There was nothing better than this. Just my boys and me and some quality cinema. Something about being sandwiched between my favorite pair of twins made me feel...complete. I loved them both in their own way and I wouldn't trade this for the world. They were my boys. I couldn't leave them.

And we had only gotten closer since Seven and I brought Saeran back to somewhere normal. Every Saturday night, the three of us had a tradition. It was movie night in the Choi household. This week, it was Seven's turn to pick the movie. After we brought Saeran back here after Mint Eye's demise, Seven and I agreed to give Saeran a sense of healthy structure. We started simple. And so, movie night was born.

"Saeyoung," Saeran came to, staring blankly at the screen while the credits scrolled, stealing one of my Milk Duds, "What kind of Dungeons and Dragons bullshit did you just force us to watch?"

"First of all," Seven pouted, "Rude. And Lord of the Rings is a classic. How could you not like it?"

"Because it was three hours of guys walking," he rolled his eyes, "I hardly stayed awake."

"You did doze off, Saeran," I confirmed.

Halfway through the movie, I felt Saeran get comfortable, even giving a yawn or two. He shut his eyes for a minute. Before we knew it, he was sleeping like a baby on my shoulder. Of course, his brother and I being the huge dorks we are, couldn't let this go undocumented. I've been dating Saeran for a few months and even I rarely saw any affection from him. Then again, I understood. After everything he went through at Mint Eye (and it's only the things I've heard about. God only knows what he wasn't telling me.), these things would take time. Cults will screw with someone's head. And unfortunately, Saeran would be no different.

"Seven," I whispered, "Seven, look."

"What?" he looked over at me with his brother clocked out on my arm. Seven let out a soft gasp, "He's sleeping..."

"Get the camera," I stayed perfectly still, "Get. The camera. now."

"On it!" Seven leapt off the couch, making Saeran stir a little bit, but not enough to wake him. Instead, he pulled himself a little closer to me. I pushed my luck a little bit and snaked my arm around him. Saeran looked so peaceful. I knew this wouldn't last long, but it'd be nice while it lasted.

"Mmm..." Saeran moaned into my sweater sleeve, "You feel nice, MC."

I loved this boy so much. I wanted nothing to ever happen to him as severe as Mint Eye ever again. Softly, I kissed the top of his head and Seven's camera flash went off. Saeran jerked himself awake again and I glared at his other half. I'd kill him for spoiling the moment later.

"There's documented proof?" Saeran snarled, "Why?"

"Because you were cute," I settled him, "You do have your moments, Saeran."

"I'm not cute," he pouted.

I never got to see Saeran in his "it's not a phase" phase, but I have a feeling it was a lot like this, "Alright. I guess you're not cute."

"Hey!" he squeaked, "What do you mean, I'm not cute?"

"He's adorable when he gets all flustered," Seven chimed in.

"He really is," I held him against my chest.

"Screw this," Saeran got out of my embrace, "I'm going to bed."

"I'll be in soon."

"Me, too," Seven added, not knowing when to keep his mouth shut.

"Like hell you are!" Saeran slammed our bedroom door behind him.

"Seven," I cradled my face in my hand, "I love you to pieces, but for the love of God, learn to read the room."

"What?" Seven shrugged, "What if I wanted to come in and cuddle with you guys?"

"When has that ever flown?" I asked.

"Never."

"Exactly," I grabbed the dirty dishes off the coffee table and brought them into the kitchen.

"You don't have to do that, MC," Seven tried taking them from me, "Ms. Vanderwood's coming in the morning."

"I make Vanderwood's job easier," I giggled, "I take care of Saeran, I keep an eye on you. We swap stories. We have cocktails once a week because we need them after dealing with you two."

"Are you Vanderwood's Friday night?" he freaked.

"Yeah," I nodded, "Cosmos and whiskey make a hell of a combination. We sit around, gossip about you two. It's like book club."

"Can I be honest with you for a second, MC?" Seven jumped up on the kitchen counter.

"I hope you're honest with me longer than that," I kept my fingers crossed, "But sure. What's up?"

"You're good for him, you know," he admitted, "You do know that, right?"

"What do you mean?" I wondered, "Vanderwood? Yeah. I keep the ulcers from forming."

"Not Vanderwood," he clarified, "Saeran. I know we pick on him and baby him a little more than what we probably should, but you've been so good for him. If there's anyone I trust in this world to make him better aside from myself, it's definitely you."

"Thanks, Seven," I awed, "You really think so?"

"I know so," Seven hugged me tight, "Have you rehabilitated someone fresh out of a cult before?"

"No." There he was. There's the Seven I knew and loved. It was unlike him to be so serious, "Hard to believe he's my first one."

"But for serious," he smiled, "You're good for him. You're like watermelon."

"Watermelon?" Whatever analogy Seven was trying to make here was lost on me.

"You're not only good for him," he elaborated, "But you're also delicious and if I eat too much of you in one sitting, you make my stomach hurt."

"That was sweet, Seven," I rolled my eyes, "Right until that last part. Three stars. A for effort."

"I try," Seven bowed, "And I'll be here all week."

"You live here, dum-dum." As did I, regrettably, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll take care of these in the morning before Vanderwood gets here. I'm going to crawl in bed and cuddle your brother."

"Lucky!" he whined, "I want to cuddle Saeran, too!"

"We tried that once, remember?" I recalled, "In the middle of the night, Saeran punched you in the face twice. You woke up with a black eye and blood all over the sheets. It looked like a damn crime scene."

"Yeah…" Seven fumed a little, but his anger never lasted long.

"Good night," I kissed his cheek and sent him off to bed.

I peeked in on my boyfriend nearly asleep in our bed. Despite that we slept together nightly, Saeran was still a bit skittish when I got in bed after he did. He wasn't a big fan of being touched at times. However, if it was me, he'd be relatively ok. When we finally got him out of Mint Eye, even though Seven told me not to go, I was the one that got him out. I was a familiar face that he didn't want to punch. They can't really tell me no when I hide in the trunk of his car. Was it a little crazy? Yes. But I wanted to know who was behind everything just as much as they did.

I got into bed and tried to curl up to him. Saeran jumped out of his skin, but once he realized it was me, he settled down again. I wish he wasn't always so on edge. He didn't have to be and he knew it. Seven's security system was hackable for two people in this world. And they lived in this house. Everything would be ok and I wasn't going to let Seven in the bed with us anymore. He could say he had a nightmare all he wanted to. There was no nightmare.

Although, I knew there was one brewing. They didn't happen often, but Saeran's nightmares always ended with him getting violent in his sleep. I didn't know the exact details of what happened at Mint Eye, but I knew that wasn't exactly a topic of conversation for the dinner table. That was one of those things that if Saeran didn't bring it up, we didn't talk about it. His nightmares would always turn violent, but tonight was different.

Instead of getting punchy, Saeran started shaking horribly. Enough to wake me up. Not only did he shake, but he let out a soft whimper. Immediately, my maternal instincts went into overdrive. I pulled Saeran into my lap and he clung to me for dear life. My god, Saeran. What happened to you? The overwhelming need to love him and protect him consumed me. Even more when he started to talk in his sleep.

"She's here…" a tear rolled down his face, "She's in my head…"

"Who's here, Saeran?" I worried, holding him tight.

"Rika…" Saeran wept, "She's in my head. It hurts…Oh, God, MC…It hurts so bad…"

"It's ok, Saeran," I rocked him a bit, "It's alright. She's not here. It's just you and me. I promise you'll be ok. I'm not going to let Rika get to you. And neither is Saeyoung. Our security system is the best in the world and no one's going to get you here. You're perfectly safe."

"What's Saeyoung going to do?" he snapped, "He's just going to leave me again. And what's stopping you from leaving, too?"

I gave him a soft, gentle kiss, waking him up. His eyes were bright pink and my heart was in pieces. Stay strong, MC. Stay strong for him. Be strong enough for the both of you, "You're what's stopping me from leaving. I love you, Saeran. I'm not going anywhere. And Saeyoung isn't either. I promise."

"MC," Saeran cuddled into me, hiding his tearstained face in my ribs, "What did I ever do to deserve you?"

"You were simply born, baby," I smiled, "That's all you had to do."

"You shouldn't have to see me like this."

"But I do anyway," I ran my fingers through the soft white fluff on his head. Some of his natural color was starting to poke through, "And even though I see it, I'm still here. It's going to take a lot more than you crying to get me to leave, sweetheart. If you breaking into Rika's apartment when I still lived there didn't scare me off or you hacking my phone in the first place didn't scare me off, I don't think there's anything you can do."

"That wasn't Rika's apartment anymore," Saeran's shaking went down considerably, "I've been to Rika's apartment. I knew what that felt like. When I broke in, it felt completely different. Not as cold as what it once was."

"I love you, too," I gave him one last kiss, "Are you ok?"

"I've been better," he shrugged, "But I'm not having a panic attack in my sleep anymore, so I have that going for me."

"You sure you're ok?" I winced, "People don't just bounce back that quick."

"I'm not ordinary people," Saeran nuzzled his face in my belly, latching himself around my waist.

"No, you're not," I pulled the blankets back over us, "You're so much more than ordinary, but you're not hiding anything from me, are you?"

"No," he said, "I promise."

"Good," I wrapped my arms around him, "Good night, Saeran."

"Good night," Saeran got comfortable again, his eyes slowly shutting, "Hey, MC…"

"Yeah?"

"You're not hiding something from me either, right?" he hoped.

I looked down at him, confused, "What do you mean?"

"You don't…" Saeran dropped his gaze, "You don't secretly think about leaving, do you? Or imagine what your life would be like with another man? Or anything like that?"

"Of course not," I pressed my lips against his forehead, "It's you and me. I promise. I love you, Saeran."

"I love you, too," he didn't even hesitate. With him taken care of, I could go back to sleep, "And MC…Just one more thing."

I loved him, but I was tired and wanted to go back to sleep, "What, Saeran?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, baby."

Saeran resituated us, making me little spoon. And he pulled me into the deepest, most sincere kiss we've ever had, "Will you be my new paradise?"

His question caught me off guard. The P word wasn't exactly one we used lightly around here. It usually sent Saeran into Mint Eye flashbacks and we didn't want that for him. He didn't deserve it. Wait a minute…Was that question a little more than face value? I looked up at him, "Saeran…Are you proposing?"

"Better than that," he clarified, "There's no doubt that I love you, but for whatever reason, you love me, too. When we're together…I don't know. Things seem better. Like they're perfect. I just don't want that to ever go away."

I laid my head on Saeran's chest, listening to his heartbeat getting quicker and quicker, "I'll always be your paradise."

"Thank you," he kissed the top of my head, "Go to sleep, ok? I'm sorry if I woke you."

"Don't worry about it," I brushed him off, "Good night."

"Good night."

I felt my boyfriend's arms go around me, like he was afraid of losing me. I've told you this a million times, baby. I'm not going anywhere. Because this? This was my paradise. And I never wanted to leave. But then, I felt another warm body pressed against my back. Neither one of us were going to say no. We were both too tired to fight it.

"Good night, Seven…"

"Good night, MC."

A/N: Saeran deserved better. He deserved to be loved and taken care of and I know that poor baby has gone through some shit. He needs to be cuddled and kissed all over and loved and I want to punch Rika in the boob so hard. And I'm going to be honest with you here. I really want to snuggle and love all over him until he can't see straight. Not to mention, I think this is much better than him killing his brother and MC. It's SO much better. And Seven didn't walk out with a black eye! Yay!

Now, as for next week…Since we're coming down to the wire here and NaNoWriMo season is approaching quickly (like…In the next couple weeks), I can't exactly ask you who you're wanting to see next week. There are only two people we can do. So, next week, we're going to get V's routes and then, we'll get a Seven route. Ideally, what I'd like to do is extras in December for this. Random little ideas that have popped into my head like I did for Jumin's birthday. Like Yoosung's adventure in Guatemala with Lupe. If you have anything you'd like to see, feel free to throw it in the reviews. Also, I'm kind of stumped on how to do V's route, so if you could help a sister out there, too, that'd be great. I have Seven's route already in my head and you're going to hate me. Or love me. I don't know. Either way, see you next chapter! xx