Chapter 12: Evidence
Tiny, sniffling noises float into the hallway. Like a wounded chipmunk. A sound that sends Saeyoung into a frenzy. He rushes into the bedroom.
MC sits at the end of their bed in her pink dress, facing away from the door.
"MC! You're crying?"
MC wipes her face before turning a smile back at Saeyoung. "Sorry, just an emotional night," she says. Her smile is tremulous, and her cheeks wet. "I'll be out in a minute. I don't wanna ruin the party."
"Just rest here, babe," says Saeyoung, walking back out into the main area. He scans the crowd, noting the glaring absence of his brother and Yoosung.
"Trouble?" asks Jumin, appearing at Saeyoung's elbow, an empty wine glass in hand.
"Party's over," says Saeyoung. "Sorry to end it so short, but MC…isn't feeling well."
"Is her sudden illness at all connected with Saeran and Yoosung storming out of here?" asks Jumin.
Saeyoung adjusts his glasses on his nose, thinking. MC is crying; his insensitive brother runs away. No way it's not connected.
During the photo, Saeran had looked gloomy, but Saeyoung was accustomed to seeing his brother mope through social situations. Where had it gone wrong?
"Jumin, make everyone leave," says Saeyoung, his voice quiet. Jumin remains standing still, poised with glass in hand. "I'm serious. Oh, and don't forget the second part of our plan."
"Tomorrow," says Jumin, nodding before he walks away. Saeyoung hears him speaking in the other room, his voice always formal and commanding. The words mix into a strange jumble in his mind. What is wrong with MC?
People begin to file out of the house, immediately. Saeyoung watches from the hallway, waving off the kind 'congratulations' being offered, and nodding to the 'get well soon' sentiments.
"May I offer you a ride home?" asks Jumin of Zen, the last two to leave.
Zen nods, eyes never leaving Jumin's as he holds the door open.
"Goodnight, Saeyoung," says Jumin, stalling at the door. "Congratulations on your engagement…and thank you." The last part is almost a whisper.
Saeyoung arms the bunker's security systems before returning to the doorway of his shared bedroom. The pitiful crying noises persist. He wants to walk inside but feels frozen in place.
MC regrets it. She doesn't really want to marry him. He put her on the spot, and she agreed, and less than thirty minutes later she's beside herself with grief.
She's going to leave. She doesn't want to be with him.
It's best for her, to be away from someone with a past like his. If he loves her enough, he would let her go. Saeyoung takes a deep breath and walks into the bedroom.
"MC?"
A loud hiccup.
"Hey, don't cry," says Saeyoung, walking slowly to the opposite side of the bed. He carefully sits down on the bed, beside her, keeping a respectable distance.
"Saeyoung," sobs MC, falling into him. Awkward limbs wrap around Saeyoung's neck, and she buries her face into his shoulder. MC sniffs loudly.
"Whatever's wrong, it's alright, you can tell me, and we can work it out," says Saeyoung, bringing a hand up to gently rub MC's back, hands pushing into her long hair.
"Saeran…" she starts, before breaking into a squeaking sob.
Saeyoung's blood froze "What happened with Saeran? You can tell me."
"He kissed me," says MC, bringing her hands up to cover her face. Saeyoung can feel her body quivering, though she cries silently.
"He was that bad, huh?" asks Saeyoung.
"I'm not joking around," said MC, sniveling again. "He said that he likes me, and can't stand to see me and you together. And then he took off—supposedly he's sleeping at Yoosung's."
Saeyoung continued to rub circles with his palm against MC's back, but he no longer felt like he was even in their bedroom. There was nothing he wouldn't do for MC and Saeran, but he hadn't seen this possibility.
"You don't need to cry about this, don't worry, just get some rest, and I can make all of this alright in the morning…"
"What am I supposed to do? I love you, Saeyoung, but I know how much you love your brother. I can't come between you two, I can't, and..."
"Hush," says Saeyoung, lips buried into MC's hair, "give him some space, and we can deal with this in the morning."
Sun brightens up the windows. Saeyoung found maybe a half hour's rest the entire night. A singular need posses him, refusing to relent.
Saeyoung rolls over into where MC lies on her side with her back facing him. She's a vision in a thin night camisole and a pair of pink panties. He presses a soft kiss to the back of her shoulder.
She stirs slightly, and Saeyoung repeats the gesture, kissing in the same spot. A warm hand travels up the curve of her thigh and continues up the side of her body, following every dip and swell.
"Morning," whispers Saeyoung against MC's skin. He can feel her sleepy chuckle under his lips. "How are you feeling?"
"Drained," says MC, sighing. "We're going to have to deal with this situation today, and I just…"
"Shhhh," Saeyoung resumes kissing along MC's shoulder. He hooks a finger under the strap of her nightie and pulls it down her shoulder, out of the way. "We can deal with that later. Right now, I wanna do something different."
"Oh yeah?" asks MC, breath hitching as Saeyoung's hand slides into the small of her back.
"There's something I want to do to you," says Saeyoung, tongue flicking out to taste MC's skin. "May I?"
"Depends on what exactly you're asking for," says MC. She tries to look over her shoulder, but Saeyoung pushes his weight into her back to keep her facing away. His teeth graze lightly over her skin before he sucks firmly, drawing out a gasp.
"Let me mark you…" he punctuates the sentence with the lightest nip of his teeth.
"I have to fill in at work today," says MC, giggling. "I can't go in covered in hickeys, Jaehee will frown at me, and…"
"Please," says Saeyoung, moving his mouth further into the crook of MC's neck and repeating the gesture. She makes the same gasping noise, pushing her hips back into the curve of his body.
Saeyoung grips her hips, and rubs his already straining cock against her clothed ass. He rocks forward until the force is bruising, and MC lets out a soft moan. The noise prompts him to clamp down his teeth on the sensitive flesh of her neck.
"Saeyoung!"
An audible pop sounds through their bedroom when Saeyoung pulls his lips off of MC's flesh. Soft, pink marks bloom on her body, with a promise that they will blossom into something much darker. Temporary. Proof that she was his—at least, for a little while.
"Let me leave evidence on you, MC," says Saeyoung, hands hooking beneath the hem of MC's cami and pulling it up. It takes some maneuvering, and help from MC, but soon the garment sails through the air, out of the way. "I want you to remember that you were mine."
"I'll always be yours, Saeyoung," says MC, arms coming up to cover her naked chest. "We're going to get married. Or did you already forget?"
Saeyoung hums, ignoring the statement. He won't keep her to the agreement. MC had accepted his proposal before she knew about the extending circumstances. Namely, Saeran's affections. She had cried herself to sleep. That had to mean that there was something there. Saeyoung couldn't deny MC, or Saeran, anything they wanted.
But he could still have MC, all to himself, one last time.
MC turns her head, and Saeyoung presses gentle kisses along the side of her face. He ignores the taste of salt. Doesn't want to think about dried tears. He gently pushes on her shoulder until she adjusts her body to lie flat on her back beside him, down to only her soft pink panties.
Saeyoung looks up and down her body. The view is blurry without his glasses, but he uses his hands and memories to fill in the blanks. He can feel every dip and rise of her breathing, the softness of her stomach and sides, and the full swell of her breasts. He grabs a handful, squeezing until she squirms.
She's so warm in the morning. She's always warm. Saeyoung pushes up on his elbow and stares. She smiles up at him, staring up through a thick fringe of bangs and lowered lashes.
"You're energetic this morning," says MC.
Saeyoung grabs a handful of one breast and leans in, licking and sucking on the other. He squeezes, kneading into the soft flesh while leaving her nipple in a wet, pink peak. He kisses a dark mark into the creamy flesh.
MC hisses, unable to pull away with Saeyoung's weight on her hips. Her mouth hangs open as she watches. "You're going to leave marks all over me?"
"That's the plan," says Saeyoung, biting down over the mark, hard enough that MC yelps. "Sorry…"
"Don't stop," sighs MC. "You know I like it when it hurts…"
"But I want you to feel good," purrs Saeyoung, his hand leaving MC's breast and moving downward. Nimble fingertips lightly graze over the flushed skin of her stomach, before his hand slides down the front of her panties. Using two fingers, he rubs down over the seam of her lips.
MC's hips buck up to meet his fingers, but Saeyoung pauses. He waits until MC is still before resuming the soft, teasing strokes along her mound. He can already feel the wetness smearing across her lips. She groans when he finally dips two fingers inside of her, curling them slightly.
Soft, breathing and wet noises fill the bedroom. Music to Saeyoung's ears. He slides his two fingers in and out, pausing to smear her own wetness across her slit. When his fingers slide back inside, his thumb is able to rub her clit with smooth, circling motions.
Saeyoung leans in, smirking when MC automatically spreads her legs for him. She's pink and open, glistening folds tantalizing him. With two fingers buried inside, Saeyoung leans forward and swipes his tongue across her clit.
"Yesss…" MC's soft hiss is all the praise he needs. Saeyoung's fingers push in and out while his tongue focuses on small, focused movements. MC's hips gyrate to meet his fingers, throwing off his rhythm slightly. Saeyoung responds by turning his head and sinking his teeth into a milky thigh.
"Hey!"
"Keep your hips down," says Saeyoung, smirking up at MC's scowl before flicking his tongue out again. "You taste so good, babe."
MC melts back into the mattress. Her hips make small movements she is helpless to prevent. Her breathing picks up in time with the rolling of her hips. The clues Saeyoung recognizes as the approach of MC's climax.
"Arrrrgh why!" MC sits up and glares down at Saeyoung as he sits back on his heels, wiping his mouth, and sucking his fingers clean. The last part transforms MC's angry pout into something much more wanton.
"I'm not done, yet," says Saeyoung. "Turn over."
MC obeys the command, flipping onto her hands and knees just in time for Saeyoung to smack his hand across her asscheek. She howls at the sharp sting.
"Warn a girl!"
"Sorry," says Saeyoung, sounding exactly not sorry. He gently caresses the already pink outline of his open palm against her tender flesh. Saeyoung takes one cheek in each hand, spreads MC wide, and leans in to drag his tongue slowly up her slit. He doesn't stop until he feels the grooved texture of her hole.
MC releases her sluttiest moan when Saeyoung pulls away, still holding her spread, and walks closer on his knees until he's lined up with her wet opening. He rocks his hips forward, letting his cock part her lips, getting soaked with her wetness in the process. He pauses with each backward movement, adjusting, but not entering, until MC shoves her hips back in frustration.
"What do you want," asks Saeyoung. The rush of holding MC at his mercy is equal to his intense need to give into her demands.
"You," says MC through her panting breaths, "you inside of me, now."
Saeyoung buries himself to the hilt in one forceful push. He splits her open and holds himself deep inside. She surrounds him, smoldering heat and luscious folds. She's squeezing him, clenching down and moaning.
"You're so good…" whispers Saeyoung, draping himself over MC while grinding his hips in deeper. "So good to me."
"Need you," says MC, rocking her entire body back onto Saeyoung's cock. She only stops when his teeth sink into the back of her shoulder and clamp down. Then, he's moving.
Saeyoung fucks her like it's the last time. Like she might vanish if his bruising grip on her hips lessens. He holds her in place, staring at the bright red teeth marks on her shoulder, fucking her out, hard.
"You're mine," says Saeyoung, his voice tight and raw, "right now, you're all mine…"
MC moans her approval, even when Saeyoung's hips snap and their skin meets in loud, wet smacking noises. Even when her moans are broken with each punishing thrust. Saeyoung can hear her teeth clack together after a particularly violent assault.
Saeyoung pushes deeper, even when MC's hands flail at the bedsheets and she whimpers and pulls away. Saeyoung holds her steady and continues to piston deeper and harder. He needs her to feel this for days. Feel him. Remember.
The thought sends Saeyoung careening over the edge. Her grunts as he fills MC to overflowing, fucking through his climax. Marking her even on the inside.
"Touch yourself," says Saeyoung, his voice so raw and broken he barely recognizes it. His grip lessens on MC's hips, but he remains inside, slowly softening.
MC is quick to reach a hand down beneath her, lowering to her elbow to stabilize herself. Saeyoung cannot see her fingers, but he feels the rhythmic tightening of her inner walls around him, milking out the last drops of his come.
She's not far, grunting and whimpering. Saeyoung leans down to mouth at her back. She's sweaty, and warm, and tightening around him like a constrictor. The soft, huffing noises getting quicker and quicker.
"Are you going to come?" he asks, quietly. MC's immediate mmhmm is more of a whine than a proper answer. Saeyoung smirks as he brings his open palm down against the side of her ass, again.
MC comes with her usual reserve—which is to say none at all. She throws her head back, tossing her bangs out of her sweaty face, and groans. Her cunt squeezes so tightly Saeyoung's softened cock is ejected, along with a long, drooling string of spunk.
He sits back on his heels and takes in the sight. His fiancee, quivering and sweaty, his come leaking from her well-used hole. His bites and hand prints decorating her perfect body.
"So beautiful," whispers Saeyoung, chuckling as he goes to lean back over MC only to have her collapse onto her stomach beneath him. She's wrecked and Saeyoung loves it.
"What's gotten into you this morning?" asks MC, her voice obscured by her pillow.
"A little something to remember me by," says Saeyoung, thumbing lightly at the bruise on her shoulder. "Evidence that you were mine…"
Saeran stares at the ground. There are huge bags under his eyes, and his contacts stick with each blink.
Yoosung's sprawled out over the bed, snoring loudly, one hand hanging off the side of the tiny single bed. On the floor, his cell phone begins vibrating and blinking.
Saeran glances at the screen. He doesn't care enough to snoop, but it's just something to look at. Something to distract him. It's Sumi calling. Saeran sighs and grabs the phone. He pulls it over, and grabs Yoosung's dangling hand, using Yoosung's finger to unlock the phone by touch recognition.
Yoosung: your smile reminds me of my cousin, Rika
Yoosung: She's no longer with us, but she was so important to me.
Yoosung: If she was still around, I'd want you to meet her 8=D
Sumi3 : …okay
Yoosung: It's a shame you can't meet her.
Yoosung: I've been meaning to ask you, will you be my date to the RFA party next month?
Sumi3 : What kinda party is it?!
Yoosung: It's a fancy dress party! I'm one of the organizers
Yoosung: There's lots of famous people there and it's all for charity
Sumi3 : OMG! You sound so important! It sounds like so much fun!1!
Yoosung: RFA is Rika's Fundraising Association!
Yoosung: It's my cousin Rika's legacy
Sumi3 : You talk about Rika a lot…
Yoosung: I know, because she's so important to me
Yoosung: Having you at the party, would be like having you two together.
Sumi3 : Um, yeah, something came up. I can't make it.
Yoosung: I didn't tell you the date yet?
Sumi3 : Sorry.
Saeran facepalms as he reads the old text messages. It's a miracle this chick is still even texting Yoosung at all.
Sumi3 : Hello, Yoosung :3 It's been a couple days...
Saeran shrugs as he begins to type into the phone.
Yoosung: Sumi, I've been thinking so much about you.
Yoosung: I'm sorry I kept bringing up my cousin. I know that's odd.
Yoosung: I just did not know the best way to explain how I feel about you.
Yoosung: The comparison only meant that you are extremely special to me.
Yoosung: Your friendship and beauty fill a void in my life that hasn't been filled in a very long time.
Yoosung: Please, reconsider coming with me the party?
Yoosung: I would show you the best time.
Yoosung: —{—
Saeran snickers to himself at the dorky emoji. At least it wasn't the dick emoji again. Why was Yoosung even still using it?
Sumi's answer is a string of sparkling eyed emojis and a large YES. Saeran smirks.
A loud knock on the door causes Yoosung to bolt upright in bed.
"Five more minutes…" mumbles Yoosung, drool falling out of the side of his mouth and blond hair sticking up in strange, asymmetrical spikes.
"It's me."
The voice on the other side of the door is Luciel's.
"I need to talk to Saeran."
Yoosung wipes his eyes, shaking his head. "Wha, Seven, this is Yoosung's house, are you confused…" Yoosung's eyes fly open and he stares at Saeran sitting on the floor.
"Um, Saeran, Seven's here…"
"Yeah, I heard," says Saeran. He sighs as he hands Yoosung back his cell phone. "You're welcome. Don't muck it up, idiot. And stop using the dick emoji."
Yoosung splutters for a moment, trying to grab at his phone. "Uh, I figured it was better to just own it and continue to use it, make it my like, trademark…"
"That's asinine," says Saeran, running fingers through unruly red hair. He's still wearing his cream sweater with its argyle print from the night before. Saeran sighs and opens the door.
Luciel stands in the doorway, Saeran's exact height. He wears his usual hoodie over jeans, and his golden eyes are tinged with red.
"Come home," says Luciel.
Saeran chuckles, staring down at his feet. "Unbelievable. Let me guess, once again, MC didn't bother telling you what happened?"
"Oh, you mean about you kissing my fiancee, and confessing to her? Yeah, she mentioned it," says Luciel.
Saeran glances up and meets Luciel's stare. They both remain serious and intent as the silence stretches on.
"Just, come home," says Luciel.
"Uh, do you guys, um, need some like, privacy, or…" Yoosung stops and gives a nervous grin.
"Oh, everything's fine, cutie!" says Luciel, walking to lightly boop Yoosung on the tip of his nose with a single finger. "No problems, just peachy, but I'm taking my brother home, now. Thanks for giving him a place to clear his head."
Saeran watches Luciel's fake smile; his cheerful tone. The way he hugs Yoosung, and teases about LOLOL. As soon as they are down in the parking lot, things turn.
Luciel gets into the car and sits, stony and silent. His eyes are trained ahead. He doesn't even turn when Saeran sits down and buckles his seatbelt. Luciel presses the ignition without a word. The car cranks up and slides into drive.
Well, Saeran certainly won't be the one to break. He hunches down in his seat, staring out the window.
"Why didn't you tell me?" asks Luciel, hands at ten-and-two on the steering wheel.
"Tell you what?" asks Saeran with a sneer. "That I wanted your girlfriend?"
"Would have been better than having me propose to her in front of you, and all of our friends," says Luciel.
"Your friends," says Saeran, "and it wouldn't have mattered. I should have moved out when you guys told me to. I only stayed to be close to her."
The engine growls as Luciel stomps on the pedal, causing the car to jump ahead. "Close to her," he says, shaking his head. "I should have known…I mean, I thought…hoped..."
The words die on his tongue. There's nothing but wind and engine for several moments. Saeran resumes looking at anything but Luciel.
"I know nothing happened," says Luciel.
"Define nothing," says Saeran.
"I know you didn't fuck my fiance," says Luciel.
"I never said I did," says Saeran. "It was never more than kissing. But I did kiss her."
"I know."
"Not just last night, I kissed her before," says Saeran.
"I know," repeats Luciel. "I know, she told me, I trust her, I know." His knuckles are white on the wheel.
"You don't have to get all worked up about it," says Saeran. "I already said I'll leave."
"I don't want that," says Luciel, shoving his glasses up his nose while steering one-handed.
"I can't do it, I can't watch you with her anymore, there's no way my feelings will vanish if I'm living with her, and…"
"Who said you need to have your feelings vanish."
Saeran frowns and turns to judge Luciel's expression. He doesn't look like he's joking. Far from it.
"Did…did she say something? Are you two…not really engaged?"
"Oh, we are, but I won't hold her to it."
"Um, that's entirely what an engagement is, you're engaged to be married, so it's a promise, you hold someone to it."
"She didn't know, that you felt that way, now she does…"
"Is this her talking, or you?"
"Me," says Luciel. "She was upset, but she cares about you, a lot. It broke her heart to think she was somehow breaking yours. You're a good guy—you would be good to her. I'm unstable and working with hackers, and agents, and I'm just…I'll never be good enough for her. She'd be happier with you."
"Are you fucking kidding me? You're just going to abandon her?"
"Isn't that what you want?!" Luciel's voice is almost shrill.
Saeran stares down at his hands, fingers locked until his knuckles are pale. Is it what he wants?
"I'd do anything to make my brother happy, even if it means…" Luciel's voice breaks.
Luciel flattens his mouth into a straight line, eyes trained on the road. They're almost to the bunker. Saeran sits in silence, avoiding looking at the tears on Luciel's cheeks.
The second the engine quiets, Saeran's out of the car. He stalks into the bunker, relieved the security devices don't hassle him. Luciel walks in behind him, but Saeran heads straight for MC's room. The door is open. Always open.
Empty.
"She's at work, covering your shift," says Luciel, close behind.
Saeran pauses, staring at the messy bedroom. The laptop is open; a familiar video paused on the screen. A pile of used tissues litters the nightstand which Saeran suspects are sad tissues—not happy ones.
"I forgot all about work…"
"Just, go relax, whatever, I have work to do, too…"
Saeran stares into the bedroom as Luciel walks away. Ugh. His brother's upset face used to make him furious, but now he can't help but feel responsible. He feels…bad? Guilty?
Saeran takes a deep breath and walks down the hall, determined to talk more with Luciel. To apologize. To explain the situation. Accept responsibility.
But Saeran stops short when he gets closer. Luciel's shoulders shake. His head hangs low and he quietly cries over the keyboard. Probably bad for the electronics. Saeran walks back to his room instead. The sound of slow keystrokes follows him.
The hackers are back. Why are the hackers back? What are they even going after?! Nothing Saeyoung finds seems to be connected to any other attacks, as though several different people are being contracted by the same company to infiltrate the system while not actually doing anything.
Testing it. Systematically. For weaknesses? Well, they won't find any.
Saeyoung sniffs loudly, and wipes his nose on his hoodie sleeve, smudging his glasses in the process.
Well, maybe one weakness.
It's difficult to code while crying.
All the fires are out at the moment, and Vanderwood had said the night before that there was nothing new on the radar about his sperm-donor. Maybe Saeran had the right idea. Saeyoung needs a break.
He pulls up his phone and checks the time. MC will be home soon. Saeyoung dials up a familiar number.
"What?"
"Aww, hey, I miss you too…"
"You disappeared last night without even saying bye, now you're calling me, it's weird, what's going on with you?" asks Zen.
"You're off tonight, correct?" asks Saeyoung.
"I'm running over some script stuff, but I'm not at rehearsals or doing a shoot if that's what you mean…"
"Perfect! I love scripts, I'm super good at reading scripts, let me play the cowgirl's part, I'm coming over, should I wear one of my wigs?"
"Don't come over here, I just saw you last night, I was going to drink some beers and take it easy…"
"That's sounds good. I'm coming over. See you in twenty."
"What part of 'don't come over here' is confusing to you…"
Click.
Saeyoung locks down his station, and sprints out to the garage.
The door opens and shuts. Saeran immediately walks out into the main area, but no one's there. Luciel is missing, and it's still early for MC to be home from work. Saeran goes back into his room and waits.
It's after six when the door opens again.
"Sae-yooooung!"
Saeran cringes at the name but walks out into the hallway wearing a clean black shirt and gray jeans. MC's wearing her work apron over a navy blue dress, and her hair is down. She freezes as though Saeran has morphed into the Tyrannosaurus from Jurassic Park and this will somehow render her invisible.
"MC," says Saeran.
"Um, hey, Saeran, uh, where's Saeyoung?"
"I'm not his keeper," says Saeran.
"Obviously, but…"
"We need to talk."
MC nods, eyes canting to the floor. "Can I get out of my apron, at least?" Saeran nods. "I'll meet you in the kitchen."
Saeran walks and sits down at the kitchen table. His knee bounces, causing a sharp tapping sound when his knee hits the top of the table. He jumps when she reappears in the room. Barefeet allow her to move silently, and she has changed into an oversized green shirt over faded black leggings.
"Saeran, about last night…"
"I'm sorry that I said it all like that," says Saeran, staring at the table. "I'm glad I said it—I don't regret it. But there was a better time to do that. Not at your engagement party. So, I'm sorry."
"Well, I'm sorry, too, because I really like you—you have to know that—but, I never considered you more than a friend." MC pauses, pulling out a chair across from Saeran at the table, and their eyes meet.
"I wanted you to be happy, and safe," she continues, "and I wanted my boyfriend's twin brother to like me, as a future sister-in-law, and as a roommate. I feel awful that I led you on. I mean, Saeyoung and I are both pretty flirty, but most of the RFA is used to it by now, but maybe you…"
"I didn't want to feel this way about you," says Saeran. MC's cheeks flare pink and she looks away. "When I saw you, I liked your looks. That's it. I spotted you there, and you were so cute, and just, lost…it was just attraction, nothing more. And then I thought it would take an idiot to fall for someone as selfish and fake as Luciel. But you're not fake. You're…you're so loyal, and supportive, and helpful, to both of us."
"I'm still going to be there for you, as a friend-as family, I can't let anything come between you and Saeyoung..."
Saeran's hand slides across the table to take MC's. He lifts it up slowly, half-standing to lean over far enough to kiss the back of her hand.
"You take good care of me, and you're sweet, and you kissed me, and now…I just, I want more."
"I appreciate your honesty, and care about you, I do, but I'm with Saeyoung, and it's Saeyoung that I love…"
"But it's fine, Luciel said it was okay if you and I want to be together," says Saeran, smiling.
MC's hand recoils quickly and her eyes narrow. "W-what the hell? Saeyoung can't say that! What the actual fuck…"
Saeran's chest stings as he stares at the table. "Can you just, ignore my idiot brother for one minute? Can you honestly tell me that you feel nothing for me?"
"I'm not saying that, I'm saying that you and Saeyoung can't just get together and decide who I'm going to be with, you might not know any better, but, Saeyoung is a dumbass if he thinks…does that mean he wants to…is he trying to push me away, again?"
Saeran shrugs.
"Look," says MC, sighing. "I don't know where Saeyoung is right now, but I had a long shift, and I'm going to sleep. When he gets home tomorrow, we are all three having a serious conversation about this."
MC stands up and gives a long-suffering sigh. "Goodnight, Saeran…" she says, as she turns to leave.
"MC…" Saeran's voice is quiet, but it brings MC to an immediate halt. "If things were different, and you hadn't fallen for my brother, and I hadn't been completely fucked up in the head by my Sav...Rika, do you think I could have ever had a chance…"
Another sigh is the response, followed by several heartbeats of silence. "Any girl would be lucky to be with you, Saeran."
((Chatroom Transcript))
Yoosung*: I GOT A GIRLFRIEND
Yoosung's LOLOL emote.
Yoosung*: You guys are going to love her!
ZEN: Awesome! Can't wait to meet her!
Yoosung*: No. Not you. You can't meet her.
ZEN's … emote.
ZEN: Have MC or Saeran been online? I need to talk to them about the guy passed out on my couch.
Jumin Han: You have a man sleeping over at your house?
ZEN: Don't say it like that, jerk
Jumin Han: You're hosting an all male sleepover?
ZEN: Not better
Yoosung*: Seven picked Saeran up from my place earlier, so I'm pretty sure he's back at the bunker
Jaehee Kang: MC was at work today, filling in for Saeran.
ZEN: Well, Seven's snoring on my couch
Jumin Han: Saeyoung is your gentleman caller?
ZEN: Oh. My. God.
ZEN: dude stop talking
Yoosung*: Jaehee, I'm thinking of bringing her to the cafe tomorrow to meet you guys!
Yoosung*: Zen, maybe you could bring Seven!
Jaehee Kang: Saeran and MC are scheduled to work in the morning, assuming nothing comes up.
Yoosung*: Perfect! Zen, drop Seven off
ZEN: Sooner I get rid of this guy the better
Jumin Han: Sounds like a date.
ZEN's exasperated emote.
ZEN: Are you coming tomorrow then?
Jumin Han: No.
ZEN: I thought your day was free tomorrow after eleven
Jumin Han: I'm touched you remembered my schedule.
Jumin Han's smiling emote.
Jumin Han: My father called to set up an important lunch meeting.
Yoosung*: You'll meet her at the party if not sooner, dont' worry!
Jaehee Kang: Yes, it's approacing incredibly fast. Yoosung might not be the only one with a date.
Yoosung*: See you tomorrow, Jaehee!
Yoosung* logs out of the chatroom.
Jaehee Kang: We are all looking forward to it.
Jaehee Kang's smiling emote.
Jaehee Kang logs out of the chatroom.
ZEN: you're acting weird
Jumin Han: I thought you said it was fine for things to return to normal?
ZEN: Yeah, but lunch with your father? I thought you were avoiding him bc of the new gf
ZEN: isn't she trying to set you up?
Jumin Han: Is there a particular reason you expect me to be the only RFA member at the party without a plus one?
ZEN: errr no but you were saying last night…
Jumin Han: You indicated that was a bad idea. "Hell to the No" was your phrasing.
ZEN: well, yeah, but…
Jumin Han: Have fun with Saeyoung.
Jumin Han logs out of the chatroom.
A/N: LadyRaven83, zombi kitty, alexxfelldown, Snzapezx, Canope, xGuiltyxGigglesx03, kaitlynscooter, thanks for your reviews, thanks for reading, thanks for sticking around! Next Chapter: Our three talk it out (finally) and a sudden event leaves MC and Saeran alone :X
