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iamvegorott · 6 years ago

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Bulletproof

Veggie, I love you but you brought this upon yourself with that last UL Chapter. <3

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It was about twelve-thirty at night when Chase got the call. Sitting on the couch half asleep, he answered the phone with a groggy greeting. The response was a shaky “Ch-Chase?” and a couple of sniffles followed. Immediately, the man straightened up.

“St-Stacy? Where were you? I’ve been up waiting for you.”

“I… Ch-Chase, they’re gone.”

“Gone? Who- Who’s gone?”

There was no response, only a couple more sniffling sounds.

Chase jumped to his feet. “WHO’S GONE, STACY?”

“The… kids.”

Now it was Chase’s turn to be silent. He stared at the carpet, trying to find a loophole in what Stacy said.

“Y-You mean they ran away.” His voice was soft this time, almost pleading. “They ran away, but couldn’t tell you where to.”

“No, Chase. They… they… they were shot.”

“Penny……Lucas….. Wh- Why? What did- WHAT DID WE DO? WE WERE PAYING THE SHARKS JUST TO SEE THEM!”

“I…. I needed it.”

Silence hung in the air thick enough to drip down the phone. The idea was too much.

“Chase? Did… Did you hear me? I… I needed it. And… more. I needed… I needed a car for my job.”

No response. Stacy tried again.

“Ch-Chase? Honey?”

“A car.” Chase could barely hear his own words, “You needed…… a car.”

“Well yeah, I need to get to my job –”

“I drive you to your job, Stacy.” As quiet as a mouse, Chase sunk back down to the couch.

“But like, that takes twice the time and we work at different times of the day. I want to have some independence for myself. I can’t be dependent on your half-broken car all the time.”

“So… you TRADED… our OWN CHILDREN. For a CAR?”

“I… no, I… I just wanted a small loan… I didn’t want this. Don’t yell at me, I… I didn’t want this…”

Chase couldn’t see anymore; his living room had turned into three blurred colors and was spinning fast so he closed his eyes. He couldn’t hold it back any longer so he started sobbing. Not the sort of sobbing where it’s held back – as to not disturb those around or the peace of the night, but ugly sobbing no holds barred. There was no further response from the call.

Then, a minute later, a quiet voice stated, “Chase, I’m… I’m going to get a room at the Best Western. Goodnight.” And the line went dead.

Chase replaced the phone in his hand with his face and the electronic fell onto the carpet at his feet. His world was swimming and the lights in the room were too bright. The cicadas outside were too loud. His heart hurt too much; he felt like he was having cardiac arrest. His nails dug into his forehead just so he could feel something. His mind was spinning and could only focus on one thought – his pride and joy, the one thing that got him through the day no matter what, his beautiful twin children, were now both dead. The thought of them lying on the dirty concrete floor with glass eyes and white skin, no longer able to smile or laugh or run or use their lovely voices again was too much to handle. Everything was too much to handle. He craved for some silence. Perhaps, for a forever silence. A silence where he wouldn’t have nightmares of his kids. Where he didn’t have to worry about his wife’s money habits. Where there was no more money, no stress, no pressure. Where he didn’t have to think anymore.

He scrambled off of the couch towards the decorative table by the front door. They had decided to keep a 9mm pistol in the drawer there for strict emergencies only. It had only been fired once – at a shooting range so Penny and Lucas knew what it sounded like. He took it back with him to the couch. He felt his arm rise like it already knew what to do without request. He closed his eyes and said a prayer. He was already picturing his children’s faces -beaming at him and running for a hug. He pulled the trigger.

The loud bang broke the peace of the house and the metallic stench of gunpowder filled his nose. But he was still breathing. His tears were still falling. The clink-clink of the cartridge on the glass table in front of him made his eyes snap open. The front end of the bullet was all smashed like it had smacked a wall. Chase felt his head but there was no dent, wound, opening. As if it was all a joke. He tried again, and nothing changed except a second bullet falling- damaged.

He started whispering hysterically. “no… no no no…. nononononono”

He shot the table in front of him as a test. Sure enough, the tabletop shattered into a million pieces scattering over the carpet.

He pulled at his hair. This wasn’t happening. This was a cruel trick. Not real. He was human, wasn’t he? Perhaps they were bouncing off his bones for some reason. Just a bad spot. After all, he hadn’t tried this before. He unloaded two consecutively into his chest, but nothing happened. He tried his leg and then even his abdomen. Nothing worked. They each bounced off like the first. He went to try on his arm – but the gun clicked. The magazine was out. The cartridges were spent. His head spun more. Perhaps it was dark magic. He had to call Marvin. Maybe he could fix this.

Chase picked up the phone from the floor and dialed. It went to voicemail, so he tried again. By the second ring, the line picked up.

“Chase? What the heck, man it’s almost one-thirty in the morning. Need a drinking buddy or something?”

“Marvin, I’m cursed.” Chase choked back on some tears as he awaited Marvin’s reply. He was visibly shaking pacing around his living room.

“Cursed? Come on man, I’m not THAT bad. I messed with your skateboard a little but you didn’t get- are you crying?”

“I can’t. Marvin you’ve gotta help me. The gun- the gun won’t. And I need. I NEED. I. Stacy went and. And I.”

“Chase, what? What did Stacy do?”

Marvin had to repeat himself again louder because Chase started loudly wailing on the other end. All Marvin could hear was incoherent sobbing with words like ‘bullets’, ‘Stacy’, ‘money’, ‘gun’, ‘Penny’, ‘Lucas’, ‘loud’, ‘dead’, and ‘done’ being repeated in between mumbling. Marvin put the phone on speaker as he texted Henrik, but putting the ravings on a louder volume only made Marvin panic more. Yeah, the two men didn’t really get along, but he still clearly needed help.

“Chase? Chase, I’m getting Henrik and we’re going to teleport to your place. Help’s on the way, just stay put.”

The response Marvin got was slightly quieter sobbed mumbling. Marvin popped to Henrik’s and sure enough, the line was dead from the lost signal. The two men quickly teleported – with Henrik holding Marvin’s arm in a death grip – to Chase’s living room where they were met with the sight of the shattered table, the littered bullets, and a half-drunk bottle of cheap whiskey held by a very very broken man with a damp shirt and a puffed face. Marvin ran over to get Chase to sit down, but Henrik became occupied by the knock at the door and the clear red and blue flashing lights that outlined. He put on his best face before opening the door and stepping out onto the porch to face two very large police officers. His doctor license gave him a lot of credibility for taking control of the situation, but he had to call on a few favors and give a couple bribes in order to get the policemen to leave.

Marvin searched Chase’s face. Since they had gotten there, the tearful man had been constantly mumbling and unable to give a straight sentence. Marvin thought he got most of the situation though and even materialized a bullet and silencer (since the police were right outside) for Chase to show him. He denied Chase’s requests to kill him, instead of explaining that perhaps this is what fate has decided. He had a chance to change his life – to perhaps start over and to use this to his advantage. Eventually, by about two-thirty in the morning, Chase’s energy had finally spent and he passed out in Marvin’s arms. Not long after, the three men teleported back to where they had created a ‘base’. The road to recovery began.

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Love, Love, my friend, don’t be tempting me to write my versian of this. Because I will And it’s terrible

Also, I loved this so much!!!

#submission #friend write #undercover love #angst #tw: suicide attempt

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against-a-dark-background · 4 years ago

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Brisbane to Surabaya

“Are you watching this?” asked Gary

“Yeah, I’m watching it,” said Charles “Was that a plane? Seriously?”

“Yes, it was an aeroplane, straight into the side of the building.”

“This is a movie. This isn’t real, this has to be a movie.”

It wasn’t a movie it was the 9/11 terror attacks happening in real time on their television sets while they spoke on the phone to each other.

“So, Gary…I’m grateful you sent me the money. You didn’t have to do that,” said Charles.

“Think nothing of it. I wanted to help you,” said Gary.

Charles did some thinking before he spoke again. He had to choose his next words carefully.

“I wish I could see you more often Gary. It’s so hard with me in Brisbane and you in Sydney.”

There was a pause on the line before Gary spoke.

“Would you move in with me here in Sydney?” he asked

Charles did a little dance on the spot that was most incongruous with the images of collapsing buildings on the television.

“Are you sure it won’t be an imposition?” he asked

“I’ll have to run it by my roommate, but I don’t think he’ll object,” said Gary.

Charles and Gary had met at an online in-person gathering in Sydney. Charles had driven there from Brisbane — a journey of 1,000 kilometres. It was obvious to Charles that Gary was attracted to him but at the time, he made nothing of it. Charles had an attraction of his own toward Gary, but it was only intellectual, after all Charles was twenty-eight and Gary was fifty-four. It wasn’t until much later that Charles decided to take advantage of Gary’s attraction toward him.

Charles had gotten himself into debt and he saw no other way out of it than to turn to prostitution. He spent exactly one night doing it and had exactly one customer before he decided to give that up. Unfortunately for Charles, the debt was for drugs and the people he’d got the drugs from were becoming insistent. This was when Charles remembered Gary, so he began calling him to establish some sort of a relationship and bring it to a point where he felt comfortable asking Gary for the money. This didn’t take long as it turned out that Gary was quite besotted with Charles and felt giddy that Charles had expressed an interest toward him.

Charles was desperate to move out of his current place of residence. He shared it with an old crone, Miss Jane, a friend of Charles’ family since time immemorial. She was a woman of peculiar habits and had a very porous memory. Charles would pay his share of the rent and utilities and Miss Jane would buy lotto tickets, or go to darts matches and get drunk and then forget Charles had paid her his share. He was sick of it, so the offer to live in Sydney with Gary could not have come sooner. The phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hello dear, it’s Gary. Guess what? Wayne said yes. You can come and live with me!” Gary was beaming.

“Oh, that’s wonderful. When do you think we can do it? I’m at my wit’s end here,” said Charles.

“We can do it as soon as you’re ready. Now I’ve not got much room for a lot of stuff, so I’m a bit worried there,” said Gary.

“I was thinking of bringing down my clothes and storing the rest of my furniture and stuff at my sister’s place. They have these enormous sheds that I’m sure they won’t mind me using,” said Charles.

“Oh fabulous. You’ll be driving down?

“Yes, for sure.”

“So, when can I expect you darling?”

“Let’s say about a week?” replied Charles

From the moment Charles arrived in Sydney, Gary found all manner of ways of showing him off. They went to the pub together where Gary would swan about the rooms introducing people to Charles whose names Charles promptly forgot. It was like being paraded around at a fashion show, but Charles put up with it, a wan smile on his face matching Gary’s beaming demeanour. Then there were the endless drag shows and nightclubs that they just had to make an appearance at. Charles had begun to regret his decision to move in with Gary as Gary draped Charles over his arm like a Chanel scarf.

It was Gary’s friend Rhonda’s 50th birthday party and Gary was excited to attend. Charles groaned inwardly but put a smile on his face to try to keep Gary happy. When they arrived, the party was in full swing and the chardonnay was flowing freely. Gary and Charles mingled, and Charles was introduced to Peter, Donna, Richard, Keith, Felicia — and they were instantly forgotten. Charles didn’t know these people. He had no history with them, no anecdotes to share — nothing to connect him to them. Charles was pondering the idea of this when he heard Rhonda shout:

“Ya really robbin’ the fuckin’ cradle there Gary! Has he even finished school yet?”

After which she held back her head and brayed like a donkey. Other partygoers either laughed in that embarrassed way people laugh when they know they’re not supposed to be laughing or stood in stunned silence. The moment lasted minutes, then the party began again as if nothing had happened. Charles waited as long as he could stand it.

“Can we please go?” he asked Gary.

“She was only joking darling, don’t let it get to you.”

“I mean it. I want to go. Now,” said Charles.

“Alright darling, we’ll go, we’ll go.”

The next few weeks were difficult for the pair. They argued, Charles usually arguing about not wanting to be a fashion accessory and Gary pointing out that he was paying for everything since Charles was on the dole. Charles had to be careful. If they broke up, he’d be on his own and on the streets. Charles tried to smooth everything over and it usually worked. It seemed Gary was quite chuffed that someone as young as Charles had taken up with him. It was sometime later that Charles overheard Wayne talking to Gary.

“Can’t you see he’s with you for your money Gary?’ asked Wayne

“He’s not. It’s genuine,” said Gary

“Ahh, you’re blinded by him Gary. One day you’re going to wake up and realise you’ve been had.”

“Oh nonsense.”

Charles was careful with his behaviour after overhearing this, but it didn’t take long for the shine to wear off again and there he was, resentful and wishing he had a way out. He soon found it.

Gary, Wayne, and Charles decided to go out for dinner at an Italian diner. Charles didn’t drink red wine because he was allergic to it, but Wayne and Gary insisted he drink a bottle of red with them.

“You have to mature your palate, mate,” said Wayne.

“I’m telling you, I can’t drink red wine,” protested Charles.

“Oh, come on darling, a little bit here and there isn’t going to hurt you,” said Gary.

So, Charles drank red wine with his meal, and he kept up with the two other men at their insistence. Two bottles were empty by the time dinner was finished. As they walked home, Charles could barely stand up and was feeling nauseous. As they got in the front door, Charles collapsed onto the couch in the living room where he passed out. The next day he awoke to the sound of Wayne screaming.

“What the fuck have you done to me new carpet?” he roared “You couldn’t even get up and go to the toilet could ya? I’ll never get this cleaned. It’s fucking brand new! Gary! Gary! Get down here!”

Gary came rushing down the stairs.

“Look what he’s done!” said Wayne

“Oh dear, a bit of baking soda will bring that out, let’s clean it up,” said Gary.

“Fuck the baking soda, I put that carpet in cause I wanted to sell this place. I had people coming today. I want him out Gary. No ifs or buts. Get him out. That’s my last fuckin’ word on the matter,” said Wayne.

Charles began to cry. He knew it was over for him here — Gary couldn’t save him, as Wayne owned the house and Gary was just renting. What would he do? Where would he go? He cried harder but no-one paid him the slightest bit of attention.

So it was that Charles found himself walking through Newtown with just a suitcase to his name, filled with his clothes and some I.D. He found a Wesley Mission for men and knocked. They let him in, gave him some bread and soup and a place to sleep for the night. The man in charge came over to Charles’ bed.

“You know this is only for the night, ok? You have to be out in the morning,” he said

“What will happen to me after that? Where can I go?” Charles was miserable.

“I don’t usually do this, but I can hook you up with the Salvation Army tomorrow, they’ve got a long-term place over in Surrey Hills. I’ll see if I can get you in,” he said

“Thank you so much,” said Charles

Charles made his way to Surrey Hills and found the Salvation Army Home for Homeless Men. He went through an intake interview where he had to give a urine sample for a drug test. If he passed, there would be a room for him. They would search all his belongings for contraband. He passed the drug test and had no contraband and was shown to a room. The homeless shelter was quite large, six stories tall with many rooms on each floor. There were rules, breakfast was at 6am and occupants could leave the shelter after breakfast, but they had to return by 6pm, or they would be locked out. Charles lived in the shelter for three months before getting a job managing a café in the CBD of Sydney, right next to Macquarie Bank and opposite the Post Office building. Because Charles had a job, he was given extra privileges regarding the curfew. If he sometimes finished late, he was allowed entry after 6pm. The café was owned by a small Korean woman who rarely paid her bills on time and ran as a loan shark. He knew this because she lent $22,000 to a shady Korean man who paid her back $24,000 and she then asked Charles to call her husband who didn’t speak English very well at all to pose as someone from the bank, saying that there had been an error in the bank’s computers, and this would explain why the amount of $22,000 had disappeared for several days. Charles made her pay him $100 for doing all that.

Because Charles had a job and was becoming stable, the Salvation Army wanted him out, so he found an unbelievably cheap room in a disgusting boarding house in Darlinghurst. Charles walked to work and walked home every day. On his days off, Charles would go to the gay bathhouse on Sussex Street, around Market Street. On one of his days off in the bathhouse, Charles met a charming Indonesian man named Todo where they made love with Charles being the top and Todo being the bottom. Afterwards, Todo said.

“I’ve never let anyone do that before.”

“Oh! Why did you let me do it then?’

“Because I think I like you,” said Todo.

They met often at the bathhouse, until one day Todo insisted they meet in the park. Charles was worried he’d done something wrong, just when things were getting good.

“I want to tell you something, but I’m scared you’ll run away from me,” said Todo.

“You can tell me anything. I won’t run away,” said Charles.

“I think I love you Charles,” said Todo.

“I think I love you too.”

Within a week, Charles had moved from his awful boarding house in Darlinghurst to Todo’s room in a shared house, close to the University of Sydney. Todo was in Australia, studying his master’s degree. What he didn’t tell Charles was that he only had three months to go. The subject came up in conversation.

“Charles, I have something to tell you,” said Todo.

“What is it?”

“I have to go back to Indonesia, to Surabaya in three months. That’s when I finish my degree,” said Todo

Without thinking Charles said: “I’m coming with you.”

For the next three months, Charles worked as hard as he could managing the café, trying to earn extra cash for the airfare and some spending money. He knew he’d only be allowed to stay in Indonesia for three months, so he had to make sure he had the cash for that long.

When the time came to go, Charles was extremely excited. He’d never left the country before. They were going to Bali first and were to stay there for a few days while Todo visited friends. It’s a seven-hour flight and Charles was aching and tired. They deplaned and went through customs through which Charles could see a sign painted with red letters one meter high “DEATH PENALTY FOR DRUG SMUGGLERS.” It was a frightening thing to see. Once they’d cleared customs, they got to the exit. Charles stepped through. It was like walking into a wall of air, not just heated, but heavily scented by clove cigarettes. Charles couldn’t wait to try them for himself. Todo and Charles got into a taxi and went to Todo’s friend’s house. They were welcomed there with hot tea and biscuits, which struck Charles as charming. They stayed there for two days before flying to Surabaya.

Surabaya shocked Charles, even though they came in at night, the sheer size of the city was overwhelming. Todo had organised for him and Charles to stay at his brother Budi’s place for Charles’ three month stay.

The next day Budi and Todo took Charles out for Bakso, rich broth with meatballs. It was delicious. Charles looked around, there was poverty here, real poverty. A man sat at the side of the road offering to repair tyres. All he had was a small box of tools and a sign, and he was in business. There were many street traders, some offering food, others offering services.

They were invited to Todo’s sister Ayu’s house. Thankfully, there were air conditioners to take away Surabaya’s humidity. Todo had told his family that Charles was a good cook and could make excellent fried rice. So, in front of Budi, Ayu, Todo and their mother, Charles had to cook fried rice. Now Charles had a distinct way of cooking the rice which involves frying the rice in oil until it’s nutty brown and then adding water and soy sauce to absorb into the rice. But oh, no! Todo’s mum washed the rice first, so it was wet. Charles just stood there with the spatula in his hand, wondering if he could just disappear.

In Indonesia, there are six state approved religions and one had to belong to one of these religions in case one is mistaken for an atheist which is synonymous with being a communist. Charles chose to be a Buddhist for his stay in Indonesia and Todo’s family believed that he was a Buddhist. They decided to take a trip to Gunung Kawi, a mountain that has religious significance. Charles went to the Buddhist temple on the top of the mountain and prayed to Kwan-Yen, the goddess of mercy. It was hard going climbing the mountain, the cars could only go so far. When Charles got to the temple, he lit incense and got down on his knees and prayed to Kwan-Yen. Todo’s family were delighted. After this prayer, they moved into another room, and picked up inscribed sticks and threw them onto the floor; this somehow told fortunes. It was cool at the top of the mountain and there were no annoying mosquitoes at this altitude.

After Gunung Kawi, Todo decided to take Charles to Yogyakarta to see Borobudur, the ancient carved edifice that tells the tale of Buddha. When they first arrived in Yogyakarta, Todo insisted Charles try something called Gudeg, a spicy cooked jackfruit. Before they went to Borobudur, Todo took Charles to Gajah Mada University. He wanted to take Charles to a specific place.

“This building was designed by President Sukarno. He was a civil engineer,” said Todo.

“That’s amazing, such a beautiful building,” said Charles.

Charles enjoyed the rest of his trip, visiting here and there with Todo, but he was already thinking about how he could come and live here permanently. He would have to go back to Australia, get a decent job, save like crazy and try and get a job interview set up in Jakarta, teaching English or something. That would be the way to do it.

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miyaameow · 8 years ago

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my first request here, tell me if I'm doing something wrong. A headcanon where MC has a deadbeat parent whom they still love because lol she's too pure and kind for this world and the rfa+v+saeran see how excited MC is when she tells them her parent is coming to visit them. but it turns out that they only wanted to see her to ask for some money. MC gets really heart-broken after the short visit. Thanks! :)

how about a short little scenario instead?? :D:D:D i hope this is alright~

Eyeing the empty wallet lying lifelessly across the coupon covered desk, she sighed in frustration, fists tightening around her blanket. How was she going to pay the bills this time? Maybe moving away from her parents wasn’t that much of a good idea after all… though, at the time, it did seem like the only option that could improve their financial situation. How many years has it been since she’d seen them? Two? Three? No, probably riding closer to 5 years actually. After she left, they didn’t contact her no matter how many times she tried. Never replying messages, calls… they weren’t even home when she tried to visit. She loved her parents a lot - even more than she loved herself, and it hurt her to know that they were avoiding her. Was she that much of a hindrance?

The cool breeze of the night flowed through her open window, temporarily relieving the stuffiness of her apartment bedroom. Mom, dad, when will I ever get to see you again? I miss you two so much… A tear slipped out of the corner of her eyes as her heart ached with loneliness. The next morning was routinely, at least, until she got text from an unknown number reading a short, simple message:

[Your father and I would like to see you today, when and where can we meet?]

She almost dropped her phone. She couldn’t believe it because after so many years she was finally going to see her parents. Tears of joy sprung to her eyes as she held back her squeal of excitement. This was the best birthday gift she could ever ask for.

Letting the RFA know was even better - they told her that they’d take care of everything as their gift to her. From the dinner reservations to her outfit to even being able to leave work early for this long awaited rendezvous… they were seriously the best people MC had ever met, and she swore that she would repay them big time by making the next party 100 times better than the last.

“Mom, Dad!” MC was too excited to see the nervousness spread across her parents faces as she invited them to take a seat. “How have you two been? I’ve missed the both of you so much! I’ll tell you everything- ah, wait, no, let’s order first, you must be starving. Don’t hold back, I just got my paycheck so-”

“MC… I’m sorry, but we need to leave soon.” her mom tightened her grip around MC’s wrist, “We… all we’re here for today is… well, you see-”

“That’s enough. I’ll say it if you can’t. Look, we just need some money, so hand it over before those guys chase us down.” her dad gestured towards the restaurant door. Two gruff looking men flipped off the security guard for not allowing them in, swearing to return. MC’s stomach dropped as her father’s words seeped deep into her mind.

So that was all they wanted. They didn’t want to see her at all. They just… they just wanted money.

The pit in her stomach grew larger, threatening to swallow her up, but she held it back and forced a smile. She looked into her mother’s troubled eyes, realizing that they wouldn’t have contacted her if they didn’t have a choice. If they weren’t desperate, she wouldn’t have gotten to see their face - not in five years, not in forever. Maybe she should be thankful, but in that moment, the pain in her heart drowned any and every reasoning she had to make herself feel better.

“Okay. I understand.” She reached into her wallet and pulled out the cash she earned from this month’s hard work. Without a minute’s hesitation, her parents dashed out of the restaurant upon receiving whatever sum of money MC had handed to them. Perhaps never to return.

She asked for the check and payed the bill for the opened wine with her credit card even though she feared that it would be rejected. In a way, she felt like she was betraying the RFA, wasting all their efforts for tonight’s dinner. But they’d understand, right? That she had no choice but to save her parents, that she would have no choice but to return the dress Zen bought for her just so that she’d have enough to pay back for the wine. Of course, she hadn’t even thought of explaining how much she hurt and needed to cry and it didn’t make it any better when she found all of them at her apartment with smiles beaming on their faces, waiting to hear her gush about the night.

But it was easy to see through her, the way her hand clenched over her heart as if letting go would trigger it to fall apart let the cat out of the bag faster than she had intended to.

“MC, what’s wrong?” Zen stood up, approaching her with a puzzled look.

“M- My parents… they only came to see me because they needed money. I didn’t even get to eat with them. I’m horrible. I wasted everything you guys did for me-” her heart felt like it was about to break if she went on. Oh, how she didn’t deserve to have their care and love - it was all that floated around in her mind.

Without another word, Zen pulled her in for a hug, soothing her hiccups with light pats on the back. Jaehee and Saeran left to get MC a cup of water, it hit way too close to home for them to listen any further without bursting out in anger.

“It’s okay MC, we got your back remember?” Yoosung cautiously looked at MC through her tear filled eyes, offering a small smile of comfort.

“Yes, and if it’s about money, I can solve the problem.” Jumin added this in a rather emotionless tone, but he meant it. He’d do anything to see MC happy.

“And I’ll make sure those loan sharks never hurt your parents! I’m 707 Defender of-” he stopped short when he felt a someone squeezing his shoulder.

“Don’t worry MC, we’ll fix this. We’re the RFA after all.” V’s soothing voice allowed MC to calm down. As Zen wiped the tears from her face when he released his embrace, he allowed her to see all of them and their supportive smiles. Her parents were important, but she had failed to realize that these seven people wanted nothing more than to see her smile, happy and healthy. They asked of nothing in return because they loved her for her.

A cheeky smile from MC would work like magic. In an instant, the looks on their faces could change into something brighter than the sun because…

“That’s what family’s for, right?”

who said the last thing? you can decide

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