in agreement, "What identity, Seven? I just met you today."

"Very good," Seven spoke then let go of her hand, "Second order, I'm going to do everything to fulfill Zen's last promise."

"And that is?"

"Take care of MC," he spoke seriously then pulled her in for a tight hug, "for Zen."

MC was silent.

"No matter what it takes, I'll take care of you so I could finish that last promise and I love you."

"You what who?" MC's eyes widened

Seven pulled her away from the hug, the blush on his face obvious, "The what what? I didn't say anything. I take that back!"

MC grinned but a light tint of pink dusted her cheeks, "You said it, Seven. Say it again."

"I-I-I didn't! I said that I'm going to take care of you because Zen made me do it," he answered

She crossed her arms.

"Fine! Fine gosh if it'll stop your whining." He rolled his eyes, "I love you, MC, okay? I have been loving you. Since we were kids. But you left and-. Don't make that face!"

Seven looked away, his face reddening even more, "I'm totally not, not, you know? In love you with or any-, in love with you or anything. Definitely-." He breathed out a breath of relief, "That turned out to be easier than I thought."

MC smiled at him, "I can't say that I love you too right now, right at this very moment, but I'd surely love to hear myself say that in the near future so let's make it work."

He turned back to her, reading her happy expression, "You sure? No backing out now."

"No backing out now." She giggled, "My first order is that I promise that someday, someday I'm going to love you the same as you love me. And we'll be together forever."

"Sounds cheesy enough," he stated, "It's a deal! Just, just keep it low with the other RFA members about the past me, okay? I mean that. We have a lot more stories to go through."

MC raised a brow, "A lot more what?"

"Haha, yeah. Yoosung! Let's go! I know you've been listening. You're gonna be late to your own graduation."

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"And why don't I get the lead?"

The director sighed exasperatedly.

"Zen, the lead role is for a female character and besides, MC is the perfect woman for the role of Rosalind."