A/N: Hi, friends! So, this chapter has a moment where it gets a little sad. But for the most part, we should be alright. It does have a happy ending. We just saw Seven in a mood already, so…You can guess where it goes from there. Anyway, I'm going to go over here and…Do a thing. Shower, probably. That's a raging necessity right now. Just a side note. K, love you x

"MC," Seven wondered, looking up at the building we once shared together. Only with a wall between us. And a thin one, too. If it would've been just a tad thicker, I would've gotten better sleep. But I digress. I wouldn't have changed a thing, "What are we doing here?"

"You said you wanted to get out of your head for a while," I grabbed the door for him, "So, I thought I'd get you out of your head for a while."

"Yeah," he held his skepticism, "But that doesn't answer my question. What the hell are we doing here? First, the milkshake at the diner. Now, this. What are we doing?"

"You'll see," I took his hand and brought him into the elevator. The higher we could go, the less stairs we'd have to walk. As the elevator started its journey, I put my head on Seven's shoulder, "You remember when we met the first time?"

"I do," Seven smiled a little, "My laptop was dying. I damn near knocked you on your ass. There was a lovely young lady on my screen getting me through my procrastination. It was a good day to be me."

"And after a week," I let out a heavy sigh of nostalgia, "You finally wore me down enough to the point where I came over to bitch."

"We got pancakes that night."

"That we did," I cuddled a little closer, "We got a lot of good memories in this building, Seven."

"Yes, we do," he kissed the top of my head, "You know, I'm kind of surprised you've only stayed in my office once in our time together."

"You get mad when I'm in your office," I argued, "Mr. International Man of Mystery."

"The less you know about what I do," Seven got serious, "The better. And you know that. I don't want my job to ever put you in harm's way, MC. I've had a target on my back before. It is not a fun feeling. That's what I have…him…for."

"You make Vanderwood sound like Voldemort, Seven," I giggled, "I'm sorry he's put you through what he put you through tonight, but we're going to have to move past that sometime."

"Until then," he decided, "I'm going to hold this grudge until the cows come home."

"If you say so." I knew Seven and Vanderwood's relationship better than Seven could ever know. They can both complain about the other as much as they want, but at the end of the day, they're hopeless without each other. If it weren't for Vanderwood, I'd be so damn worried about Seven's safety. Outside sources, inside sources, himself, it doesn't matter who would be putting him at risk. I know that as long as he has Vanderwood, he's fine. And Vanderwood can put up that front as much as he wants. Seven makes him so soft inside. Seven is what makes Vanderwood human instead of the killing machine we know he can be. And to see the two of them together makes my heart so happy.

When the elevator emptied out, Seven was scratching his head, "What are we doing up here, 606?"

"You said to get you out of your head," I pulled him along, "And where better to do that than on the roof?"

"I'm not sure if this is such a good idea," he winced.

"Seven," I held him tight, "My dear, sweet Seven…Do you remember the first time we were on this roof together?"

"Look at you getting all nostalgic tonight," Seven did his best to shake anything creeping into his thoughts out. But it was ok. I knew he'd be ok, "What's the occasion?"

"Nostalgia's a hell of a drug," I laid on the roof, "Come here. Come lay with me."

"I do remember the first time we came up here," he joined me at my side, "It was the one time in our entire relationship that you were more ridiculous than me for a change. When your little brain decided to short circuit and show you the world my way. Or maybe a little deeper than that."

"It was much deeper than that," I remembered exactly what I told him. And the city below didn't disappoint me, "Shh…Lay with me, Seven."

"I'm here," he rested his head on my belly, "What am I supposed to be doing?"

"Shhh…" I put a finger to his lips, "Listen…Do you still hear it?"

Seven was quiet for a moment or two, his eyes slowly closing. He knew exactly what I was talking about. And in that moment, he figured out why we were here, "Yeah. I still hear it. It's still just as magical as it was that night, too. That sidewalk symphony you love so much…It's beautiful, MC."

"See?" I melted into the concrete, "I told you. This was a good idea."

"I bet I could do one even better," Seven took my hand, "Look…Up there."

"What do you mean?" I looked up, confused a little, "You're losing me, Seven."

"Up there," Seven pointed toward the sparkling sky, "You might have the world below, but that wasn't always my thing. Imagine if we could go to space. And I'm not talking Apollo 11, go to space. I'm talking real going to space. If we could stay there…Live there…We could make the stars our home. I wouldn't say no. You'd have to get used to living in zero gravity, though. I'm sure that would pass with time. To spend all day, floating weightlessly…I know I'm a handful. I know I have a strong personality that not everyone can deal with. I know I'm weird as hell by most standards. But…Something about living in space…Out in the cosmos…I couldn't ask for a better existence. It sounds nice, doesn't it?"

"It sounds beautiful…" Is this what it felt like for Seven to listen to me gush about the city I loved? Because I'm starting to understand. However, to hear him explain it…Something about that didn't sit well with me. Just the thought of him floating in the cold, endless vacuum of space. I know he'd be so happy and so content with life, but…It broke my heart, "It also sounds incredibly lonely."

"I don't think it'd be lonely," Seven shrugged, "I mean, I'd have you, wouldn't I?"

"Always," I cradled him, "You're right. It does sound nice."

"Thank you, MC," he laid his head in my shoulder, "You were right to bring me up here. I needed to get a little perspective on the world and get out of my head. I know this is the last thing you ever want to think about, but I'm giving you my express permission right here and now. If I ever get bad…"

"Seven…" I knew where he was going with that. And he had a point. It was the last thing I ever wanted to think about. Because I've seen Seven bad. I know I can handle it for the most part, but if he ever got really bad…I don't know if I'd be able to do it. That would be one of those things where if I couldn't do it and Vanderwood couldn't do it…That could mean losing Seven forever. And I sure as hell don't ever want to think about that.

"I know," Seven held my hand a little tighter, "I know. It's hard shit. And I promise it'll only be for a second we think about it…Ok? But if I ever get bad…I want you to take me here. I want you to tell me you'd be the first person on that rocket with me. Just like this. Please…"

I did my best to not start crying right then and there. Every once in a while, Seven hits me with the heavy shit and it kills me. But I know it's a necessary evil with him. And if he's of sound mind enough to be telling me this now, I should take note, "Ok. I will."

"Thank you," Seven snuck in a soft kiss, "This really was a good idea, MC. You're so smart…Why are you so smart? Who told you that you could be so smart?"

"I don't know," I shrugged, "But this is one of my favorite places in town. It's always been peaceful for me. And I get to be up here with one of my favorite people in the world. Where do I go wrong?"

"Hey!" he chirped, lightening the load on my heart a little, "I'm up here with one of my favorite people in the world, too. We have so much in common. Are you seeing anyone?"

"I'm seeing this weirdo that wants to hang out with me in space," I poked at him a bit, "But we're pretty serious. I think he might want to marry me some day."

"Might?" Seven looked at me strange, "If me proposing to you twice didn't get it through your head that I definitely want to marry you, the only one you need to be seeing is a good therapist, MC. I can give you numbers."

"I know you can give me numbers," I smirked a bit, "I only need a Seven, thank you."

"Oooh…" he gasped, clutching his chest, "Look at MC with the smoothness. My god, someone needs to snap you up before I do."

"I'd rather you did."

"My pleasure, baby," Seven sat up and pulled me into his lap, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," I curled into him, "What's on your mind?"

"Why did Saeran take the car?" he wondered, "Because…Well…Don't we need that?"

"I figured we'd stay here tonight," I told him, "We'll get brunch in the morning before I go to work."

"Work?" Seven whined, "No…Why? You don't need to do another blog post, MC. You have a whole office at home for you to do that kind of thing. What could you possibly be doing tomorrow?"

"I'm not working in the office tomorrow," I clarified, "I'm working for Jumin tomorrow. I start on his commission tomorrow."

"Jumin…" Seven glared into the nothingness, "The Minister always warned us that Satan would be handsome. And that he'd come to steal my girl away from me. But I didn't think he'd come so soon. Or in the form of Jumin Han. How dare he? Who does he think he is? The next time I cross paths with this dandy, I will challenge him to a duel for your hand."

"Seven…" I held my face in the palm of my hand, "Do you really think I'm leaving you for Jumin? Or that you need to duel him for my love? You already have my love. All I'm doing is a little project for Jumin because he wanted to help out a friend. Once I'm done for the day, I promise I'll still come home to you. Pinky promise and everything."

"Wow, MC," Seven got quiet, "Pinky promise and everything? You must be serious."

"I said yes twice, didn't I?" I kissed his cheek, "Not to mention, the thought of you and Jumin in a fight kind of tickles me inside."

"Why?"

"Because you two would be bitch slapping each other," I laughed, "There's no way you'd honestly fight."

"Don't be so quick to judge, 606," Seven argued, "Both Jumin and I would have incredible coaches backing us if we were to give fighting the old college try. Vanderwood can break every bone in the human body and keep up the person's lucidity, so they feel every crack. Jumin's got Jaehee, a freaking black belt in judo. Need I say more?"

"That doesn't necessarily mean you two fighting would translate."

"Who said we'd be fighting each other?" he rolled his eyes, "My point in all of that was that we hire people to do that kind of thing for us."

"Vanderwood would never fight Jaehee," I pointed out, "You know why?"

"If I told him to, he would," Seven assured me, "But why? Because she's a lady and Vanderwood is nothing if not a gentleman despite how I saw him earlier?"

"No," I shook my head, "Vanderwood and I have had that conversation before. He respects Jaehee too much to ever challenge her to a fight. Even a little sparring match like it'd be between you and Jumin. Vanderwood respects Jaehee far too much to ever actually fight her."

"Really?" Seven thought, "And how do you know this?"

"You think you monopolize all of Vanderwood's time," I teased him, "But you don't. Vanderwood and I talk, too. That's why we go to bars on the outskirts of town from time to time. We sit, bullshit, and whine about you."

"Aww…You're still thinking about me."

"Of course," I love this weirdo so much, "But yeah. I'm going to go to Jumin's tomorrow after we do brunch."

"So…" Seven's sad face came back, "I suppose you'll be over there a lot, won't you?"

"Hey," I turned his frown upside down, "I'll be home by eight every night while I'm working on this project. Ok?"

"Promise?"

"With the prettiest snow globe I can find," I got one more kiss out of him.

"I love you, MC," he melted inside.

"I love you, too," I pulled him back onto his feet, "We should probably go inside. It's getting late."

"That sounds like a good idea," Seven followed me back into the elevator and the two of us started heading to the home away from home. Or, as it's better known, my old apartment. I missed staying here. Don't get me wrong. I love the sprawling estate I called home these days, but…There's something about the simplicity of my humble little apartment that I miss dearly. It's kind of like how someone could be eating the greatest steak they've ever had every single night, but occasionally, a craving for chicken nuggets pops up.

Once we got back to my place, Seven fell into the couch where on many an afternoon served as his brother's napping spot. Sometimes, Saeran got adventurous and used my bed, but for the most part, that couch was his territory. He shut his eyes for a brief moment before his phone rang, "Huh…"

"Who is it, Seven?" I grabbed some water out of the fridge.

"It's Vanderwood," Seven stared at the screen, debating whether to answer it or send it to voicemail. Little did he know, he'd go with option number three.

"Hi, Vanderwood," I answered his phone for him. Because I'm sure that was still an open wound. I just finished stitching it up. We don't need Vanderwood popping Seven's stitches.

"Let me talk to him, MC," Vanderwood demanded, "Please."

"No," I shot him down, "Not tonight. Call back tomorrow."

"I just wanted to apologize," he begged, "Please?"

"You're damn right, you do," I didn't think I'd ever have to take Vanderwood over my knee, but it looks like we have a first time for everything.

"MC…" Seven got quiet…Like…Scary quiet…He held out his hand, "Let me talk to him."

"Are you sure?" I worried, "Because…"

"I'm sure," he smiled a bit, letting me know everything would be ok, "I got it."

"Alright…" I kept my voice down, growling into the phone, "Thin ice, Vanderwood…Thin ice."

"Yes, ma'am…" Vanderwood knew he screwed up. He knew he did wrong. I suppose that's enough for me.

I handed Seven back his phone, his face turning to stone, "Washed. Detailed. Driveway. Tomorrow morning."

Click.

Seven tossed his phone aside into the couch cushion without a single word said after. And here I thought I was the scary one, "Damn, Seven…That was kind of harsh, don't you think?"

"He hurt my baby," Seven grumbled, "I hurt his wallet. Plain and simple."

I see someone was still a little rattled from what happened. And someone, that someone being me, needed to do something about it. Not that everything before this didn't help, but I needed something to bring it home. And I knew just what could do that. As Seven attempted to get back on his feet, I pushed him down to the couch, "You stay here. I'll be right back."

"Where do you think you're going, young lady?" Seven wondered, staying put like I asked him to. Good boy.

"It's my damn apartment," I reminded him, walking back toward my bedroom, "Just…Stay there…"

"Ok."

Seven wasn't going to argue with me. He knew better. And I loved him for it. He thought I had everything moved to our house when I moved in with him. Granted, my address changed, but that didn't mean I took everything with me. I still had some clothes in my closet for times like these when I wasn't sure if I'd be working late or not. And in those clothes I kept here for those purposes, I happened to have some pajamas that I knew would always work and always bring a smile to my fiancé's face. And damn, do I look good in purple silk.

"Seven…" I called for him, making myself comfortable on the bed. Now, I know what most are thinking. But MC, didn't Seven just get traumatized by watching Vanderwood and his new girlfriend committing unspeakable sin in the back seat of Seven's car earlier tonight? Why would you be out here looking like sex on a stick on your bed after something like that? Well, I'll tell you, friend. Because at the end of the day, I know Seven's brain and his libido and how they work in conjunction with each other. This won't be viewed to him as me asking him nicely for sex. It'll be more like Seven appreciating a work of art. And that's not me overhyping myself up here. It'll be something that will make him feel better. So, I'm asking as a friend. Chill…Jesus Christ, I am spending too much time with Seven.

"Yeah, ba…" Seven caught a quick look at me. And just as I thought, a little smile crept across his face, "Look at you…"

"Look at me…" I brought him down to the bed, "What about me?"

"You are…so damn cute…" he pulled me into his arms, "But…You know what?"

"What?"

"You know where those pajamas would look really good…?" Seven looked me over with a hunger in his eyes. Was this little shit really trying to flirt with me? Even after that smooth ass line I laid on him on the roof? He wasn't going to out flirt me. But then…It clicked. If it were anyone else, yes. It's definitely a flirt-off here. But this was Seven. Seven wasn't exactly like anyone else.

"I think so," I whispered in his ear, a hint of seduction in my voice, "You want to steal them from me, don't you, Seven?"

"So bad!" he whined, "Please, MC? Please, please, please? They're so comfortable…I'll trade you my hoody for them?"

"Fine," I wasn't going to argue with him. I love my little dork.

"Yay!" Seven peeled his hoody off and handed it to me, "You get me so well, baby. You get me so well."

"Someone has to…" I went into my bathroom and switched into Seven's hoody. Good. All things being equal, I kind of wanted his hoody more anyway. I walked out and threw my nightie at him, "Here, you freak."

"I love you."

"I love you, too…" I really did love that little weirdo.