Hey guys I'm late on this because of three very good reasons.
1) I got sick the week of finals
2) My daughter's class had a few things going on
3) I scratched my eye removing one of my contacts.
So here it is longer than normal.
This is like my first real smut. I am so sorry, hopefully it'll get better as it goes.
I still own nothing.
The day went kind of as Saeyoung had planned. Greeted in the lobby by Chaerin and her overly infectious bubbly personality. As they walked she talked about things that he was not too interested in. He added in the occasional 'yeah' or 'um' when it seemed necessary. He was trying to form some semblance of a plan. How he would get the information he wanted. What was the information he wanted? Why was he doing this? Saeran was right, he should have just stayed home. There was no real need for him here. There had been no searches on the Choi's, he had not reached out to them. Yong-Su Chon was of no risk to his family. Then why was he here? Why was he putting himself through this? Why was did not listen to his brother? The question swirled around in his mind. He was supposed to be a genius, and yet he had no answers for anything. Not what he was doing there. Not for why he continued to upset his brother by doing this. Nothing.
What was he looking for?
Why was he doing this?
Why did he want to know more about them?
His family was safe from his father. So why?
Still, no answers came. Was he that seriously messed up in the head? Saeyoung's head ached. His eyes burned. A halo floated around each source of light he passed in the hall. Which made his eyes and head hurt worse. It was not worth this. Then why was he here? This would be the last day he was here. That much he knew. His own actions were hurting his brother. He could not keep putting Saeran through this.
Then why did he come?
He would just go home tonight and makeup with his brother then go back to normal. The normal happy, bouncy, meme-loving Saeyoung that his family and the RFA knew. He was getting married in two weeks after all. Saeyoung was sure that there was something he could do to help with it. Then the party. Then there were things he needed to do for the twins. Like, set up their nursery. He did not need to be here.
Yet, he was, and he did not know why.
Today would close this chapter of his life. He would put Yong-Su and Chaerin Chon out of his life, and never speak to them again.
Chon's voice made Saeyoung's skin crawl as soon as he entered the door. He was way, way, too happy for 8 in the morning. The older man waiting just behind the first door as they entered the office. Saeyoung was a professional. He can hold his emotions and play the role. Any role that was given him. This one was not given to him, he chose this hell himself.
After 'fixing', all it needed was an update, then copied the entire hard drive and set a malware that he designed himself onto the computer. Maybe it would humor him tonight. The work was soul crushing at best. Repetitive and meaningless. If Chon needed something from him he would refer to him as 'son'. Every time that word came from that man's mouth a wave of nausea would come over him.
Dealing with Chaerin was different. She was sweet and polite. That sugar sweet personality infected the rest of the office by the end of the day. It was like she was the personal cheerleader of the office. It even lifted Saeyoung's mood by the time they left.
If the hacker took anything from this, it was, at least one if his sisters was a good person. That made the day more bearable. He could not wait to clock out. All Saeyoung wanted to do was go home and stay there for a while. Maybe not even leave his bed for a few days. Maybe he could actually get some sleep without the dreams that had been keeping him up at night.
By the end of the day, it was hard for him to dash out the door. The only reason he did not was because Chaerin wanted to walk out with him.
"So, I'll see ya Monday." She smiled as they reached the front door.
"Actually, I found another job. I start on Monday." Saeyoung said as Chaerin's face looked down.
"Oh, okay. Well here." She grabbed his arm and wrote her number on his wrist. "Text or call. You, me, and your wife should hang out sometime. It isn't every day I meet someone that treats me like a human and not a politician's daughter."
Saeyoung smiled as he nodded, "Yeah, I'll hit you up sometime." This was a promise he did not plan to keep. As soon as he would get home he would wash the number off. Hopefully, he would get home before Yeoja. That was an explanation he really did not want to get into tonight.
Chaerin lit up as he spoke and nodded and they parted way. For a moment he felt bad, but it passed as soon as he saw his car and the promise of him getting to go home. As the door was shut he'd ripped off the wig and had one of the contacts out. Blinking a moment to let his poor eyes rest before he put on his trademark yellow and gray glasses.
Peeling out of the parking deck blasting the loudest dubstep he could find, Saeyoung felt himself return to normal slowly.
His heart leaped when he pulled into the garage and saw Yeoja's car. He had not washed the number off his arm. Saeyoung was feeling better than he did this morning, almost normal. The music did wonders on his mood. Entering the bunker with the sounds of trumpets, something he programmed just for himself, other than that it was quiet.
Had everyone gone to sleep early?
The pale glow under Saeran's door and a light in the living room told him otherwise.
"Hey, babe, I'm home!" There was no answer. His brows knit together in confusion. "Wanna order a pizza and play Mario Kart? I just gotta take a quick shower."
That rush just before one of his panic attacks started to come over him. It was quiet in the bunker. It was unnerving. There was always some kind of sound in the bunker; music, the TV, one of the computers, something. The quiet bother him more than he liked to admit.
Saeyoung pressed his back to the wall just before the entrance to the living room. There was a light ruffling sound, maybe papers. The overactive imagination of the hacker went haywire, a humming only stopped it. Yeoja's light voice caught in the middle of humming and softly singing every other word. Leaving the wall to see her on the sofa curled around her sketch book. Her mind off in her little world that she expressed through her fingers on paper. Hair making a veil that closed her off from the outside as she explored the depths of her mind. With headphones on she was truly closed off to reality. He could watch her for years, wanting to hack into her brain when she was like this, but this did explain why she had not said anything.
When he left the safety of the shadow, Yeoja looked up. Saeyoung could not help but smile when they locked eyes.
"Hey, you okay?" She set her things on the coffee table and walked to him.
"I am now." Saeyoung took her into his arms and kissed the top of her head.
"Good, we need to talk." That panic attack he thought was gone was now back. Nothing good ever came after those words. This was his first relationship he had ever been in, but he had heard stories from others about that phrase. Her eyes were narrow as they looked at him. Saeyoung could not tell if she was mad or another emotion. The lack of knowledge of emotions once again failed him in placing how his significant other felt. With a hand on his chest, she pushed herself away and kept an arm's length away from him. That small hand, covered in graphite, bore into his chest as if it were on fire. If he tried to move closer she moved back.
"What's up?" He tried to keep his voice cool and hide the fact his brain was short circuiting trying to come up with what this could be.
"It's Saeran, don't get mad at him, but he told me about this mission you're on. He's worried that you might be too emotionally involved and could get hurt." Oh, that was it. Saeyoung took a long deep breath.
"What did he tell you about the mission." Saeyoung's eyes darken at the idea that Saeran telling her everything. He was going to, he just did not know when or how. The hand slipped from him and took its place at her side. She was looking at the tiled floor, curling and uncurling her toes. Once finding her words her eyes found his.
"Umm, He said that it was an information getting mission. That Vanderwood didn't know about. He said that he was good with the mission from the start but after some time, he wasn't. That you seemed to be engrossed in the mission even though you got what you wanted. That you're taking unnecessary risks for something that should have been closed last Sunday. Saeran wanted me to tell you to stop this before you get hurt." The worried look did not pass his notice. If that was all Saeran had told her then that was fine.
"Is that all?"
"Yes."
Moving faster than she could stop him, Saeyoung wrapped her in a hug and buried his face in her hair. Letting the fresh scent of the shampoo relax him. A hand finding its way to her stomach, his touch across her skin made her giggle. The panic attack that was wailing up in him faded in an instance with her in his arms.
"You don't have to worry, I'm done." His voice dropped an octave in her ear. She did not need to worry. She never needed to worry about him. Not now or ever, even if the argument was a moot point. He knew that she was always going to worry about him. With a kiss to the top of the head, Saeyoung moved to stand fully upright. "Well then, I'm going to go talk to my brother. Then take a shower. Can you order a pizza for us? We'll play some Mario Kart if you want." His trademark smile was back. It felt like a load had been taken off his shoulders just telling her that it was done. Saeyoung needed to talk to his brother. Tell him that he was sorry for hurting him. That he did it for his safety.
"Oh, so you wanna get stomped? Bring it ginger boy!" Yeoja taunted with a smile plastered across her face. Saeyoung started his trip to his brother's room. He was half down the hall when her voice echoed, "Ordering a pizza with pineapple!"
Saeyoung turned around, "Oh so you want to get a divorce before we are even married." This caused both to break out in a fit of laughter. This felt good. This felt right. This was who he was.
Saeran was a different matter to deal with. The glow from his room had not gone away. Guessing the younger twin must have been awake. Saeyoung knocked. There was no sound that came from room. Was his brother that mad at him, it had been awhile since he had given him a silent treatment. Not that he did not deserve this.
"Hey, bro, I want to talk." Nothing.
Yeoja popped up beside Saeyoung. She knocked this time.
"Hey, Saeran, Saeyoung wants to talk to you. He said he was going to stop the mission." The door opened. Saeyoung looked at the woman beside him.
Saeran appeared through the small crack of his door. The glow lit up his frail figure. Mint green eyes zeroed in on his older brother. "Saeran, it's okay. He said he was pulling out of this mission."
Saeyoung nodded at Yeoja's words. This caused the door to open wider and the former cult member to step into the hall. "I hope you know that I could not care less about you or what you do. Go and get killed. That's on you. Once you bring the safety of innocent children into your messed-up sense of justice then that's when I get pissed. You blatantly disregarded the safety of the twins and Yeoja to do this."
"Yes, you're right. I'm sorry. It's over. I'm done."
"You won't look any further into this mess?" Saeran's voice had gone back to the way it sounded when he was in mint eye. The eyes of his twin were not of the man that he had become over the last year but was filled with the same loathing for him when he was still in the cult. Saeyoung hoped that his action had not ruined the over a year of work that Saeran had accomplished.
"Yes, I will not look into it anymore." Saeyoung held his head low. He could not bring himself to look at his brother. It was true. He was done.
"Fine." The door slammed quickly, making the two in the hall jump.
Yeoja rubbed his arm in an attempt to soothe him. It could have gone worst, at least. Her fingers found their place in-between his and began to lead him to the living room. A few moments passed he excused himself to take a shower.
The pizza arrived, with no pineapples, it did have a stick figure drawing of a T-Rex on the box. After a couple of rounds of getting stomped in Mario Kart, his excuse was that he was tired it did not work with Yeoja. After her gloating with every win, he finally convinced her to go to bed.
"Hey, lay on your back. I wanna do something I read that book you were given." Saeyoung smiled as she sat down. That got a sideways glance from her. "Please?"
He crawled to her and pulled her down. She finally gave up and did what she was asked. Disappearing over his side of the bed made her sit up again to see what the hacker was planning. He could not be seen from where she was, he was digging around under the bed. That action alone made her even more suspicious. She was given the book 'what to expect when you're expecting' during her first visit to the baby doctor. Saeyoung immediately took it and read it before her. Only in the past few weeks had he given it back to her to read.
The red head popped back up with a book in hand, a large smile splitting his face almost in two. In the time, he had disappeared to his reappearance, his glasses had made a disappearing act all their own. She recognized the book he had, The Hobbit, but not why it mattered right now. Saeyoung pushed her back down, pushed up her shirt to expose her middle, rested his head right below her breast, and began to read. She was not going to complain that he was reading it in English. He kept his voice low as his thumb made gentle circles right at her belly button. The vibrations of his voice comforted her in a way that had never been accomplished before. It had only hit her when he was half way through the chapter what he was doing.
He was reading to their children.
A hand found its way to his head. Slightly pulling on the thick locks as it moved across his scalp. If he was a cat right at that moment he would have been purring. This was his family. This was where he belonged. He listened to her breathing as it began to even out. Her fingers began to slow to a lazy pattern. Once he had reached the end of the chapter, Saeyoung stopped but continued to rub circles onto her skin.
"So small." He whispered knowing that she was most likely asleep. Mesmerized by the tiny bump that was no more than a handful. It was slowly moving through her belly button. Every day it was gradually getting bigger. A breathy giggle told him, his partner was still awake.
"I'm 12 weeks. They are about the size of limes. If there was just one then I wouldn't even be showing right now." The patterns in his hair continued. It took him a moment to visualize what two limes would look like. A soft smile broke out across his face. His small, beautiful, perfect children. Saeyoung could not wait to meet them. "Okay, your turn. You lay on your back. I want to do something for you."
Saeyoung did not move for a minute. He kept still as she tried to push him off her. Cuddling in deeper to her, she finally gave up with a sigh. That was when he sat up and flopped on his back. Only to get hit in the face with a Pokeball pillow. The bed shifted as she moved to straddle his hips. Keeping the pillow firmly placed over his eyes. The weight shifted again as she reached for something. Releasing the pillow, he saw one of his neckties in her hand. The red silk woven in between her fingers. Rubbing the soft fabric slowly as she thought. Almost being able to read each one as it went through her mind made his heart rate speed up. Placing the tie to her lips as the winning idea came to her. Hiding the almost sadistic smirk as she kissed the fabric.
"Do you trust me?" He nodded fervently, "Then take off your shirt."
He did as he was asked. Nearly ripping the thing off as it went over his head. Flinging the tank top off to the great unknown of his bedroom. Yeoja played with the tie a moment to loosen it up. In a teasing manner, as if to show him what she was going to do with him. The tie fell over her wrist. Slowly expanding it, letting him watch as the silk glided over her skin. Once she was happy with her work, placed it over his head to rest on his eyes. The bed shifted again as her warmth vanished from his skin. There was a pop of something on her side of the bed. Waiting was not something he had to do for long. One of his hands was in hers, becoming slick with something as her thumbs rubbed deep into his palm. Mint and eucalyptus floated in the air as she worked over each finger. Slowly and carefully pulling at each digit. Giving each one attention before moving to its neighbor. Earning a moan as she moved down to his wrist.
His hands were surprisingly soft. The years of working with computers seemed to have overwritten anything his field work required of him. It was almost like the man had no identifying mark left on his hand. Which could have been true.
The lack of sight heightened everything else. The feeling of her smooth hands working their magic on his skin. The way he could hear her breath hitch as he moaned when her fingers moved to a new location. The bed shifting as she readjusted herself.
Yeoja straddled him once more, he could feel the smirk that she wore when she realized what effects she had on his body. Her lips brushed his. Rolling her hips against his earned her a hiss between gritted teeth. She knew exactly what she was doing and loved every moment of it. His hands clasped around her hips as he thrust up. The friction was pure bliss. He got in a few thrusts before her hands went around his wrist and pulled them above his head. They were both panting. Hot breath seared his neck. Making every one of his nerve endings take notice.
"I'll take care of you don't worry," Yeoja promised. Placing kisses down his throat. "Give me a minute."
He would give her all the time in the world. Saeyoung nodded again and she took ahold of his other hand. With more body oil, she gave this arm the same treatment its twin had just received. Slowly moving towards his shoulder. Once there, both of her hands set work across his chest and abdomen. Tracing the outline of his muscles or what was still there. There was still definition in his chest and shoulders. Moving lower was just toned with a line splitting his left from his right.
She left his hips but felt her hair brush his face. "Can you roll over for me."
It took him a moment to adjust the tent he was pitching in his basketball shorts before he could roll over without being in pain. She set to work on his lower back. Rubbing deep circles right above his hips. Then pressing her thumbs into his skin as she moved along his spine. It was now of all times Saeyoung was happy that his room was sound proof. His moans had gotten louder. Working each knot from his back. Tracing each line of his frame. Placing light kisses to the back of his neck when she had reached his shoulders. Digging deep when she made a pass just below his shoulder blades. He let out a strangled moan and involuntary rut into the bed. Stars burst behind his lids as she did it again causing the same reaction.
That was something she was going to have to put away for later use.
She gave him a break to move to his neck. Working up the column to behind his ears. Moving her way up to his head. By then the oil she had, had long since gone. Pads of her fingers made quick work then moved lower to his legs. Giving each one the attention it was due. Although he had never though his legs as something that could turn him on. He was wrong. Whatever his wife-to-be was doing was leaving him a puddle of sounds and noises he was not sure, before now, he could make.
"Flip over." He was more than happy to accommodate that request.
She worked over the front of his legs. Dipping underneath the silk of the shorts. Gasping as she brushed the junction of his thigh and pelvic bone. Never where he needed the real attention. Saeyoung did not need his eyes to know that he was standing tall and proud. Every tease that was administered left him whimpering for relief.
The bed shifted as Yeoja moved away. The thought that she would leave him in a made him rut into the air.
"Please…" was all he could achieve. Every nerve ending in his body was on fire. He had never had a work over that good in his life. He heard a hum from her side of the bed. Saeyoung knew she had a smirk as she looked him over. Patting the bedding beside him, there was no Yeoja. Where had she gone? Her fingers were once again in his. A sigh of some relief come from his lips.
A pressure ground across his manhood. Throwing back his head, a deep moan ripped from the back of his throat. It was not skin to skin but it was an alleviation of some sort. By God, he was going to take it right now. Her weight shifted as the bed dipped beneath her. Moving between his legs closer to him.
"What do you want?" It should have been a simple enough answer for him. What he wanted was her on top of him. What came out as her hand moved rhythmically against his manhood, however, was a series of moans, grunts, and gasps. His vocabulary was reduced to noises as his mind fogged over.
"You… God… please…." was all he could get out. Her hand was removed. In one move his shorts and boxers were pulled down enough for his manhood to spring free. There was no time to feel the cool of the room as the warmth of Yeoja's mouth and hand wrapped around him quickly. Another whimper came from him as she worked his length. He was sent to space with each trace of her tongue and move of her hand. NASA could not find him for he was too far gone. Setting a steady pace, every pull and twist of her soft hand sent him further away from his body. His hips rutted into her once finding a pace that seemed to be her liking. As each incoherent sound left his lips in a plea for her to continue. Teeth grazed across his tip. To be followed by an apologetic tongue. The wet muscle followed a vein underneath his length. Quickly he was brought back down as his climax neared. His hand found her head. Gripping at her locks to stop as what should have been stopped escaped from his mouth. For all he knew in his foggy state was a series of grunts.
Yeoja pulled away. Leaving him to shiver in the cool night air of the room. His hands fumbled over themselves as he pulled away from the tie. Once free the tie joined tank top in the ether. A blurry outline of Yeoja moved out the corner of his eye. Saeyoung turned and caught her face in his hands. Lightly biting her lip for permission to enter. She gave it, he could still taste himself on her. Their tongues fought for dominion. Breaking for air, she pressed her forehead against his. Molten gold orbs looked back at her. His pupils blow wide in lust. As they studied every detail of her face. He could never get enough of her, every breath, every thought, every turn of her head was a work of a God in his eyes. He shifted higher to kiss her forehead to move down her throat. Leaving love nips every few kisses. It was her turn to moan as he took a bit of her flesh between his teeth. The nips turned into full bites when he reached her shoulder. Pulling the collar of the shirt aside to access the soft skin that was hidden. Laying another love bite that was surely going to leave a mark on her collarbone.
In a flurry, his hand went up her shirt to undo the ungodly number of latches that her bra had. Cursing each one as he moved to it. This made her giggle. Saeyoung looked up at her. She was the most beautiful burry outline ever. He could not help but smile at her laugh, even if it was at his expense.
Kicking out of his shorts and boxers, Saeyoung moved to settle between her legs. Slowly easing the shirt and the bra he had given up on over her head. Once the offending articles were gone, he set to work where he had left off. Her arms wrapped around her breast stopping him from going any further. Lightly he tugged at her arms, whimpering in her ear.
"Please, let me make you feel good too." His words broken up between kisses to her neck and collar. She shook her head. He continued to place kisses on her skin. "You're beautiful. I will love you no matter what. I want to see all of you."
Whispering his undying love into her skin. Slowly he managed to wiggle one arm free. His hand held it in place, fingers interlocking. Saeyoung moved towards the freed breast, just before taking the nipple in his mouth, he saw what she was hiding. Her nipples had become darker. The pregnancy book had said this would happen.
"See, you're beautiful. You'll always be beautiful. Don't hide from me. Please." Whispering in her ear as he got the other arm from around her. "I will love you no matter what you look like."
Returning to the now freed breast. Worshiping her skin with nips and licks before moving to the puckered nipple. His tongue lapped around the hardened nub. Letting his teeth graze against it as he pulled back. The hand that was not occupied latched onto her other one. Carefully kneading it. Rolling the neglected one between his fingers. Her back arched at his work. Her legs locked around his as it was her turn to grind him. Seeking friction to alleviate her growing need. He was more than happy to provide that for her. Lightly he began to grind back, a warmth he knew all too well began to form at her juncture. Smiling, he lowered himself down, kissing every inch of skin he encountered. His hands came to join him at her hips. Looking up for any signs of protest, Yeoja breathlessly nodded, he removed her sleep pants and panties in one go.
Most times he would drag it out. Either with pleasure, him taking his time with every inch of her skin. Making sure that each part of her got the same attention as the last. Or he would almost torture her, never really touching where she wanted. Avoiding certain parts knowing what turns her on and what did not. This often involved a lot of biting, teasing or tickling. Saeyoung was passed even thinking about drawing this out. All he had to make sure of right now, was that he was not going to hurt her.
A finger traced the outline of her entrance before sinking itself deep within her. Her body welcomed his appendage as it moved. Crooking it just so earned another gasp, before pulling out. Replacing the thin finger with the tip of his erection. Moving to hover over her. He bent down for another kiss, this one was slow, as he hands memorized the outline of her body. With each brush of their lips, he began to open them. She mimicked as the tip of his tongue grazed her lower lip.
"I love you." He bent down to kiss her as he thrust into her. Swallowing the loud moan that she made. It had been so long since they had been connected like this. Their tongues danced with one another, not vying for who was controlling who, of love and need. One of her hands went to his hair while the other one found its home on his back. The dull pain of her nails scrapping along his back made him rut into her. He looked up to see the smirk on her face, she now knew one of his weaknesses, and she planned to use it.
Yeoja rocked herself against him, sliding almost completely off his hardening shaft. He grabbed her hip and thrust hard into her. Making her hips leave the bed with each subsequent thrust, before settling into a rhythm. Gasps began to get quicker as there seemed to be a sudden lack of oxygen. The work she did before leave him tittering on the edge. So deliciously close to his release. He reached between her folds to rub the swollen bundle of nerves, as picked up his pace. She needs to be pushed over the edge before him. With the tightening of her walls, Saeyoung adjusted once more. Moving to sit fully up and angle the thrust just so.
Yeoja's hands slid down his forearms. Nails leaving red welts in their wake. A few more thrust and she were gone over the edge. Her body tightened around him as she spasm. Saeyoung was close behind. Burying his head in her shoulder as he released everything inside her.
It took him a moment to pull out and collapse beside her. Leaving out one of the arms to welcome her to his chest. She took it after her breathing had returned to normal.
"I forgot to put on a condom." He said as his own breathing turned. She only chuckled as she nuzzled his chest.
"I'll tell you if you get me pregnant again." Saeyoung kissed the top of her head as they both drifted off to sleep.
That weekend had gone well. It was Saturday night before they could convince Saeran to leave his room. After that everything seems to fall back into place. Saeyoung's laughter. Saeran threatening Saeyoung for some bad pun.
When Monday morning came, it was welcomed. The stress and worry of the last week could be put behind them. Monday's meant only one thing for Yeoja, studio time. She did not have to worry about another class or her study group. It was just her and a canvas. The thought almost made her giddy. If she could only free herself from between the human equivalent of space heaters. Saeran had found his way into hers and Saeyoung's bed. Most mornings it was nice to wake up to something warm. Since Saeyoung said because of the computers and electronics that he could not bump up the heat. Leaving the bunker, a bit warmer than Hoth. One was nice but sleeping between the two of them made her sweat. Unlike his older brother, thankfully, Saeran was not as clingy in his sleep. The older hacker wrapped himself around her. Hot breath on her shoulder. Stray hairs tickling her neck and cheek.
Under a promise not to make fun of him, Saeyoung had told her that they had slept in the same bed until he left. That in some odd way it made them both feel better, whether Saeran wanted to admit it. After Saeyoung had rescued Saeran from the hospital, Saeyoung had slept beside his brother. The way he had described it, he had to make sure his brother would be there when he woke up. Even as Saeran attacked him. Now, Saeran would just randomly pop up in bed next to her.
The messy mop top of the younger Choi faced her. His hair was the same as his brother's, coarse but oddly addicting to have running through her fingers. Saeran looked so innocent when he slept, even facing away from her. Clad in a white tank top, his shoulders were exposed to her. The scars that were scattered across his small frame peaked out at odd angles from the neck, arm holes, and from where the shirt had ridden up on his sleep. Saeyoung had many of the same scars over his body. Some thick and protruded from his skin. While others were cut deep into his milky flesh. Yeoja had never asked how they had gotten their scars or about their family life. All she knew was from when Saeyoung had told her in the apartment. The hurt in his eyes as he spoke about his mother and the treatment that he and his brother had gotten, nullifying any questioned that may have ever come up.
Finally managing to wiggle from between them, Yeoja set to work to get ready for the day. Paints, pencils, a couple of sketch pads, her brushes, and canvases. First, a shower. Yoosung's text buzzed, informing her that he was sick and was not going to school. The new DLC for LOLOL must have dropped, and that was why he was 'sick'. She would ask one of the twins later if that was the case. Everything was in order but the canvases and brushes, both were back in her room. Did she really need them? Maybe she would not wake them up.
The door opened to the room before she reached it. It took her a moment to realize the man in front of her was not her boyfriend. Saeran did not have in his pale green contacts in, instead of a pair of thin rimmed glasses.
"Sorry did I wake you up?" Saeran shook his head, with glasses the term identical twins really hit home. There were still some slight differences between them, but it was harder to pick them out when Saeran did not have his contacts in.
"No, I had meant to ask you to wake me up so I could go with you to school."
"Oh, that's cool. I just have studio time today so it doesn't really matter how long I stay. You can hang out with me in the art room." Yeoja smiled at the clearly annoyed Choi.
"Yeah, thanks. I have to go pick out my classes. Also, if you don't mind can you run me by the eye doctor. I dropped one of my contacts down the drain. I'm hoping my new ones are there already." Yeoja nodded as Saeran sauntered into his room.
After her morning ritual and loading up the car with canvases and her art bag. They were off. The dark outline of buildings with the orange glow of the morning sun welcomed them as they enter the city. The music filled the void between them on the way to school. Saeran was not the most talkative human in the world. Which this morning was fine. Her mind was off planning her senior project for art. Something she had been putting off for a while was now catching up with her.
Falling in line to enter the university, Saeran watched the people in the other cars. All were in differing stages awake. There were some messing around on their phone. A few putting on makeup. Even a couple of people praying over their caffeinated drink of choice. As if the caffeine Gods would grant them the power to stay awake through their early morning lectures. He had never been to a proper school, most of his learning came from Mint Eye. He liked to learn but was never given the chance to do it properly. It was Yeoja's idea for him to try out University and see how he liked it. It had come to shock no one when he got into Sky. Although, Yeoja and Yoosung complained about how hard they had to study for the entrance exams and he had acted as if they were nothing. Looking on to his new class mates one thing became clear. The culture of his life before and now was staggering. Even if the two people worshiping over the canned heart attack reminded him of some of the cult members.
The only saviors here were, caffeine and Google.
"Hey, you need help?" Saeran asked as Yeoja began to unload her things. Finding a parking spot was not the easiest thing. Even though the parking tag assigned where they should park. It did not mean there would be parking in the lot. It made him feel better that he was just going to take online classes.
"I got this. You go do your thing and come find me after you're done." With an arm full of the canvases, she went to the art building. Leaving another load for her to come back to.
Art had been her first love. She had gone to a high school of the arts. She had wanted to be an art teacher. Psychology was just an afterthought, she had only chosen to dual major after they had a guest speaker. Which caused her to spend another two years in school. The red brick building had been her home for the better part of six years. With its sloppingarch ways and large welded pieces in the place of trees. Tinkling of wind chimes of various sizes. Tie-dyed cloth spread between poles blew in the soft cold February breeze. It was easier for her to be herself here in this place.
The studio room was a large room with desks and storage space along the wall. There were easels in the corner in case someone needed to borrow them. Extra supplies in totes in various locations. Once she had staked her claim at one of the chairs near to the wall so she could use the desk, it was time for trip number two.
Opening the car door to get her things Yeoja noticed that her art bag was missing. She knew that she had brought it. It was hard to miss the brightly colored woven draw string bag. It looked like a 1960's poncho had a one night stand with a bookbag while on an acid trip. It was hideous, that was the reason she had bought the thing. It was not in her back seat where she had left it. Checking the rest of the car proved that the bag was missing. Nothing else was, just the bag. Her easel had cost her more than the contents and the bag put together. If the person was going for her wallet, it was safely locked in her dash. All the robber got was art supplies. Hell, it had not even been her good stuff.
Maybe Saeran had grabbed it when he offered to help.
From: Yeoja
To: Saeran
Hey, do you have my bag with you?
It was not a few moments later she received his text.
From: Saeran
To: Yeoja
backseat
Maybe, she had left it at the house. Saeyoung had to be up, maybe. There was a clawing deep in her, pleading to be free. Her fingers tapped out a rhythm on her stomach as the phone rang. Saeyoung's voice mail answered. Trying to call him again the feeling rose in her. This was a need for something she could not have.
"Hey." Saeyoung's sleepy voice came through the line.
"Hey, babe, can you check the living room and see if I left my bookbag there." A groan was her answer. She could hear him move off the bed and through the hall.
"Yeah, you left it." Saeyoung groaned again in his zombie state.
"My gray one or the draw string." This got a grumble out of the hacker as the sound of cloth against the wall drowned out whatever he had said.
"Gray." Yeoja bounced on her toes as she looked at the car next to her. The feeling got worst. Like her entire body was being rung out.
"Damn, sorry, I woke you up." As she went to hang up Saeyoung said something. "Can you repeat that?" Placing the phone back to her ear.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, someone stole my art bag." She continued to bounce and tap out the rhythm. It did not help the feeling.
"Do you need anything?"
"No, it's fine." He chuckled but she was serious, what she wanted was something he could not help with. It never failed, once she thought she had quit for good something would happen. Causing her to reach for another cigarette. Addiction to a large amount of caffeine and nicotine was the worst things she had gotten into. "I gotta go talk to campus police."
After the customary 'I love you' she hung up. Still bouncing. Still wanting that cigarette. This was not how Mondays were supposed to go. It was her free day. Starting the long trek to where the campus police were, Yeoja flipped through her phone looking for a picture of the bag. She knew she had taken one after she had gotten it.
This was annoying.
A cigarette would help.
"You know you're going the wrong way." Yeoja turned to look for the owner of the voice. It was her art advisor, Mr. Kim. He was a tall skinny man in his late thirties with long hair tied in the back. Yeoja explained why she was going the wrong way to him, "Well damn. Need a smoke?"
Yes, yes, she did. She knew the risks involved in smoking while pregnant. One should not hurt anything. It would at least calm her down enough to talk to the police. Yeoja held out her hand for the forbidden. Before lighting up she looked around, who knows how long it would take Saeran to do his stuff. The last thing she wanted was to fight him in the parking lot. Once seeing the coast was clear she lit up and took a long drag. It felt good. A lot better than it should have. The pair began to walk together to the guard station.
"Damn, hot box why don't ya." Mr. Kim looked at her.
"Your cigarettes taste like shit. I'm hurrying." All she needed was that calming effect of the nicotine.
"Well, You're a shit student." He laughed.
"And you're a shit teacher." It was easier to talk with him compared to Dr. Park. He was more of a friend while Dr. Park was more of a parent.
The campus police were not helpful. She left her information and a picture of the bag with them. All they said was they if they find it they will call her. Having to resign herself to the fact that her bag was now gone for good. This pissed her off even more. It was not the fact that the stuff was valuable, but it was her things. The walk back to was just about as enjoyable. The sun was making it higher in the sky as it attempted in vain to warm the earth below. Casting long shadows across the parking lot. If she had been in a better mood she would have enjoyed the beauty of it all. Maybe even take a picture to use later in a painting.
"I bet I know who did this." She seethed with the light in her hand flicking it on and off. "Friday, there was this note on my car. Hell, I thought it was a prank so I threw it away. I bet whoever did this got pissed and took my shit."
This got a raised eyebrow from the older man. She had not told anyone. It looked more like a joke that someone had seen a bad movie. Why would anyone take a note with newspaper letters as anything other than a joke? Once they had reached her car, there was an envelope under her windshield wiper. Muttering as she raced to her car and ripping it apart to see what was inside. Really a ransom note for a bookbag.
"I will ruin you." Mr. Kim had read the letter aloud. "You must've made someone mad."
Yeoja, took a deep breath and tore the note in half and threw it in the nearest trash can. They took her stuff and now they were threatening her?
"Need another?" Mr. Kim offered the open pack to her, but she shook her head.
"I'm trying to quit." But she still felt like she needed another one. This got a smile out of the man as he pulled out one for himself. Locating the extra hoodie that was stored in her trunk, she threw the one she smoked in into the back. Then she sprayed herself down with body spray and got a piece of gum. That should work.
"Your boyfriends and girlfriend don't like it when you smoke?" Yeoja shook her head. Hoping beyond hope she had covered the smell enough not to cause Saeyoung have an aneurysm. God only knew what Saeran would do. Let alone the rest of them. She knew she was pregnant, she knew that better than anyone in the RFA. She knew the damaging effects that smoking can cause a fetus. One would not hurt them. She had smoked for the first month that she was pregnant. That was not any kind of excuse, but that was what she was going with. "Well, since you have nothing better to do. Why don't we talk about that senior project of yours?"
With a sigh, she followed the man back into the building. This was going to be a long day.
Saeran joined them about an hour later. He took one look at the still clearly annoyed Yeoja and took a seat beside her. Then to the older man that sat across her. Over her shoulder, he saw what she was working on. It was a rough outline of different sized boxes that did not completely come together that led into a larger box.
"Nice to finally meet you Saeyoung." Saeran bristled at the man. Pins pricks ran down his spine at the assumption that he was his brother. Yeoja laughed.
"No this is Saeran. Saeyoung's twin." Yeoja corrected. Saeran did a small bow to the man.
"Did you find your bag?" This caused Yeoja to grit her teeth.
"No, someone stole the thing out of the car." She roughly scratched at her head.
"And they even left a ransom note, spooky." The man across the table waved his hands with a big smile across his face.
Yeoja caught the worried look on the young hacker's face. "It happens all the time." This was of little help to her, but it seemed to work on the red head. His features relaxed as he sank into the chair. It was true, this happened all the time on campus. There were signs all over the parking lots telling students to lock their cars and take their valuables. It still sucked that it was her stuff.
She took a quick photo of the drawing she had done and with a goodbye to her teacher they left. Saeran had been quiet the rest of the time they were there. It was hard to get a read on the man. What was he thinking? Was he thinking at all? Yeoja looked at her phone after deciding that questioning Saeran for answers was not worth it now. The phone had been on silent while from before she left the house. Flipping through the conversations that the RFA had been having without her. Jumin, Jaehee, and Zen had been on this morning. Since no one was on now she decided to leave a message for everyone.
Yeoja: Hey everyone can I get a selfie from everyone? I wanna use them for my project.
Yeoja: Jaehee can you take one of Jumin for me?
She giggled at the thought of the man taking a selfie of himself. The last one he had sent was blurry and unable to make out what it was supposed to be of. She turned quickly and got a picture of Saeran. He just shook his head at her action.
Saeyoung has entered the chat
Saeyoung: Hey
Saeyoung: Hey
Saeyoung: Did you find your bag?
Yeoja: Nope it's gone
Yeoja: Someone stole it out of my car.
She had left out the note on purpose but she was sure the younger twin might tell his brother later tonight.
Saeyoung sent his crying emoji
Saeyoung: I'm sorry
Yeoja: It's okay. It sucks but it's okay.
Yoosung has entered the chat
Yeoja: Hey feel better?
Yoosung: No I think I got that stomach bug going around school
Saeyoung: you sure you're not pregnant?
Yoosung: I'm a man
Yeoja: That means nothing.
Yeoja: I read a few fanfics where a guy gets pregnant.
Saeyoung: Awwww
Saeyoung: Three new RFA members
Saeyoung: They'll be best friends
Yoosung: I am a man! I can't get pregnanat
Yeoja: But if you are then I heard you can inherit Disney world!
Saeyoung: Free rides for everyone!
Saeran read over her shoulder at the teasing the blonde was getting. He almost felt sorry for him. Almost. It was nice to see Yeoja relax and smile after the morning she had. She said her goodbyes as they reached the car. Things had to turn around after today.
The week did not turn around. Every day when she left class there was a note. Tuesday, she had read it. The note was some ominous crap about ruining her family. The rest of the week she just threw the note away without even opening it. The sick human could not get their rocks off if they got no emotion from her. It had to be because she was becoming hormonal. Pregnancy hormones were supposed to the worst. If she were to meet these humans leaving her the notes. They would find out how bad a pregnant woman could be.
As she had predicted, Saeran had told his brother about the little 'ransom note'. It took some convincing from Yoosung for Saeyoung and Saeran to calm down. Stupid pranks happen all the time on college campus'. This was no different. It was a dumb prank by some kids. As much as this little prank was pissing her off, that was all it was. Friday, she was hoping, was going to be her sweet release from this week. Studio time in the morning, where she brought everything in one go, then her study group. Something to drag her mind away from what had been going on.
Yoosung helped her lug in her things Friday. Even staying with her to talk until his first class. It was nice being around the young blonde. He understood somethings that her beloved and future brother in law did not. Like, even though it was a private university it still had crappy people. They laughed and joked together. Yoosung even tried to joke about the bookbag ransom notes. How she might have been throwing away hostage pictures of her beloved bag. This got her rolling at the idea of hostage pictures with her bag in them.
The ugly bag tied to a chair.
With a blindfold on.
Maybe one with a gag.
After the blonde left, she was left with her music in the empty room. If she was still living alone she would not need the space. Saeyoung hung around her when she painted. Sometimes hanging off her. leaving her unable to work. It was time she needed alone. Something she missed greatly. Yeoja had lived alone for almost six years. Only within the last month and a half had she started living with the Choi's full time. Finding an excuse to leave to go hunt down some food after a few hours. The granola bars only held off hunger so long. Her babies were hungry, and they were letting their mother know it.
It was cold that morning. Much colder than the rest of the week had been. Pulling the hoodie tight over her as a bitter wind washed over the land. It was still winter and the season was letting everyone know it. Students moved quickly from their cars to their respective buildings. The cafeteria was on the other side of campus and she did not want to drive there. Even if it was really cold. The cold felt nice today mixed in with what warmth the sun provided.
"Yeoja?" She saw a woman coming up to her. It took her a moment to place who the woman was.
"Mrs. Chon, how are you?" Yeoja smiled as she met the woman half way.
"Fine, thank you." The older woman's smile made rays across at the corners of her eyes. "I came to see you actually."
Yeoja tilted her head a bit at the statement.
"My daughter, Chaeyeong, is giving a lecture about children with disabilities. I remembered you were interested in that. I asked Dr. Park where I might find you to tell you." Yeoja felt honored that the wife of the prime minister remembered her. They had only met for a short time. She smiled at the offer and nodded.
"I just want to grab some food first. Can I do that?"
"Yes, sweetie, it is almost lunch time." The older woman laughed. Making her eyes have rays at the corners of them again. "Oh, so I noticed that you haven't told anyone about you helping with the RFA."
"Yeah, I don't even think it could come up in conversation. Like how am I supposed to tell Dr. Park? Yea, I currently work for a secret organization that raises money for a good cause. Pretty sure she'd think I was in a cult." Yeoja laughed. This causes the older woman to laugh as well.
It was odd seeing the well-dressed women in a school cafeteria. It seemed like she would fit in where ever Jumin liked to go eat. Opting for fries to eat on the way there. Thankfully the morning sickness seemed have gone away. She was still left with heartburn after everything she ate, but at least she was rushing to the nearest bathroom after every meal.
On the trip there, was filled with mostly small talk. Yeoja offered some of her fries to Chaeha, and she gladly took a few. It seemed that everything this woman did was out of place of her station in life. From the way, she spoke to her. To her willingness to go to a school's cafeteria. Nothing about Chaeha Chon made sense.
"Do you like being a politician's wife?" Yeoja finally asked half way to the auditorium.
"Yes, as long as you can stay away from scandal. It has its perks." Chaeha smiled, "So, Dr. Park was telling me that you are interested in helping children." Yeoja nodded eating the last of her fries. "My daughters graduated with a degree in early education. Chaerin went to help her father's career, but I know after, they want to open a learning center for children with developmental disabilities. Maybe after you graduate you can join them?"
Yeoja stopped and looked at the woman. "I know what Dr. Park has told me about you. You like to help. You want to help everyone you meet. You have the sense to go out of your way to help at times. You love to have fun and joke around. It's just like my girls. I know you three would get along so well. After this, I will introduce you to Chaeyeong."
The rest of the way was silent as she mulled over the older woman's words. When they reached the auditorium, Yeoja scanned her student ID while Chaeha found seats. Most of the students there were education majors. Finding Chaeha in the very back row, she took her seat next to her.
"Shouldn't we be in like the front row?" Yeoja questioned trying to get comfortable in the seat.
"Either of my daughters like it when we sit up front. They say it make them nervous." Chaeha beamed brightly. "Do you still live with your parents?"
"No, I haven't since I started school. They live a few hours away. Right now, I live with my…" Her voice trailed off as the lights lowered. It gave her time to remember what Dr. Park had told Chaeha. "Husband and his brother." Finally remembering. Although this time next week it would not be a lie.
"Ah young and in love." Chaeha smiled back at her, "Do you get along with his brother?"
"Saeran is quiet, but yeah, we get along. He likes to keep to himself most of the time. Saeyoung is the complete opposite." Yeoja smiled back.
"What is their age differences?"
"Oh, their twins."
By this time the person introducing, Chaeyeong Chon had come out. They were a member of the education department. When Chaeyeong walked out on stage, if Yeoja did not know better she would have thought that it was Saeyoung. The lights reflected the fire in her hair. Even as far away as she was she could see the molten gold of her eyes. If she were to meet this woman on the street, she would have groped her.
The talk lasted about an hour, and Yeoja could not pay attention to any of it. It was the way that Chaeyeong looked. So very close to the way that the Choi's looked. The fiery red hair that curled at the end. Gold eyes that seemed to glow. The smile that covered the entire face.
It was like looking at a twin of her boys.
Then it came to her. Something Saeyoung had told her that day in the apartment, about his family.
Our father is one of the presidential candidates at the moment.
I won't tell you who, since you might get in danger.
Even before he was elected as congressmen, he was an honorable man on the outside.
But… he and my mother had twins without marrying. Of course, our father probably didn't know about us when we were born.
Since she asked for money in return for keeping quiet about us.
When we were young, our mother didn't let us leave the house. She didn't consider us as her children, but as a tool to threaten our dad.
Our father tried multiple times to kidnap us.
After getting baptized, I got the name 'Luciel', learned computers, and became hopeful of escaping my parents' eyes.
But… There just wasn't any way for me to save Saeran, no matter how I tried… My father became more and more powerful, and I lived in fear of him trying to take us out.
Thankfully with V's help… I was able to abandon my identity and family and go abroad so that my father can't track me.
The darkness and sadness in his eyes as he spoke about his family bore into her. The way the dark circles framed his lower lids as all light disappeared from his honey colored eyes. He was pulling on his headphone wire in a way that seemed like a calming mechanism for him. How small he seemed in that moment. Even though he was two heads higher than her, he seemed to shrink as he spoke. Yeoja was not in the auditorium of her school but in Rika's apartment. The sights and sounds could not reach her until a soft hand clasped her shoulder.
"Hey come on." Did she really want to go now? If her suspicions were correct did Chaeha know about the Choi's? She had met the Prime Minister at Jumin's work… even gave him her email. Was that why the twins acted the way they did the day of the Prime Minister's visit? Nervously Yeoja nodded and went to talk to Chaeyeong. After exchanging pleasantries, Yeoja excused herself, saying that she had gotten a text from one of her friends and she needed to go. Chaeyeong handed her a card with her information on it and told her to contact her anytime.
Yeoja collected her things and raced to her car. Throwing the damned note in the back of her car. Yeoja brought out her phone to find that the thing was dead. She slammed the back of her head to the head rest.
Turning on the radio, there was breaking news. The Prime Minister's daughter Chaerin Chon was pregnant without being in a relationship.
Yeoja peeled out of the parking lot. Hopefully, she if she was right, she would reach her boys before the news did.
God, for the first time in her life she hoped she was wrong.