You spend the rest of the day distracted, and by lunch, you decided to just skip the rest of the day altogether. You hop into a cab and give the driver your address before shooting Saeran a quick text telling him you'd be busy the whole day so he wouldn't worry about you. In all honesty, you just don't want to see him right now because seeing his face would remind you of his brother. You know it's unfair for the white-haired boy but you don't think you can bear seeing that face for now.
You keep to your room, knowing that it was one of the two rooms Saeran's eyes wouldn't reach, and decided to play EXO on full blast. You close your eyes and try to absorb the music and kick thoughts of Luciel out of your mind. You fall into an uneasy slumber soon and wake up a few hours later to the sun setting.
You grab your phone lying innocently beside you and boot up the messenger, squinting as your eyes adjust to the sudden illumination by your handheld device. You enter the chatroom to check if the blonde leader of the organization has anything new to say only to find the C&R CEO and the young actor in the middle of a fight (Yoosung once told you about Zen and Jumin not getting along and you've always thought their arguments a little amusing).
You think that nobody in the chatroom has noticed you enter until Han Jumin greeted you. Zen stops in the middle of his tirade to give you a warm welcome (that wasn't completely without flirting) and you greet the two of them back, telling them not to mind you and continue with their discussion. You let out a small giggle as you press send and watch Zen flooding the chatroom with messages that contain words of adoration for you and your company while the man with the jet-black hair gives out compliments to his adorable cat. Yoosung enters the chatroom and joins the fray as he complains about his failing grades and boring professors and Jumin reminds him of getting his grades back up if he wants a shot at his company's internship. Not long after, his own assistant comes online to berate him on missing out her calls and informs him on the several stacks of documents on his desk waiting to be reviewed.
You watch as it all unfolds, laughing silently at their antics. From an outsider's perspective, they seem like a group of normal people having fun chatting with friends; not the kind of people you'd suspect to play with illegal substances. You were just about to say something when a notification bar appeared, announcing the arrival of 707. Your thumbs freeze midtype and you stare at your screen as Luciel spams the whole chatroom and annoy everyone, all traces of seriousness from earlier gone. You plead to go unnoticed by him but luck doesn't seem to be on your side because the blond LOL player chooses that time to ask you where you've been the whole day. Luciel stops his spam and Zen backs up Yoosung, asking if you're sick.
You briefly consider not replying but knowing your two friends, they would just send you a hundred messages and try to reach your phone until you answer. You send a short reply, giving the same excuse you've given Saeran. Even if you don't see him, you can feel Luciel's eyes boring into the screen. He sends a series of messages, joking about ruining your school record, and you reply back with a joke, wondering how Luciel was able to act like nothing happened this morning when you can't even keep a cool face. You quit the messenger and was about to get up when you feel your phone vibrate in your hand, your ringtone filling the silence of the room. You check the caller ID and is surprised to see Luciel's name. It takes you a while to answer, sliding the accept call button across the screen and placing the device against your ear.
"Hello?" You can hear your own voice shaking and you mentally slap yourself. Don't let him get to you, you think. He doesn't care about you.
"Can you meet me?" The voice over the phone is somber.
"Why?" You ask, letting a bit of bitterness seep into your voice. "I thought you said to stay away from you?"
"Joohyun," he sighs, clears his throat. "Please?"
You let out a sigh of your own. "Fine. Where?"
"Remember that park we went to? Where galaxies collide?" You can imagine his small smile he says this, memories of a not so distant past flashing in his mind. You nod, before realizing that he couldn't see it.
"Yeah, I do."
"I'll meet you there in twenty minutes."
"Okay."
He hangs up. You scramble to find a decent outfit, something that would be stylish yet keep you warm from the cold January night. You settle on an off-white coat and a red scarf wrapping around your neck. You wave at the camera in the living room, knowing full well that the mint-eyed boy is watching.
You arrive at the park five minutes late. The redhead is already there in his usual spot, staring at the vast heavens. You think about the last time you were here, when everything was still right between the two of you.
You walk up to him, your feet crunching on gravel. You know that he can hear your footsteps but he pretends not to, so engrossed was he to whatever he was doing. You weren't surprised to see him carrying a bong. Of course, you think. He's also one of the members of the RFA.
"So why did you ask to see me?" You ask, not quite looking at him. He gives you a sideways glance, and doesn't bother replying, instead asking one of his questions.
"Do you love me?"
Your eyes widen and you feel like the ground has been pulled under your feet. You didn't expect that question. You never expected that question to come out of his mouth.
"Wh-what?" You stutter as your mind comes up with a hundred different scenarios to get out of this situation. He turns his fractured gaze towards you and you know that there's no excusing your way out of this. You take the bong and lighter out of his hand and stare at the contents inside the glass. You take a deep breath and place your mouth in the mouthpiece as you light the bowl. Once satisfied with the amount of smoke, you turn the lighter off and place it in Luciel's ready hand. You let the contents of the glass consume you, thinking that maybe if you were as high as your companion, you would be able to answer his question without difficulty.
The two of you watch the cloud of smoke you exhale mingle with the cold January air. "Of course you know how to use a bong," you hear him say as you inhale yet again. "Saeran must've taught you how, huh?" He takes the bong from you and breathes in cannabis as well. The two of you take turns breathing in the substance in silence for a while before he breaks it with the same question you left unanswered.
"Do you love me?" This time you think you're ready to answer. Breathing out smoke from your mouth, you try to formulate a coherent sentence but came up with one word: "Yes."
He doesn't answer, and you think maybe he hasn't understood your answer, the drug clouding his ability to think. You turn to face him and find that he is staring back at you with an incomprehensible expression on his face, the same expression you saw in Saeran just the before when he told you his real name.
The thought of Saeran brought you back to your senses. Saeran, the boy who is helping you get over the person standing right in front of you. The boy who wants to come off as strong but deep down, is actually the sweetest boy you have ever met. You convince yourself that nothing is going on between you and Saeran and that what you guys have is just fun, casual sex but the look in Saeran's eyes yesterday tells you otherwise.
You push the bong into Seven's hands. You know you can never take your words back but you mutter a quick apology as you leave him there, confused. You hear him calling out to you but you ignore him, legs making their way back to your apartment.
You find your apartment open which surprised you. You remember locking the door before leaving to meet up with Seven. You enter, feet moving as quietly as they can, and see the light turned on in the kitchen. Preparing for the worst, you enter the room and brace yourself when you find Saeran with a bag of food. He looks up when he hears you enter and gives you the most breathtaking smile you have ever seen.
"You were gone for a long time so I thought I'd bring you some dinner so you wouldn't have to cook," he says, then frowns. "Or did you stop by somewhere to eat on your way back? If so, then you can just eat this tomorrow morning."
You didn't answer, just make your way to him, and you wrap your arms tightly around his waist, breathing in the scent of his back. You feel his body tense up a little before loosening in your hold, patting your hands.
"Is there something wrong?"
You shake your head, the thought of his brother and the question that came out of his lips coming back to your mind.
"Saeran?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you love me?"
A heartbeat.
"I do."
A/N: I'm back with another chapter! Just after updating two days ago! Aren't you guys proud of me? I know I am. Ahahahahahaha how are you liking it so far? Is it good? Bad? So bad you wanna hurl me out the window?
As we are at a crossroads, I have a question to ask you all now. Saeyoung or Saeran? Make sure to vote in the reviews. I have it all planned out for the twins and the end wouldn't change whoever wins but would you rather be with Saeran or Saeyoung?
And not to worry! We will be having another party soon! I'm not saying it's in the next chapter but soon! Maybe we'll even find out more secrets regarding the RFA and Rika? Ehehehe
I hope you enjoy the latest chapter! Sorry for all the grammatical errors! Didn't really scan through it lolol Don't forget to vote vote vote!
-olympicmayhem