A/N: Helllloooooooo lovelies. Welp. Here we are. Back on the bullshit again. For those of you who don't know, this is a sequel to the beauty that was the surprise smash hit of [year not found] called the Number Next Door. Well, here it is. A brand new year. And this has been requested so many times to get a sequel. And out of my weird, beautiful livestream came this beautiful disaster. So, to Evelyn and Emi, the two lovely masterminds that contributed to this mess along with myself, I love you both. I love the crack commune we built together. And I hope you know that I just talked to you half an hour ago at the time I'm writing this. I love you and you're both absolutely wonderful. I'm also very delirious, so take that with a grain of salt. So, enjoy for the next however many chapters the stupidity that comes out of the livestream. We'll discuss contests and guessing games at a later date. But because my dumbass decided to make this my New Year's present to the world, I'm going to go to bed. Love you x

For the last few years, I've had my nose firmly pressed against the grindstone. In all honesty, I'm surprised I even have a nose left. I've worked my ass off to get where I am. My beautiful apartment in my beautiful building. I couldn't be prouder of myself. More often than not, the term self-made is a whole lot of bullshit. I built my blog myself from the ground up. With my fanbase and my commissions, I've started my tiny empire. Yes, it may be tiny, but dammit, it's mine.

It's too bad I have to say goodbye. I'm going to miss you, my little gem apartment. You might not have been the biggest and sometimes, your location may have been a pain in my ass, but I loved you. And I wouldn't trade you for the world. You know that, don't you? You've served me all too well. And I won't ever forget you. But we all have to move on sometime, don't we? I gave the wall one last kiss as I stared back into the place.

I will remember you…

Will you remember me?

Don't let your life pass you by…

Weep not for the memories…

If I didn't know any better, I'd think that was coming from next door. And a little smile crept across my face. Yeah. I might be leaving my apartment, but it's totally worth it. Granted, I'm not leaving for good. Oh, hell no. It's just going to be my base of operations for now. And I have no problem with where I'm going. But for now, I need to go next door and raise hell with my pain in the ass neighbor.

Knock, knock.

"Mmmyyeelllooo?" He's such a dork.

"Did you really just blast Sarah McLachlan in here?" I giggled. He might be a dork, but dammit, he's my dork.

"What?" Seven scoffed, "I just thought you'd want to give your apartment the proper respect of a good sendoff. Be glad I didn't bring a twenty-one-gun salute."

"I don't think you should ever hold firearms, Seven," I rolled my eyes, getting a much better welcome, "And I appreciate the sendoff. But you're still a dork."

"You're not the first to tell me that," he pointed out, "And likely not the last. You ready to go?"

"Yeah," I sighed out, "I think so."

"Hey, hey, hey…" Seven pulled me into his shoulder, "What's that sad face all about, MC? When I asked you to move in with me, you said you'd be cool with it."

"I am cool with it," I assured him, "It's just…"

"What?"

"It's a shame I don't have to deal with the hella annoying guy next door anymore…" I teased.

"Nope," Seven kissed my cheek, "But look on the bright side. At least you get to share a bed with him now."

"That I do," I nodded, "Hey, Seven?"

"Yes, MC?"

I laid my head on his shoulder, "Are you sure you're ready for something like this?"

"I'm beyond ready, baby," Seven held me closer, "I think this is going to be a good thing. It'll suck when I have to go out of town for work, but for the most part, I'm glad we're doing this."

"Samesies." Oh, God, I have been hanging around Seven too much. No. No such thing, "I love you."

"I love you, too," he awed, "Look…The movers should be here in the next hour or so to take care of everything. It'll be alright. Ok?"

"Ok," I could breathe a little easier. Seven hiring movers for me was an absolute blessing.

"You know, MC," Seven suggested, "I bet I know of a diner where there's a milkshake with your name on it."

"You had me at milkshake." My boyfriend gets me. He gets me so well.

I took one more look next door. I'll miss you, old friend. I mean, until I come back in a couple days or so to actually get something done. Something tells me when I'm living with Seven and Saeran, I'm not going to get much time to myself anymore. But like I said, it's totally worth it. Things had been going well with us lately. It was time. Between my work on my blog and my new status in the RFA, it'll be nice to have somewhere I can get away from it all and be in my seclusion. But I suppose that means…

I let out a little squeal of pure joy and delight as the lightbulb in my head turned on. Although, I probably should've warned Seven. He scares easily, "What the hell kind of demon just came out of you?"

"No demon!" I beamed, "I think I just found my next blog post!"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm going to have to redecorate my apartment," I skipped down the hall, "It's not like I'm going to be using my bedroom as a bedroom anymore. I could turn that room into something else entirely! And I can't wait to do it!"

"I think you should," Seven settled me, "You're just now moving into a new place, MC. Your blog can be put on hold for a hot second."

"But Seven…" I whined, "I get to do a full remodel job of my apartment. You have no idea how unbelievably excited that makes me."

"You don't have to do much," he figured. Aww…Amateur, "Don't you just need somewhere to sit and a stable place to put your laptop?"

"For the most part, yeah," I had so many plans running through my head, "But I also need a space that can serve as inspiration. Something that can make these weird ass ideas of mine come to life. My apartment is my canvas and design is my medium. I'll need to move some things around to get better functionality out of it. And when I do, I can promise you, my dear Seven, that blog post will be my best one to date."

"Alright, nerd," Seven gave me a little shove into the elevator, "But…You do know you can't blog your new house…Right, MC? That's not something that can ever see the light of day."

"I know…" That was something that never needed to be said. I understood. When Seven and I became a thing, I knew what I was getting into. I knew he was an international man of mystery. My international man of mystery. I knew he handled incredibly classified information for a living. And sometimes, there were going to be people coming after him for that information. And I respected that.

Given my PR fiasco a few months ago, I couldn't believe he put that all on the line for me. Just so people would get off my back about my friendship with Zen. I'd never be able to fully repay him for that. Even if I spent the rest of my life trying. Still, we had each other. At the end of the day, that's all that mattered. And no one was going anywhere.

"I'm not saying that to dampen your spirits or anything," Seven took my hand, "That doesn't mean my house isn't your house now, too, MC."

"I know," I cuddled into his shoulder, feeling the elevator move under our feet, "But you know, Seven…I might need to do some tweaking. Just a little bit. Not too much, but enough."

"You're not getting rid of my bed," he stood his ground, "There are a lot of things in that house I can budge on, but there is no way in hell you're getting rid of my bed."

"I like your bed, though," I melted inside. Most people would think their boyfriend having a car bed would be a major red flag, but not everyone has Seven's car bed, "Not everybody gets to sleep in a Lamborghini."

"True," Seven gave me a nod, "Are you jealous?"

"It's my bed now, too," I giggled under my breath, "Seven…You're adorable. You know that?"

"I had a hunch," he stuck his hand out to the doors as they parted, "Can I get the door for you, my love?"

"Anytime." God, this boy was a dork, but he was my dork.

I was going to be sharing a bed with this dork. And a bathroom. And a kitchen, living room, office building…All with him. And with Saeran, too. I'm not totally leaving him out of it. He was the best unofficial assistant I ever had. And now, I was going to get a milkshake with his brother. This was happening. This was really happening. I couldn't believe it, but it was happening.

One big strawberry milkshake. That's all it took to calm me down again. And two straws. Because I wasn't going to drink this all myself. How else was I supposed to keep up my girlish figure? By not depriving myself of the little things in life that make it worth living. That's right, kids. And if that means sharing it with one of my favorite people in this world, then so be it.

"Hey, MC," Seven asked, "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, Seven," I allowed, "What's on your mind?"

"Are you really happy to be moving in with me?" he sipped on our milkshake, "Because I wouldn't want to be pushing you into this when you're not ready for it."

"I am," I promised, "Seven, after all the shit we've been through…After my PR nightmare? After the bullshit that went down at the Googleplex event? After the bullshit with Trevor? It's time for a change. And I think this is going to be one for the better. I know it will. Deep in the pit of my soul. And it's not often I get that."

"When was the last time?"

"The last time I got a good feeling like that?" I thought back, "Well…There was this one time when I moved into the building. There was this asshole that thought his porn was more important that the wellbeing of another person."

"If it makes you feel any better," Seven played with my fingers, "I deleted that JAV from my laptop."

"But where do you have it backed up?" I knew better. Seven wouldn't freak over something like that and not have it saved somewhere.

"Nowhere," he swore, "I deleted it completely and it's a hundred percent gone from my life. I don't need it anymore. I got something better."

"You find a new porn star to drool over?" I wondered.

"I got a girlfriend instead," Seven smiled, "I'd rather her saucy nudes than those of a total stranger. This time, I have someone to make an emotional connection with. That's better than empty, meaningless one-man sex."

"I'm proud of you, Seven," I applauded, "You're finally growing up."

"Thanks, MC," he took his well deserved bow, "I don't need them to make me a man when I got you."

"That's…" I wasn't sure how to feel about that. A part of me is somewhat flattered, but I'm not sure how deep that flattery goes, "That's definitely something."

"We need to be getting home," Seven got up, "You need the full initiation into the household."

"What?" I jabbed, "Is this the part where you make me take a blood oath?"

"Of course not," he rolled his eyes, "You're so silly, MC. It's actually pretty standard. I'm just taking your fingerprints…Your retinal scan. Hair follicle, allergy test, blood sample, and a saliva swab, just to be sure. You know. Normal things. By the way, on an unrelated note, when was the last time you were submitted to a background check?"

"Excuse me?" What the hell did I get myself into? Because whatever Seven just rattled off made my head hurt.

"I'm joking, MC," Seven pulled me onto my feet, "I'm just taking your fingerprints and a retinal scan for the door locks and the security system. It's nothing overly elaborate. I had to do the same thing for Saeran when he moved in with me."

"Alright," I could breathe easier. This is my life now. Seven keeping me constantly on my toes. This was what I got to live with.

When Seven and I got home, the two of us immediately made a beeline for his office. The home office. Not the next door to mine office. I kind of thought he was joking about the whole retinal scan and fingerprinting thing, but sure enough, I sat in front of this weird machine and waited for a green light to pass over my eyes. Then, all of my fingers sat on cold, black pads, getting the same treatment.

"There," Seven chirped, "All done. That wasn't so difficult, was it?"

"I never said it would be," I pointed out, "But really? That's it? That's all I have to do?"

"One last thing," he took his phone out and got a quick picture.

"What was that for?" I blinked the flash out of my eyes.

"I wanted a new wallpaper for my phone," Seven showed me his screen, "See? You're so cute, MC."

"Take a better one," I demanded, "I wasn't ready for that."

"That's when they're the best, though!" he squealed, taking another picture, "See? And now, you're a kitty. And a very cute kitty, if I do say so myself."

"Seven!" I felt a fire under my cheeks.

"Oh, hush," Seven stole a quick kiss, no doubt getting that on camera, too, "You're cute as hell, MC. Learn to live with it."

"Fine…" I grumbled, trying to keep up my fake pouting, but this little shit made it so hard, "But I don't have to be happy about it."

"Yes, you do," he shoved his finger in my face, "Do it…All the cool kids are doing it."

"You're exhausting," I gently bit his finger, "You, my dear Seven, are exhausting. And I'm going to go take a bath, if that's alright with you."

"Be my guest," Seven allowed, "This is your house, too, MC. Feel free to move about the cabin as you see fit."

"My pleasure," I started heading out, "Hey, Seven?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Should I expect you upstairs anytime soon?" I crossed my fingers.

"Not anytime soon." Dammit, "I need to get these calibrated into the system before you accidentally set off my alarm and I have a SWAT team knocking at my door at two o'clock in the morning. Once was plenty."

"Once?"

"When Saeran first moved in," Seven explained, "I made the mistake of waiting on putting his prints in the system. Then, 2AM came, alarms went off, SWAT knocked my front door down. It was a mess. And we don't need that happening again, so I'm going to put your prints into the system, ok? I'll be up before you go to sleep. If all goes well, it shouldn't take me more than an hour or so. I promise."

"Ok." I wanted to believe him. I really did. But something in my core said there was a chance of him staying down here into the early morning hours. I went back upstairs by myself and into our bathroom. That still felt strange on my tongue, but it was our bathroom. Here I am…Home sweet home.