A/N: Quick note, this chapter relies a lot on drinking. Second note, I don't know how to write drunk people, so sorry if this chapter feels off.

(Why do I write these guys drinking so much? Half this plot relies on them getting drunk haha.)

I have been slowly writing this little by little over the past few weeks so I'm also sorry for any inconsistencies.

Mystic Radio Ep. 14: The Party


Jaehee's POV

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The month flew by in the blink of an eye. Before I knew it, it was already time for the next RFA party. Now, I'm looking at a gorgeous MC standing in front of me. She's wearing a aqua blue dress that hugs her curves, and heels that make her taller than me by an inch or so. I can't move my eyes from the scene, and my heart starts skipping. My palms get clammy and I pray that MC can't tell how nervous I am.

'I should tell her how I feel.'. I've wanted to since I first realized I liked her, and it isn't from lack of trying. Somehow something would always come up and get in the way, ruining the mood.

I could have told her when we went to the park together. Just the two of us, sitting on the edge of the water fountain.

I could have told her that night she spontaneously decided to crank up the radio and dance to some pop song and we both collapsed on the couch giggling.

I even could have told her when we were cooking together last night.

But I didn't, I blew all the opportunities due to fear, or pigeons, and even a dog one time.

'At least I've had more time to evaluate my feelings.'. I'm even more sure of my feelings than before, and I can't deny I've fallen for her. In fact, I feel as if I'm still falling, and I still can't see the bottom.

"Can you help me with this?" MC asks, struggling with a pearl necklace.

She likes pearls for their more classic beauty. I made note of that for some reason, surprising me that she didn't prefer sparkling jewels. 'She really isn't like any woman I've met before.'.

I quickly wipe my hands on my black skirt, the one I used to wear at C&R, and go to clasp the necklace. She holds up her hair for me, and my nimble fingers quickly fasten the necklace around her neck. I allow my fingers to linger on her nape a few seconds more than necessary, and I hear her breath hitch.

"There we go, breathtaking," I comment. "Absolutely so.".

She averts her eyes and her face takes on a pink glow. "Thank you, Jaehee.". She swallows. "You look lovely yourself.".

I swear one could feel the electric tension in the room. At least, I think that's what it is. These past few weeks have been wonderful, and awkward, and absolutely terrifying, but in the best way possible. I don't want to lose this, but I don't want to push too hard it crumbles.

There's a car honk from out front, startling us both. I smooth down my tucked blouse out of habit, and nod my head towards the stairs. "Shall we go, my dear?" I say almost without thinking. I immediately regret it, seeing her shocked face. She doesn't respond, maybe she doesn't know how to. I laugh and quickly cover up, "I've been talking to Seven too much," I say nervously. Since when do I call him Seven?! I hope she didn't pick up on that...

"Yeah. Let's, um, let's go," she says quickly before brushing past me.

I scrunch my nose in thought. She's been acting strangely since her date with Zen. Sometimes she acts like we're bestfriends before turning around and acting like strangers. I really hope it isn't because I'm freaking her out. Just another reason on the list of why I haven't asked her out yet.

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MC POV

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Oh Jaehee what are you doing to my heart. I'm trying to give up on these feelings before one of us gets hurt.

I hide my face from her and sit between Seven and Yoosung in the limo.

"Isn't this great, MC?" Yoosung says with excitement. "You didn't get to ride the limo with us last time.".

"Oh yeah, Jaehee picked me up from Rika's," I say, remembering the first time I saw her face to face.


'I'm so nervous. What if she doesn't like me? She's never even seen my face, everything we've talked about could be a lie. This connection we've made. What if it doesnt transfer off screen?

Ive felt closer to her in these past few days than I have to anyone in a very long time... I don't want to lose that.

I snap myself back to reality. 'Stop overthinking dammit. Calm down MC, it's going to be okay. If she's anything like you think she is, she'll like you,' this thought calms me down.

She'll like me, even if not the same way I like her. I've always fallen fast anyways. It'll probably blow over soon, right?

I swallow my doubt and wait for a message saying I can come out, but instead I get a knock on the door.

Almost immediately all my worries resurface and I begin to panic slightly.

"MC, It's me, Jaehee. Are you ready?" I hear from the other side of the door.

I take a shaky breath and steel myself for what lies beyond the door. With a small smile, I open the door to a woman even more beautiful than in the pictures.

I can feel my mind blanking as I try not to stare. She's real. This is all real and she's right here.

My smile grows wider despite me trying to stop it, "Ready when you are.".

She gives me a once over with a slightly open mouth, "Luciel said you were pretty, now I know what he meant. You look lovely, MC," she says softly.

Hearing her say that is so much different than when she compliments me on text, or over a call.

She clears her throat, "Shall we go?" she asks.

"Yes, Jaehee," I grin ear to ear, "we shall.".'


"Seven to MC, are you there?" I hear, drawing me out of thought. "We're here," he says, "The others went in already.".

"Oh, okay," I reply, still in the middle of coming back to reality.

"Whatcha thinkin' there, MC? You were dazed out for a while.".

"I'm doing the right thing, giving up on Jaehee, right?" I ask him, still looking down.

He puts his arm on my shoulder, "I don't know. I can't hack into peoples brains sadly. Feelings are very complex codes. I do know, however, that it's a good thing you aren't worrying about it as much.". He chuckles, "You have a lot less 'what does it mean?!' panics.".

"Yeah," I mutter. "You're right.". I throw my head back with a groan, "I need a drink.".

"Lucky for you, we have plenty of booze inside!". He scoots out of the limo, readjusts his suit sleeves, and smooths down his vest, before nodding for me to follow. "Now, let's walk in like we own the place," he links his arm with mine, "Cause technically, we kinda do.".

I chuckle and we head in, a spring in his step. We mingle with some of the other guests, Sevens arm staying with mine the whole time. After convincing a few people to donate, we find the rest of the group already at one of the tables.

"The red and gold table cloths were a good choice," I note as Seven and I sit down, "It looks so fancy in here.". Out of habit, I ended up choosing the seat next to Jaehee's. This really isn't going to help my case if I keep doing stuff like this.

I pour myself a glass of champagne, and quickly drink it before I begin pouring a second glass.

My glass only gets half full before Jaehee puts her hand on my arm, causing me to stop. "MC, what are you doing?" she asks, clearly concerned.

"I just... Feel like celebrating tonight," I excuse. I give my most dazzling smile, though it doesn't compare to Zen's. "We have a lot to be happy about after all! So much has happened and it's only been seven months.".

Seven perks up, "So it's Seven O Seven Seven?".

"Yeah," I laugh, "There's probably seven things to be happy about that has happened.".

"Like Elizabeth the Third," Jumin says.

"You had her before though, I think MC meant more like... Taking a chance," Zen replies.

"The shop," I add.

"My new internship at C&R!" Yoosung says, "Even though sometimes it's hard..."

"To the revival of the RFA!" Seven exclaims.

"To pursuing my dream," Jaehee comments. She drinks down a glass of champagne, swirling it between sips. When she finishes, she adds "None of these would be possible without you, MC."

"That's right," Yoosung agrees, "Who knows what I'd be doing if MC didnt show up.".

"There probably wouldn't have been any more parties either," Zen points out.

"I'd be at home alone," Seven says solemnly.

Jumin lifts his glass, "I believe this calls for a toast. To MC, for changing our lives for the better, as far as we can tell.". He then takes a sip of his glass.

Everyone else lifts their glasses with a nod and drinks, and I cant't help but smile.

"You guys!" I say, eyes getting moist. "I'm glad to have met you guys too.".

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Jaehee POV

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We all drink from our glasses, Luciel and I knocking ours down.

I really shouldn't be drinking so much so fast. But I want all the liquid courage I can have, I want to tell MC, no, show her how much I like her.

After another drink, my head starts feeling fuzzy.

'You should stop,'my brain tells me, but I don't listen. One more cant hurt, could it? Or maybe two?

I look at her, and she's more beautiful than ever. My nervousness starts kicking in, and my palms get sweaty at the thought of confessing. I take another sip from my glass to cool my nerves.

Excusing myself, I go to the bathroom and splash cold water on my face, bringing me to my senses for a moment. "What am I doing?" I ask my reflection, my words slightly echoing through the empty stalls.

I drank too much. What, three, maybe four glasses? I groan, this is going to make tomorrow miserable. I don't know what's worse, the fact I know the champagne hasn't fully kicked in yet, or the fact that MC had way more than I did. I've only seen her drink so much once or twice.

I tuck my hair behind my ear and smile at myself in the mirror. I then walk out to see MC talking to a man in a suit, and stop a few feet from them.

She looks very, very gorgeous right now. 'I want to touch her, kiss her.'. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sigh. 'Now I'm tainting my image of her in my head.'.

There's something about her, I cant help but stare.

The man cracks a joke and she laughs with a smile that almost kills me. I feel slightly jealous I'm not the one making her smile like that, but at the same time, it's infectious. I feel a thin smile spread on my face as they wrap up their conversation.

'One day, maybe she'll be happy like that because of me.'.

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MC POV

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After a while, the crowd starts thinning, and the alcohol is setting in, causing my head to feel light. Jaehee looks way prettier to drunk me.

After a few too many drinks and hours of mingling with the guests, Jumin drops Jaehee and I off.

We both lean on each other for support, giggling as we climb the stairs.

I tell Jaehee, "I'm going to sleep now," and start wobbling towards my room.

I reach my doorway and that's when I notice Jaehee followed me. She has her hand on the doorknob, and I turn to face her. She has a look in her eyes I've never seen before. One of determination.

"What is-"

She interrupts, saying "I want you," and then pushes my back onto the door as she starts kissing my neck.

I let out a sharp breath as she sends chills down my spine. Is this a dream? No, this is too real. "Jae-Jaehee," I mutter.

This is everything I've been hoping for in the past half a year. But this isn't us. This is the alcohol. She opens my door and soon is pushing me backwards onto my bed.

She brings her face to mine and pulls me in close by the hips. She leans in and at the last second I turn my head out of the way. "This isn't right," I tell her.

"I thought you wanted this...".

"Not now not like this. We're both drunk, Jaehee," I laugh hysterically. "You wouldn't do this, I know you wouldn't.".

"But what if I did want this?" she asks, still confused.

"You wouldn't," I answer, chest hurting as I state reality, "This is just the alcohol. You would never actually want this.".

"But I-"

"Please just get out for now," I ask with a shaking voice.

You'll never want this, and I need to accept that. You're just a horny drunk is all. Why would you ever want this.

She opens her mouth as if to say something, then closes it and nods. "If that's what you want. I'm sorry, MC.".

She leaves and the door clicks shut, and I bury my tear covered face into my pillow.

I can't do this anymore. I need a break from this, from her, from everything. If I don't take one, I'll just hurt even more.

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Chapter 14. End.

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A/N: UPDATE FREQUENCY NOTE! IGNORE IF YOU DON'T CARE!
Okay! For starters, I am truly sorry for the lack of updates and long waits. Fall is a very busy season for me and between school, work, and my barely existent social life, I only have a few hours to work on this fic on the weekends. On top of all this, several unexpected issues have popped up.

I'd much rather post less often than make a very short episode every week because I feel shortening the length would ruin some of the flow between chapters. To everyone still reading and supporting this fiction, I appreciate you and your patience!

I promise I'm working as much as I can and hopefully I can resume a more stable schedule, but for now updates will be irregular. I will NOT be giving up on this fic so don't worry though! Thank you, and see you soon! ~ Thank you for your understanding, Des.


The spaceship's sensors have caught the RFA members meaningless thoughts...

Jumin: "Surely it's a bad sign when MC gets this hammered."

Yoosung: "We all live in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine! A yellow submarine!"


Thank you for reading this chapter of Mystic Radio! If you liked it, make sure to leave a like and subscribe so you know when the next update is! Now, go enjoy some Honey Buddha chips, and I'll see you next chapter! ~Des