You wake up to sunlight streaming through your window the next morning. You groan and pull the blanket up to your head, hiding from the light. You hear the door creak open, someone's footsteps making their way to you, and you mumble something like "Mom, it's too early." One side of the bed dips down as the person sits down on the corner.
"You know, I never expected to see you get drunk," You hear the person say. "Or drink for that matter." You mumble something before realizing something: the voice does not belong to your mother. In fact, it doesn't belong to a female.
You sit up straight and immediately you feel the world spinning around you. You close your eyes and feel strong hands grip your shoulders. "Careful there," the voice tells you, and you realize that it is familiar, although the hangover makes it hard for you to think of who.
Once you feel the dizziness subsiding, you open your eyes and is met with the sight of messy red hair over striped horn-rimmed glasses. "Luciel? What are you doing here?" You ask, surprised. You notice something different in him; his eyes have lost its usual glint of mischief. He doesn't give you a reply and you avert your gaze from him, scanning your surroundings for the first time.
The room you're in is simple yet elegant, with walls painted white and a marble replica of the Venus de Milo to one side. The bed you're in has two fluffy pillows, the comforter red. There were several computers completely covering one wall, all of them open. The floor was strewn with red cans of what you can assume are Dr. Pepper and empty Honey Butter Chips bags.
"Is this your room?" You ask, turning your attention back to your companion. Something caught in your eye and you look down to see a cross resting on his chest. He stands up, the bed moving due to the absence of his weight.
"Let's go get you some breakfast." He says, giving you a sideways glance. You stand up and notice for the first time the oversized red tee you're wearing. Your eyes widen and you stare at the man in front of you. "Where are my clothes?" You ask, trying, and failing, to keep the panic out of your voice.
You see the corners of Luciel's lips tilt upward into a small smile. "It reeked of alcohol so I had one of the maids wash it. We can't let you go home smelling of alcohol now can we? And don't worry. I had the same maid help you change into the clothes you're wearing. I didn't see anything. Now, let's go?"
Luciel told you what happened after you passed out at the party during your walk to the dining table. He told that he carried you all the way to his room and you try to stop the blush from creeping up your cheeks.
"You never told me the mansion where the RFA holds its parties is yours." You tell him instead. He gives you a look you can't decipher. "It's not." Your brows furrow but he doesn't see it.
You arrive at the dining room and it is as lavish as you expect it. Paintings of fruits hang on the wall, and flowers adorn the center of the table. Occupying one of the chairs, to your surprise, is V. He gives you a gentle smile when he saw you enter with Luciel.
"Good morning, Joohyun." He greets you. You were about to greet him back but "What are you doing here?" stumbled its way out of your mouth instead. He lets out a light chuckle and tells you to take a seat. You do, taking the chair right across from him, Luciel taking a seat two chairs away from you.
"This is where I live," he tells you, the gentle smile never leaving his face. "The apartment you went to the other day is a place I go to when I want to be alone."
"Like artists wanting to be alone to get their inspiration," you say, and V nods. "Then why does Luciel live here?"
V glances at the said boy at your question and you do the same. Luciel is busy swiping through his phone screen, headphones placed on his head. He didn't seem to hear to hear your question. V turns his attention back to you.
"Luciel and his brother live here due to…. Reasons I can't tell," V's mouth twitched downward momentarily before returning his smile and you think that maybe you just imagined it. "You don't have to worry, Joohyun. It's not something that concerns you." It was probably V's way of telling you to mind your own business.
"How are you?" he asks you, concern filling his blue eyes, and you can't help but smile. "I'm fine, thank you for asking. Just a little headache is all." The food arrives and your short conversation with V ended.
You shift your attention to your food—scrambled eggs and some toast, as well as soup (probably to cure your hangover)—and was about to take a bite out of your toast when you hear something scraping across the floor and you look up to see white-haired Unknown taking a seat right next to you, dark bags prominent under his eyes.
V holds his cup of coffee up to him. "Good morning Ray." Your head turns towards the boy beside you and blink. "Ray?"
"It's my name." he tells you, motioning for one of the maids to bring his food. "You don't expect my name to be Unknown, do you?"
You stutter a no and return your attention back to your food. Unknown, or Ray, doesn't speak again. You finish your food in no time and just wait there, not knowing when you're allowed to go. You find yourself checking out the different paintings hanging on the wall, the chandelier hanging on the ceiling. There's a beautiful garden view behind V, and you were tempted to go, but Luciel calls for your attention.
You find him already standing up and you stand up as well. He craned his neck to the side and you nod, standing up and thanking V for the delicious breakfast. Seven walks back down to his room and you follow behind him.
Your clothes sit on Luciel's mattress and you make your way towards it and was just about to change when you remember that you're not alone. You turn around to see Luciel leaning on the closed door with his arms crossed, an unfathomable expression on his face.
You open your mouth to tell him to give you a little privacy to change when he tells you "Leave RFA." You frown, not understanding where this is suddenly coming from.
"You told me that there's no turning back when I enter." You tell him slowly.
"And I'm telling you to leave. Listen to me."
"Why?"
Luciel closes his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose. "It's not safe here Joohyun."
"Why?" You ask again. "Why is it not safe for me? Yoosung's in this organization. Zen is in this organization. They both don't seem to be in danger. You're in this organization. How is it dangerous for me?"
"You're not like the rest of us." Luciel tells you, taking a step towards you. "We're…all corrupted and you're not. We chose to be here. Rika just forced this upon you. Leave."
You shake your head, clenching your fists. You don't understand why Luciel wants you to leave. If there is danger, then shouldn't he explain?
"I don't think that's the real reason why you want me to leave," you say. "The other members would've already told me if something's wrong. Yoosung and Zen would've told me. But they haven't. Why do you really want me to leave Luciel?"
"How stubborn can you actually get?" Luciel asks, letting out a dry laughter. "Fine. I don't care about your safety. Frankly, I don't care about you."
You stand there, in shock, Luciel's words stinging your chest. He continues. "You irritate me, Park Joohyun. I have no idea what Rika sees in you. You're just girl Yoosung and Zen decided to bring to the party. Someone dumb enough to go to the said party even after all the warnings Yoosung has given you. I hate you."
You didn't realize the tears falling from your eyes until one of them drips down your chin to the floor. You quickly get rid of the liquid, and ask in the steadiest voice you could muster, "What about that night at the park? Where two galaxies collided and time stopped."
Luciel turns away, opening the door. "You weren't the first woman I brought there. Don't consider yourself special. Change into your clothes and leave. Don't return to this place."
He steps out the door, leaving you inside the room. You just had time to say "I'm not leaving the RFA," before he shuts the door and you fall to the floor in a heaping mess of tears.
A/N: Another update to celebrate me writing up to 20k+ words on this fic! This is the longest one I've written both here and on asianfanfics. I know this chapter is short, but this is how I want it to end lol Was it good? Bad? So bad you wanna hurl yourself out the window, never to return to this site again? Tell me what you think! Abuse the review section as you please!
And shush don't spoil me with the V route. I have yet to play the good ending ahahahahaha. Forgive the grammatical errors and other stuff. I didn't have the time to scan through this. See you on the next update~!
-olympicmayhem