A/N: Hi, friends. So, long story short. I'm not going to be here next week, so I'm sorry, but we're not getting an update next week. I'll be in Michigan for the next week and I leave in a couple days and I also need to go run after my littlest nephew, so we're keeping this short. Love you. I'll miss you x

It's five o'clock. What do I have to show for it? One wall. I have one wall done. One whole wall. Because God forbid Jumin had a small penthouse or low ceilings. By all means, Jumin. Please. Have high walls that require more paint than I thought they would. Greatly appreciated. I've worked my ass off all day. And I have one wall to show for it. Lucky me. I hate it, but I know Jumin's paying me well, so…Worth it? Maybe? Could be. I flattened out on the floor, my work ethic in the toilet. I'm exhausted. And it's only five o'clock.

MC?" Shit…Speak of the devil…The devil with the lavish palace.

"Hi, Jumin," I mumbled into the hardwood.

"Are you doing ok?" he worried, "You seem like you just got out of a fight."

"I did," I admitted, "I've been fighting with a ladder for most of the afternoon. Although…There was something that made it suck a little less."

"What's that?" Jumin sat with me.

"Your present earlier," I hid a little smile from him, "That was really appreciated. Thank you."

"You're welcome," he put a hand on my shoulder, "But I have to admit, MC. I had ulterior motives for sending you lunch."

"Oh?" Shit…This is the part where he tells me I'll still be paying for it after all. Or worse, he's sucking up for me to do something even more extravagant for Elizabeth.

"Of course," Jumin came clean, "It's the only way I'd know if you ate something. It's important that you take care of yourself and I don't want to come home to you having overexerted yourself and passed out on the floor."

"Well…"

"This is an exception," he clarified, "You're not passed out. You're just…Looking like a bug on a windshield."

"It's been a long day," I sighed out.

"But…" Jumin took a look around, "Not for nothing, MC, but by the looks of things, there's hardly anything done."

I swallowed the backhanded comment and pulled myself together, "I did more shopping today than anything else. All of it was totally necessary, too. This wasn't me goofing off. I swear."

"I know," he settled me, "I know you take your craft seriously and I'm not going to fault you for gathering supplies."

"I went shopping and started painting," I reported, "And I still have a long ways to go."

"But MC," Jumin pointed out, "There's only one wall done."

"It took me three hours to paint that one wall, thank you!" I argued, "You have to think, Jumin. It's just me here. It has been just me here. All day. From the time I saw you this morning until just now. It's been me and only me. So, yes. I've killed three hours painting one wall. I'm sorry, but this is going to take a bit. Ok?"

"Alright," Jumin backed off, "Do you think you could have it done by the end of the week?"

"I could try," I shrugged, "But I'm not making any promises."

"If you needed help, MC," he pulled out his phone, "All you had to do was ask. I would've hired you some."

"No, no, no," I stopped him, "I know what you're trying to do, Jumin. And really, thank you. I love you for it. But you don't have to hire me extra help. I can do that myself, too. Besides, I have the best guy for the job. Actually, a couple of them, but one of them will only work for me when his other job is driving him insane and the other one will only work for me if I pay him in energy drinks. Sometimes, he'll ask for cash, but more often than not, it's either energy drinks or Twinkies. Depends on his mood that day."

"Fine," Jumin let it go, "Take your time. I'm going to let you get back to work."

"Thank you."

"And…For the record," he pushed himself up from the floor, making the occasional old man noise. For having no kids, Jumin's got his moments where he's such a dad and I loved it, "It has been just you today here…Right?"

"Yes, Jumin," I promised, "Seven knows where I'm working, but he also knows better than to bother me while I'm working and when I'm in my zone. He doesn't come visit me at job sites. Don't worry."

"Good," Jumin let out a quiet sigh of relief, "How much longer will you be here today then?"

"I don't know," I checked my phone, "Probably another couple hours or so. Or however long it takes me to get one more wall done. I'll do one more wall and then, I'll go home. Then, I'll be back tomorrow. Is that alright with you? Or is this your way of politely kicking me out of your house?"

"No," Jumin assured me, "It's alright. Stay as long as you'd like. I'm not going to kick you out. I mean, within reason. I don't need you still here and painting at one o'clock in the morning."

"I'd never do that," I giggled, "I only did that with Saeran's bathroom. And that's because I wasn't keeping track of time."

"And that's why I made sure you had lunch today, MC," he smiled a little, "Bless your absentmindedness sometimes, but sometimes, it scares the hell out of me. Especially given that you and Seven share a brain cell."

"We don't share a brain cell," I rolled my eyes, getting my paint roller again, "Seven and I are just weirdly similar. I wouldn't say we share a brain cell."

"Didn't you once cut Yoosung's grapes at an RFA party?" Jumin remembered, "And then, Seven had him convinced that those grapes were going to give him some kind of disease?"

"Seven made up a recall," I knew that incident all too well, "And he said that those particular grapes were going to give Yoosung herpes. And that he should call his mom and tell her. Something in that strain made them a natural carrier for herpes like koalas and syphilis."

I remembered that night like it was yesterday. Not only did I have to convince Yoosung he wasn't going to have herpes, but I also had to convince his mother that Yoosung was clean. And still a good boy. I mean, my god, I had just cut the kid's grapes in half, so he wouldn't choke on them. But that night, I remember taking Seven over my knee. And I'm pretty sure I might have awakened a little something, something within him that night.

"Nevertheless," Jumin left me to my devices, "You don't need to be here all night, MC."

"I won't," I swore. And just like that, I got back to work.

I had my game face on and determination in my heart. This next wall would be my bitch. And I'm going to take it out in the next few hours. Then again, I knew it'd take me three hours no matter what I did. One of these days, I really need to invest in a sprayer. Or bat my eyelashes at my new sugar daddy. But I wasn't going to do that. It wasn't often I ever had massive jobs like this one, so I never really saw the point in having one. It'd only take up space in either my apartment or my storage unit. And I didn't need to deal with that. At least not today. Although, tomorrow might be the day where I rent a sprayer.

By the time I finished my last wall for the night, I was beyond spent. The first wall had kicked my ass plenty. The shopping I did before that kicked my ass plenty. This last wall? This was my nail in the coffin. Because I didn't want to paint anymore. The color amethyst cream is going to bring out anger and hatred and pure rage in me like a bull seeing the color red. It was a beautiful color. Don't get me wrong. But the fact that it's taking me so goddamn long to paint was killing me.

"Alright, Jumin," I walked out of Elizabeth's room covered in sweat and paint and a little bit of shame, "I'm done for the day. Do you think I could leave all of my supplies here?"

"Go ahead," Jumin allowed, "I'm not going to stop you. They're not in the way of anything. It's fine. You did well today, MC. I'm proud of you."

"Thank you," I felt a strange murmur in my chest…And I kind of loved it, "Wow, Jumin. That might be one of the sweetest things you've ever said to me."

"Even though you only got a couple walls done," Jumin explained, "That's still quite a feat for you to do on your own. Can I make one request for tomorrow?"

"Sure." Balls…Here's where I'm paying for lunch.

"I want you to bring help tomorrow," he demanded, "I don't care if it's outside help. I don't care if I have to be the one to pay them, too. Just bring help with you. As long as it's not Seven and they're not going to steal from me, I trust your judgment."

"We'll see." I'm not exactly what one would call tall by any stretch of the imagination. But I know I can reach the top of the upper cabinets if I'm sitting on Vanderwood's shoulders. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to lend me a hand. And if he can't do it, I can always rely on Saeran, too.

"I'll see you tomorrow, MC," Jumin sent me off.

"See you tomorrow!" I gave Elizabeth a soft, gentle pet on the way out and headed back to the lobby. If I leave now, I'm sure I'll be able to get home by eight. Then, I'll throw dinner together, have a nice night with my fiancé, and go to bed to do this all again in the morning. That sounded like a plan. Or I order pizza again, gorge myself, and pass out in front of the TV. That sounded like a hell of an idea, too.

However, my plans were quickly thwarted. When I walked out of Jumin's building, there was this absolutely, drop dead sexy man leaned up against his even sexier car. Black, shiny, beautiful…Goddamn…She really was something else. But her driver…My god, her driver got to me. He was enough to make a woman swoon. Particularly this one. He looked me over and flashed me a dirty, devilish smile, making my heart skip a beat.

"Hi there, cutie," he pulled me closer to him, "You got any plans for the night?"

"I'm so sorry," I fell into his arms, "But I have a fiancé at home that's expecting me."

"What he don't know won't hurt him, right…?"

"No…" I gasped, "I couldn't! Not him…He's…He's too soft. He's too sweet for something like that to happen to him. He doesn't deserve it."

"All I'm asking is for one night, sweetheart," he picked my chin up, giving me a strong, passionate kiss, "One night is all a poor sinner like me deserves…Just to know there's something in this world worth living for."

"Well…" I bit my lip, holding back a giggle with every once of strength I had, "If it's only one night…I suppose…"

"I love you, 606…"

"I love you, too, Seven," I laughed, "You're adorable."

"And you played along so beautifully," Seven praised, "I didn't expect you to go full Telemundo on me, but I'll take it."

"What can I say?" I stole another kiss, "I'm nothing if not a people pleaser."

"That's true," Seven got my door for me, "You do have your moments, baby. But I'm not going to fault you for it."

"That car of yours is awfully shiny, Seven," I slid into the passenger seat, "I'm assuming you and Vanderwood kissed and made up today."

"Yeah," he rolled across the hood and got in on the other side, "I'm hopeless without him and he's hopeless without me. I love you, MC, but Vanderwood and I complete each other."

"It's true," I agreed, "I'm just glad you finally see it yourself."

"And I'm glad you're so understanding," Seven rested his head on my shoulder, "So, I'm assuming you're done for the day then?"

"Yep."

"In that case," he asked, "Dinner? Just you and me? Because I know damn well you haven't eaten since lunch."

"You know me all too well, my love," I poked at him, "Yeah. I could do dinner."

I really didn't feel like going anywhere overly nice. I kind of just wanted to go straight home. Personally, if Seven wanted to grab some take out and go straight home, I wouldn't say no. In fact, I'd be happy as hell if we went that way. But I knew better. As much of a hermit as Seven was, he was also a social creature. He needed to be out once in a while, too. And if it meant us going for dinner and Seven ordering mac and cheese at a restaurant that definitely doesn't serve mac and cheese to anyone else but him, then so be it.

Yes. Soon enough, that's going to be my husband. Yes, I know he's a giant child. No, I don't care. I didn't come here asking for judgment. I came here for good times, an emotionally unavailable hacker, and his moody brother fresh out of a cult. Don't judge me. Or him for wanting his mac and cheese. When the two of us were seated, it wasn't nearly as fancy as I thought it'd be. Then, I remember. This is Seven taking me for dinner, not Jumin. If it were Jumin, I feel like I would've had to go home, shower, change, and be damn near in a top hat and coattails just to get in the door. I love my simplicity.

And as Seven looked over his plate of chicken fingers, there was a certain glint in his eye. Especially when his eyes darted between his food and his…Well…His me. And for whatever reason, he couldn't keep the smile off his face. It had me curious, "Yes? Is there something I can help you with, sir?"

"It's nothing," Seven bit his lip, "But you know, MC…You're kind of cute in my hoody. You're a little too comfortable stealing it, though."

"Sue me," I giggled a bit, "It was a little cold this morning when I went to Jumin's. And if it makes you feel any better, when I got there, Elizabeth smelled it and hissed at me."

"Aww…" he gushed, "Elly's thinking about me."

"It took some convincing," I admitted, "But she did warm back up to me."

"And I had to freeze on my way home," Seven pouted, but I knew that was the fakest damn pout I have ever seen on his face, "And it's all your fault."

"It's not like you were a million miles away from home, Seven," I rolled my eyes, "But…You did really patch things up with Vanderwood? Because I don't need to go home to a tense warzone."

"No, no, no!" he assured me, "Things with Vanderwood and me are good. We're cool again. And as far as I know, it was very mutual."

"Well, yeah," I nodded, "Consent is important and I'm sure it had to…"

"No," Seven clarified, "He needed it just as bad as what she did. And never in my years of having Vanderwood around has he ever been so delightful to deal with. I'm serious, MC. He was just this side of bursting into song like we were living in a Disney movie."

"It's bound to happen," I pointed out, "Homeboy just got laid. That'll usually put a spring in someone's step."

"So…" Seven thought, "What you're saying…Is that, if…You know…We were to…"

"Not tonight, Seven," I shot him down almost instantly, "I'm so goddamn exhausted I can barely see straight. Even if I wanted to, sex is off the table for us tonight."

"I don't care what else he has going on tomorrow," Seven demanded, "But you, young lady, are taking Saeran with you tomorrow."

"That was the idea," I promised, "I didn't realize how big of a project this would be."

"I mean it, MC," he took my hand, "Please. You don't need to work yourself so hard. It scares the hell out of me when you're working on big projects away from the house where I can't keep an eye on you."

"Hold on," I thought back, "Didn't you say you were the one that coded Jumin's security system?"

"Yeah," Seven nodded, "That was a little tinkering on a rainy day out of sheer boredom. Why?"

"So," I figured, "Technically speaking, you're more than capable of keeping an eye on me. Because I know damn well Jumin has cameras in his penthouse."

"But," he argued, "For the sake of privacy, I don't generally watch through Jumin's cameras. That's his business. Granted, the curiosity is still there, but the restraint and a little bit of a moral code tells me no."

"But if you wanted to," I reiterated, "You could totally boot up Jumin's security cameras and see what's going on, right?"

"Oh, totally."

"So…" I teased him, "If I were to blow a few kisses toward the cameras…"

"You'd have a sad fiancée waiting for you at home," Seven cut me off, "Yes, MC. But I'm serious. You're taking Saeran with you tomorrow. You do not need to work yourself to the bone like that. You know how I told you I didn't want to find you passed out on the floor in Saeran's bathroom?"

"Yeah."

"Same thing goes for Jumin's penthouse," he put his foot down, "It's not that I don't trust Jumin. It's just that he doesn't need to be the one taking care of you. That's my job."

"Seven," I swore up and down, "I'm not leaving you for Jumin. He's just my furniture sugar daddy. At the end of the day, I still crawl in bed with you. Because I'd rather sleep in a car bed than in Jumin's normie bed."

"I knew I was marrying you for a reason."

"Because I got a cute butt and your biological clock is ticking?" I giggled.

"And for a couple other reasons," Seven played with my engagement ring, "But yeah. Mostly the cute butt and my biological clock. Wait a second…Do guys have those?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "Guys have biological clocks, too. Granted, you'll be able to get any woman pregnant at any time, but whether or not the sperm is still good or not is up in the air as you get older."

"I knew it…" Seven grumbled to himself, "My own body betrays me, MC…"

"Mine betrays me, too," I held my face in my hand, "You're too much. Did you know that?"

"Had a hunch…You ready to go home?"

"Yes, please."

"Ok," Seven got up and kissed the top of my head, "You go wait in the car. I'll go take care of the bill and some other things."

"I'm not holding your hand while you pee again, Seven. And I'm not standing outside the bathroom door cheering you on either."

"Sure," Seven pouted, "Yoosung gets his grapes cut in half, but when I ask for a little moral support, suddenly, it's weird and we're getting yelled at to leave that Chili's and now, we're part of the training videos as to who not to let in any Chili's establishment."

"Sorry, sweetheart," I got up from our table, "We all have our limits."

"And we'll never have Chili's ever again."

"Don't be long," I kissed his cheek and took his keys from his pocket.

"I won't be."

I left Seven to grab the check and headed out to the parking lot. I just hope Seven doesn't end up with flashbacks to the last time we left a restaurant. The last thing we need is Seven freaking out and thinking someone's having sex in his back seat again. And it's the same car. Please…God…For the love of all things holy, don't let this be a mess. I've dealt with enough today. I don't need to clean up another mess.

When Seven came back out, he didn't seem too worse for wear. Maybe he's either suppressing it or he's a little better. I don't know. Either way, he seemed to be alright, "Shall we adjourn to our humble abode, my love?"

"Humble abode?" I looked at him strange, "Seven, our house is a damn fortress. I pity anyone who tries to get it. That's half the reason why I don't invite my friends over there."

"Why do that when you have your apartment?" Seven shrugged, "Your apartment is just fine for having people over, too. That way, no one has a chance of leaking where I live and we're still perfectly safe. Like I said, I don't want to ever make you feel like you have a target on your back because of my job."

"And I don't," I laid my head on his shoulder, "I swear."

"And besides," he pointed out, "My friends and your friends are the same people. For the most part. Except for your blogger friends and do you guys ever really hang out outside of the internet?"

"I used to hang out with Quinn all the time," I remembered, "But she got called away for a major project, I met you, and I started hanging out with Zen all around the same time."

"So, what you're saying," Seven figured, "is that I was the buzzkill to your social life?"

"Not totally," I put my hand on his, "I still go to RFA parties, don't I?"

"Fine…" Seven let out a sigh of relief, "Thank God. I thought I screwed something up somehow without knowing it. Thanks, MC. I can sleep easier tonight."

"I do what I can." Yep. That one's mine. That's my keeper. That's my one and only. I know. Hard to believe I couldn't do any better, but to be honest, I don't want to do any better. I don't want anything or anyone else. I have my Seven. Do I really need more than that? No. I don't think so.

By the time Seven and I got home, I was ready to turn in. Beyond ready. The thought of our beautiful car bed turned me on more than Seven ever could. What? Don't look at me like that. It's been a long ass day of working in Jumin's penthouse and running around town. Let me have this one thing. Although, the second I decided to lay down on our bed, I was called for.

"MC, come here!" Seven yelled from the bathroom.

"Seven…" I groaned, "I told you. I'm not holding your hand again. What you do in a bathroom is between you and Jesus."

"Just trust me," he insisted, "Come here. And I promise I'm a big boy and make a weewee on my own."

"We're so proud."

"Come here," Seven pulled me up from the bed and brought me into the bathroom where the bathtub looked almost more inviting than the bed, "I figured you were tired and probably still a little wound up from today, so I thought maybe a bath would help."

"Seven," I melted inside. If he's not careful, I might marry him right here and right now. If only the courthouse were open, my last name would be Choi very quickly, "You didn't have to do this for me."

"Technically, I had Saeran do it for you," he came clean, "I called him shortly after I paid for dinner and told him to have it taken care of by the time we got home, so you wouldn't have to wait."

Sometimes, I wonder what I'd do without my boys…But then, I think to myself, I never ever want to see that day. And hopefully, I never will. I pulled Seven in for a soft, delicate little kiss, "I love you."

"I love you, too, MC," Seven cuddled me, "You want me leave you alone for a little while? Because I'm sure I can find something to keep me occupied."

"I bet I can find something better," I took his hand, "Join me."

"Really?" he gasped, "MC, how forward! Your baths are sacred."

"And my fiancé's an angel," I smiled, "Please?"

"Well…Ok…" Seven wasn't going to argue. He knew better than that, "If you insist…"

I didn't think that would've went over so well. Seven and I got in the bathtub and I laid my head on his chest. Ok…This is nice. This is all I ever wanted. If I'm not careful, not only will I marry this man, but I might fall asleep right here and now. Not that either one of us would complain. I can almost guarantee that. But then, the thought of tomorrow popped into my head. I should probably clear it with him first.

"Seven," I told him, "Cover your ears, honey. I'm about to get loud."

"Yes, ma'am," Seven's hands immediately went over his ears, "Is everything alright?"

I nodded, taking in a deep breath, "SAERAN!"

"Jesus Christ!" Saeran squeaked from the other room. Only for him to come running. Don't ever say I don't have my boys trained, "What…Oh, goddammit, Saeyoung!"

"What?" Seven uncovered his ears while Saeran covered his eyes, "Saeran!"

"What did you want, MC?" Saeran cringed, "Because I wasn't expecting to see you two in here…like…this."

"I'm sorry that we're naked, Saeran," I apologized, "It's not the first time you've seen me in a bathtub."

"But it's the first time in many, many, many years I've seen his ass naked," Saeran argued, "So, what did you want?"

"Are you busy tomorrow?" I asked.

"I might need to up my appointment with my therapist after this," he thought, "But I should be relatively free. Why?"

"I'm going to need your help tomorrow morning," I batted my eyelashes at him, "If my favorite unofficial assistant wants to be a lamb and lend me a hand. It's nothing too overly strenuous. I promise. It might be moving some furniture, but it's mostly painting."

"Am I being paid for my pain and suffering?" Saeran asked.

"I'm working for Jumin these days, Saeran," I bargained, "I'm sure we can work something out."

"I'm in," he agreed, "When are we leaving tomorrow morning?"

"I'm thinking eight o'clock."

"Boo," Saeran turned on his heel and headed out, "And next time you want me for something, MC, Saeyoung has to have pants on."

"No promises."

"MC," Seven kissed my cheek, "I love you so very much."

"And I you," I curled into him. Damn, this bath was a good idea.