A/N: Hi, guys. So…Here we are. If you weren't here for the Switch update yesterday, I know things are garbage right now. I'm happy to be here and to provide you with an escape from said steaming pile of garbage. If you're looking for someone to hang out with, I'm thinking about going live on Instagram sometime this week. My handle is lumiolivier. I'll be putting it on Twitter ( MsLOlivier) if/when I go live, so there's that. I have no idea what that stream would be like or anything like that, but we'll wing it. K? I love you. Be safe. Kisses! X

I didn't expect to wake up to the sound of a keyboard clacking in my ear. Or in my boyfriend's lap. Although, surprisingly, Seven's thighs are quite comfortable. They made a hell of a pillow. That's for sure. I still couldn't believe what he did last night. All I wanted to do was get some sleep. But oh, no! The asshole next door has to blast his music and simultaneously tear my heart out. Worth it. Totally worth it.

"Well…" Seven spoke gently, brushing my hair out of my face, "Good morning, sunshine. How did you sleep?"

"Pretty good," I rubbed my eyes, laying my head back in his lap, "How long have you been awake?"

"Since…" he looked down at his watch, "About noon yesterday."

"Seven," I scolded him as he went back to his laptop resting on the end table, "That's not good for you. You need sleep, too!"

"I'm not tired," Seven didn't even break eye contact with the screen, "I've answered four emails and a Skype call already. I'm not tired. But you were."

"Because I have a human sleep schedule."

"Show off," he stuck his tongue out at me, "You know, you're really cute when you're sleeping, MC."

"I'm sorry," I winced, "I didn't mean to fall asleep like that last night. When I came over, that wasn't my intention."

"Oh, hush," Seven put his laptop down and pulled me into his arms, "It's ok, MC. You can fall asleep on me any time you want. Even if it's in the middle of the day. Dude, if you ever wanted to turn a date into a nap, I would not turn that down. That sounds like love."

"Then, we may have to have a date this afternoon," I decided, "Please, Seven…Get some sleep. If you don't, not only will it make you bitchy, but…"

"Not me," he shook his head, "I get giggly as hell when I'm tired. You could tell me someone kicked the crap out of Saeran and he's in critical condition and I'd be rolling. I know. Horrible thing to do, but in my defense, I'd also be super, super tired. I don't get bitchy."

"That's not all it does," I shoved my finger in his chest, "Sleep is your body's reset button. Please…I don't ask much from you, but get some sleep."

"I will later," Seven kissed the top of my head, "Pinky promise. But for now, I want you to meet my friend. He was the one I had the Skype call with this morning. He sends his love."

"That's sweet of him," I pushed myself up, not really wanting to get up, "I'm going to go home real quick. I'll be back in a bit, ok?"

"Ok," he let me go, "Could we leave in an hour?"

"That's fine by me," I allowed, "Can I trust you to not get into any shenanigans while I'm gone?"

"No promises."

"That's what I like to hear," I gave him one last kiss and headed back to my apartment.

Where was my phone? I needed to make a call. But I also needed to make it in a room that wasn't directly attached to Seven's office. Bathroom? Bathroom would work. Besides, I needed to take a shower anyway. I grabbed my phone off the kitchen counter and turned my shower on. That was plenty of noise, right? I'd think so. Let's see…S…S…S…S!

"Good morning, MC…"

"Hi, Saeran," I smiled a little.

"How are you?" Saeran asked.

"I think I did it," I could hardly contain myself.

"And we're all so proud," he grumbled, a tad confused, "Remind me again. Why are we all so proud?"

"I started chipping away at Seven's pattern," I reported, "I stayed overnight in his office. I'm pretty sure we maintained contact all night. I even got a kiss good morning. And now, he's asking me to meet a friend of his today. I think I've really started chipping at that pattern."

"Oh, MC…" Saeran sighed out, "No, no, no. You didn't start chipping at the pattern. You put a bomb in front of it and blew it all to hell. That pattern doesn't exist anymore. You've already broken it. Once Saeyoung put himself out there for the world to see because of you, that was the moment when you could say you broke his pattern. I saw the pictures, by the way."

"And?" I could feel my heart swelling in my chest, "What'd you think? They're cute, right?"

"Nauseating is more like it," he chuckled a little, "But I'm proud of you. Both of you. Saeyoung may be a pain in my ass, but that doesn't mean he deserves to be miserable. And if he's got himself a girlfriend, that means him spending less time here, so I get the house to myself more often."

I got one brother down…There's still one more to go, but I'm pretty sure Saeran wouldn't be too difficult to take care of. If I can manage Seven, I sure as hell could manage Saeran, too, "Hey, Saeran…Seven said he was introducing me to a friend of his today…You wouldn't happen to know who that would be, would you?"

"No," Saeran shot me down, "Sorry, MC. I don't exactly keep a list of my brother's friends in my back pocket. And even then, it'd be narrowed down to the ones in the area. And even then, it'd be iffy. I wish there was more I could tell you."

"It's alright," I brushed him off, "No worries. I'm sure I'll be fine. It wouldn't be the first time I've met someone new that I wanted to impress. And it probably won't be the last."

"Good luck, MC."

"Thanks," I hung up my phone and finally got into the shower. So, I did it, did I? This is what Seven's pattern looks like broken. I did it. He's mine. If I could break Seven's pattern, who's to say I couldn't do the same thing with Saeran? In fact, I'm taking it as a personal challenge. But for now, I needed to get ready. If I'm meeting Seven's friend and he's a rather important one, I might as well look cute. But then again, my whole thing was that I could look cute, but I could also look effortlessly cute.

I took out a long, gray dress and Seven's hoody and I'm pretty sure that would work. It wouldn't be excessively hot outside today, but it still wasn't warm enough to be out in a tank top. At least I still had Seven's hoody. It's shot up to one of my favorite pieces of clothing very quickly. And it wasn't even mine! Nevertheless, I had a date with two gentlemen to get ready for. By the time I was ready, I looked pretty damn good, if I do say so myself.

I looked myself over in my bedroom mirror, really starting to feel myself. Damn, bitch. Who gave you the right? I did. I gave me the right. Did I earn it? No. I merely went in and took it for myself. Why? Because despite the fact that I may not have earned it, that didn't mean I didn't deserve it. I look like an absolute queen who could eat the hearts of any of the beauty bloggers I wanted! But I wouldn't do that. Because I was a sweetheart to the beauty bloggers. Granted, they were the Barbie dolls of the blogging community, but that didn't mean I wanted to tear them down. They worked hard to get where they were.

"Aren't you a cute, little thing?" Seven gave me a goddamn heart attack from my bedroom door, "Ready yet, MC?"

"Jesus Christ, Seven…" I waited for my heart to settle back into my chest, "When and how in the hell did you get here?"

"Just a few minutes ago," he reported, "And you left your door unlocked. You know, for a young lady who lives by herself, you really should be more careful. You never know what kind of weirdos would just walk in. Especially when you look so cute!"

"I'll take the compliment," I fell into Seven's arms, "But I'll take the spanking later."

"Wow…" Seven gasped, "I mean…I figured it'd be a little early in our relationship for that. I don't know too much about kinky stuff, but I guess I can pick up a book. But I'm not sure how I feel about the ones with pictures in them. I bet Anthony knows a thing or two, but he's into his brother. I can't say the same. Not that Saeran isn't adorable, but I kind of have to say that. We have the same face."

"Seven," I stopped him, "I didn't mean an actual spanking. That was more of a metaphorical thing. You don't need to pay Anthony a visit. And I have to agree with you. Saeran is a cutie."

"Hey!"

"I'm with you, aren't I?" I reminded him, "I'm ready whenever you are."

"Awesome," Seven snuck in a little kiss, "He's already waiting on us."

"Heaven forbid we keep him waiting any longer," I took Seven's hand and the two of us headed out.

I wasn't expecting us to go to that same café we went to our first brunch together. Oh, the memories. Those seem so long ago now. We've come so far since our first date…In the daylight anyway. Seven led me up the stairs and sat me in front of a blue hair man in dark glasses. Huh…Is this the guy or did Seven accidentally sign us up for speed dating? I didn't think he was down for a polygamic thing, but…

"Hello, Luciel," the man smiled, his voice soft and gentle like a summer breeze. I already like him.

"V!" Seven squeaked, "How long did you know we were here?"

"Ever since you sat down," he explained, "Haven't I taught you that it's impossible to sneak up on a blind man? Not to mention, you're kind of distinct."

"Aww, shucks," Seven melted, "You didn't have to say that."

"So, Luciel," he asked, "You sounded rather excited when we talked this morning. Care to explain why?"

"I wanted you to meet someone," Seven smiled at me, taking my hand and putting it into his, "This is my…Girlfriend, MC."

"The blogger, right?"

My heart stopped, "You know about me?"

"Mostly by reputation," he nodded, carefully studying my hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you in person, MC. You may call me V."

"It's nice to meet you, V." I like him. He seems…otherworldly. Not like Seven's kind of otherworldly where the mothership is still looking for him. Like…an ethereal kind of otherworldly. Like an angel who fell to Earth and is trying his best to salvage mankind. Wait…Now I knew who this guy was, "I've heard a lot about you, too."

"Really?" V perked up, a bit confused, "Luciel has talked about me?"

"Once," I remembered, "You're…"

"Yes," V cut me off, "The…"

"The photographer," I thought back to Seven sprawled out on my bed in my pajamas, talking about his friend V. It only took me until now to put two and two together.

If I didn't know any better, I'd think I caught him off guard, "You know of my work?"

"Uh-huh," I shook off the delightful memory. For the time being anyway, "I've seen some of it. You're incredible."

"Thank you, MC," V melted, "It's been so long since I've been behind a camera that I doubt I'd be able to do it anymore. Retirement only makes me want to get back into it again. But unfortunately, given my condition, I don't think I could ever do it again."

"Not necessarily," I explained, "Technology is an incredible thing. You'd be amazed at how far accessibility has come. There are ways to mod cameras to where they say when things are in focus and when they aren't. I bet that a certain someone with, I have no doubt, a genius IQ could figure out how to do that."

"Is that me?" Seven chirped, "Because I'd be happy to mod a camera for you, V. All you have to do is ask."

"That's very kind of you," V awed, "If you'd like, you can come and peruse any of my cameras you'd like."

"Yay!"

"I'm glad you brought her here, Luciel," V approved, a smile on his face, "For more than just that. Because I'd like to ask you a question, if that's alright, MC."

"Sure," I allowed, "What's on your mind?"

"On your blog," V began, "It says that you accept commissions."

"That's right," I confirmed, "Sometimes, they're surprise commissions from other people."

"And I said thank you," Seven kissed my cheek.

"Who asked you to do Luciel's office?" V wondered.

"Saeran," I came clean, "Well…If we're being honest, I got a peek inside once while Saeran was there. And I couldn't help myself. I had to. It became a white whale and it needed to be mine."

"You definitely made it yours, MC," Seven agreed, "And like I said, I said thank you."

"Yeah," I chuckled a bit, "In the form of the most awkward date we've ever had."

"Hey," Seven defended, shoving his finger in my shoulder, "You're with me now, baby. Every date we go on is going to be awkward."

"You're a dork, Seven," I sighed out, "But more importantly, were you wanting to ask me for a commission, V?"

"A little more serious than a commission," V went on, "I'd like to speak to you about an organization called the RFA. Have you ever heard of it?"

"I think so," I knew it was a charity thing. They had a representative at a Googleplex event I went to ages ago, "What about it?"

"Every so often," V continued, "The RFA throws these rather lavish parties. It would be wonderful if, acting as the head of the organization, I could hire you for a little more than just a commission."

"What do you mean?" I felt a sudden burst of butterflies in my stomach.

"I know how difficult it is living on commission work," V took my hand, "And given that your apartment is next door to Luciel's office…"

"How did you know that?" I cut him off.

"Come on, MC," Seven scoffed, "A cute girl moves in next door to me and you expect me to keep that to myself? No, no, no. I'm sorry, but that's not how we play here."

"Anyway," V interjected before Seven and I could escalate this any further, "If it wouldn't be too much trouble, I'd like for you to be our party planner. Of course, that would mean handling the guest list and everything else that would entail with a good party. And I would pay you quite well. The job is yours if you want it."

"It'd be really neat if you said yes, MC," Seven begged, "You know you want to."

"And…" I asked, "You can just do that, V? Hire me out of the blue? This seems like something you'd have to get the approval of the rest of the organization with."

"Then, I'll ask the only available member for his opinion," V insisted, "Luciel, should we hire MC?"

"Yes, please," Seven nodded…vigorously, "Come on, MC. Then, we could both be on the same payroll…Please?"

Something about the prospects of good, steady income sends my heart all aflutter. I could still run my blog, but I wouldn't have to go to shit like the Googleplex event and whore myself out for money. I'd be able to run my blog out of the sheer enjoyment of it. And chances are, I could probably add some of the things I do for the RFA parties to said blog. Besides…It's hard to say no to Seven's pouty little face.

"Alright," I agreed, "I'm in. How long until my first party?"

"Can you have it taken care of in a week?" V asked.

"Absolutely."