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brighteststar707 · 1 year

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Heyy Faye congratulations on your new milestone! ✨️✨️ For the event, Caramel Chocolate - Saeyoung maybe? 👀💛

Thank you Medu 💕 And thank you for the request!

For context, I didn't write the MC as the one who went through the events of the game but as someone who was perhaps a friend of the RFA beforehand who stepped in as the party planner.

Warning, it's sort of angsty - leave it to me to turn a prompt about kisses into something sad. I have no excuses 😅

I hope you enjoy <3

One more slot open for the milestone event!

✧ Caramel Chocolate ~ Sharing kisses

It was the night of the party, and what a beautiful night it was. The party nights always held their own sort of magic that turned even the dullest of nights into special ones, but tonight was especially beautiful.

The sky was clear, dark enough to swallow you whole if you’d let it, dotted with stars bright enough to be seen even with the all the lights of the city trying to drown them out. It was cooler than it was during the day, a soft breeze carrying through the gardens and making all the leaves rustle. With the fairy lights they had decided to drape through the plants, it looked like something straight out of a fairy tale.

Maybe that's why it appealed to Seven so much as an escape from the party. There was always something about him that seemed to lean into the fantastical. Even at his quietest, he never quite fit into reality.

She wasn’t even sure how she knew that he’d be there. She had noticed his absence in the hall a little while ago and wanted to find him. The thought of him by himself, hiding away from the rest of them on a night like this made her chest ache. He didn’t have to come back inside, but he shouldn’t have to feel alone. She'd give him the chance to choose loneliness if it's what he wanted, but not without an opportunity for company first.

When she had asked the other members about his whereabouts, they had told her that disappearing at RFA parties was a habit of his. Together, they had tried to remember his movements through the hall.

He had started off the party buoyant and joyful, hopping from guest to guest, entertaining them with his stories. She had spotted him earlier, deep in conversation with some early adopters, fully engaged and attentive. He ate his fair share of food (Yoosung heard him say that it was his first warm meal of the week) and did the work that was required from him.

Then, when everyone else was occupied, he slipped away. Like clockwork.

He hadn’t counted on her not forgetting him. He hadn’t counted on her stubbornness. Or perhaps he did. Perhaps that’s why he was so easy to find.

A little while ago, the live demonstrations had begun, and everyone was encouraged to observe and participate as other guests showed off their wares and skills. That left the gardens mostly empty, with just one or two people still lingering amongst the flowers. Seven had found a bench out of view from the main party hall, sheltered by trees and bushes. His own private corner of this fairy tale garden.

He sat there, head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees, before he heard her enter the clearing. She made a soft noise clearing her throat to alert him to her presence (she had learned a long time ago not to sneak up on him). He slowly lifted his head from his hands and looked at her with a shy smile.

She stood still in front of him for a moment, mesmerised by the sight of him. Lit up by the soft warm glow of the fairy lights and dressed up for the party, he looked beautiful.

He was always attractive to her. So much so that she spent a lot of energy trying to not think about it, what it meant that he made her feel that way.

It was in the slant of his smile and the way his hair fell across his forehead (so that all she wanted to do was run her fingers through it). In his eyes, the perfect shade of amber caught in the light, so expressive even when he tried not to be.

Tonight, he had styled his hair so it was neatly parted (though it had long since rebelled and defaulted back to messy curls). He had swapped his usual striped glasses for ones with thin wire rims. His suit was black on black, with green accents that only served to compliment his hair.

With his lack of surprise, it was almost as if he was expecting her. She pushed that thought aside before it took hold and became a real feeling she had to manage later.

“Hey,” he said, looking her up and down. “What are you doing out here? The party is inside, you know?”

“They won’t miss me for a minute. Anyway, I came to ask you the same thing.”

He shrugged. “Thought I wouldn’t be missed for a minute.”

What a sad little echo of each other they were. Him using her words so he didn’t have to use his own and reveal anything real.

She plopped herself down on the bench next to him. “Well, you were wrong, genius. I missed you.”

On any other night, she wouldn’t have been able to tell him that so directly, even if she meant it. She’d have wrapped it in more words and masked what she really wanted to say under something that felt less meaningful. It was easier on both of them this way, this language of evasion they both spoke.

But party nights aren’t like any other night. Rules that hold true for any other day can be broken on party day. Maybe Jumin and Zen won’t squabble as much as they usually would. Maybe Jaehee will be liberated from work and be able to enjoy the things she likes. Maybe Yoosung will smile more than he has in months. Maybe she and Seven will tell the truth sometimes.

He chuckled, let her statement hang in the air for a moment. Since she had sat next to him, he had visibly relaxed a little. He was no longer leaning forward but had moved to rest his back against the bench.

She wasn’t ready to let him get out of an explanation, though. “So, why are you really out here?”

He hesitated, then said, “Oh, you know. I just wanted to clear my head. Didn’t want to be a downer for everyone inside.” A breath. Another. Then, “You know, they depend on me for the entertainment. The poor guests wouldn’t know what to do without me.”

He nudged her with his elbow and flashed her a small smile, as if to say, come on, it's okay to laugh. She smiled back at him. Okay, I’ll bite.

“Right, they were already asking for you. ‘Where’s that funny redhead, the one with all the jokes?’ We were worrying about having to handle a riot.”

He snorted. “No wonder you came to find me so quickly.”

“Is there enough room here to hide a humble party planner if they decide to revolt?”

He made a show of pretending to consider her request, then nodded sagely. “We might have just enough space for you.”

She grinned. It was a relief to know that her company was wanted. Her question was only a half-joke. The party was wonderful, but hosting and managing a hall full of people could get tiring.

They fell silent and enjoyed the quiet sounds of the garden around them. The quiet rustling of the breeze through the trees, the music and sounds of people laughing drifting out from the hall. She rested her head against his shoulder and sighed softly. Automatically, he reached for her hand and held it in both of his.

This wasn’t uncommon for the two of them. Their relationship was one that the others had tried to name before, both to tease them and also to try and make sense of their relationship in their heads. On the other hand, she had learned to find comfort in the ambiguity he offered her.

They were a set. Their names were often said together, they were the two always in on a joke, one always looking for the other. They were too physically close to be called just friends yet too emotionally distant to be called partners. They fell somewhere inbetween, a space with blurry boundaries and no definitions.

Of course she wanted more. His laugh still gave her butterflies, and sometimes she wished that he’d be able to open up to her fully, so he wouldn’t have to struggle alone. She missed him when he wasn’t around and there were moments when she wanted to kiss him till he was breathless. But this was all he could give her. In fact, this not-relationship was already breaking enough rules as is.

He had once told her about some of the things his agency had put him through, some of the punishments the agency had inflicted upon agents who were less careful. Innocent people were held up as collateral to keep an agent in line. She hadn’t asked him any more questions after that, just to not have to make him relive it. She had decided long ago that was better to learn to live with what he could give her than to not know him at all.

That didn’t mean that he didn’t keep secrets from her. She thought about what he had said earlier. I don’t want to be a downer. His head in his hands, the distant look on his eyes a minute before he greeted her. She wondered what was on his mind, upsetting him on a day like this. If he wouldn’t open up to her, she would have to find another way to cheer him up.

The next song started playing inside. It was loud enough that they could still hear it in their little corner of the garden. Exactly what she wanted. Without warning, she stood up from the bench and turned back to him with a hand outstretched.

“Dance with me.”

He looked up at her with wide eyes, momentarily surprised by her outburst. Then, he smiled and took her hand. Perhaps a small indulgence, just for tonight (it was the party night, after all). To her surprise, he quickly pulled her into position, guiding her free hand to his shoulder before resting his own on her waist.

They had never danced together before (not like this, anyway). Maybe that’s why she was surprised at how easily he fell into the steps. He led them in a slow circle around the clearing, like it was their very own private dance floor in the fantasy gardens.

“Since when can you slow dance?” She asked.

She had had the opportunity to dance with all of the other members at least once that night. Yoosung was giggly and Jaehee was hesitant. Jumin was elegant and Zen was vivacious. By comparison, Seven was measured, steady. It was somehow not what she expected from him.

He waggled his eyebrows at her. “There’s a lot about me that you don’t know.”

She rolled her eyes. It was his usual comeback, a common answer to most questions she asked him.

When she didn’t prompt him further, he continued, “You never know what’s going to be useful when you’re on the field. A lot of important people know how to ballroom dance. A lot of people also are talkative dancers – especially with a partner as handsome as me.”

“Does that mean you expect me to talk?”

“Perhaps. So, you really missed me?”

“Yes.”

“I wasn’t gone for long.”

“It was enough.”

“You’re the only person I know who would say that about me.”

“Then aren’t you lucky to know me?”

He suddenly pulled her into a twirl, catching her by surprise and making her squeal. When she turned back to him, his hand on her waist was a bit firmer than it was before, holding her closer than she had been a moment earlier. His smile was devilish.

He looked into her eyes and said, “Yes, I am. Very.”

She could feel it, and she was sure he could too. The change in the air around them, the ease at which they talked and touched each other. It was as if the garden was a world away from everything – everyone – else and all the strict rules they usually kept. There was a spark in the air, and for once, instead of trying to stifle it, they were daring each other to fan it further.

The song came to an end, the instruments belting out the final notes, and inside she could hear the applause from the guests. Seven, however, remained still. His hand still remained planted firmly on her waist, his eyes fixed on her face. He was looking at her with the kind of fondness that would usually have made her squirm, something so warm and affectionate that simultaneously drew her in but felt wholly unfamiliar. Especially coming from him. She had long since accepted that he wouldn’t look at her that way. Yet here he was.

Their eyes met, and time in their little clearing stood still. The next song was probably starting up, the leaves must have still been rustling, but all she could hear was the deafening beating of her heart in her ears.

She leaned in so her face was impossibly close to his, half-expecting him to jump back, but he didn’t. He never for a moment took his eyes off her, didn’t once flinch. Instead, he did the most unlikely thing. He leaned in even closer.

“Can I…” He whispered, breathless.

“Please.”

And so he did.

He pressed his lips firmly to hers and let go of her hand to cup her cheek. He didn’t hesitate, his movements were confident, as if he had been imagining this moment for a while (and just maybe, he had, but she’d never let it go if she let herself indulge in that thought).

She kissed him back hard, remembering all the times she wished she had been able to kiss him but couldn't. She was standing on her tiptoes, trying to get as close to him as possible. Her free hand came to rest on his other shoulder and she dug her fingers into the thick fabric of his suit jacket. The warmth of his body radiating against her, the hungry way he kissed her, it was all overwhelming. She needed to hold on to him to keep herself grounded.

It felt right, the two of them like this. His hands moving up and down her sides memorising the shape of her, the taste of him on her lips.

The spark had caught, turned into a roaring fire, all the things that they were holding onto that they had never been allowed to say out loud only fuelling it further.

They pulled apart for a second to catch their breath, but before they could kiss again, he froze. She opened her mouth to ask him if he was alright, but his whole body stiffened. He inhaled sharply and took a big step backwards, looking at her with eyes that were both sad and scared. The realization that he had broken his own rules, the invisible enforcer that lived in his head and served only to punish him had awoken again.

He looked at her with eyes full of guilt. Their fire had been extinguished and the garden suddenly felt terribly cold to her.

“I’m sorry,” he said shakily. She didn’t have to ask what for.

Her hands hung loose at her sides, and it was all she could do to not reach out to him.

“I know.”

She knew, and yet it didn’t soothe the ache that had started to spread through her chest. The fairy tale garden had turned into the kind of forest that swallowed people whole. She felt the same dread looming as if she were a girl alone with no breadcrumb trail to follow home.

He looked stricken, but he still couldn’t take his eyes off her. Goosebumps spread over her arms. Some invisible line had been crossed, and they were in unknown territory. There was no way back to that easy friendship they shared before, no deniability in a kiss like that. They had fed the fire and it had left them burnt.

The fantasy was distorted, the fairy tale had taken a tragic twist. Even on the most magical night of the year, some rules weren't allowed to be broken. She could all but see the walls come up between them, ones they had torn down so long ago.

She had really lost him now.

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bearenjoyers · 1 month

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sorry im just thinking about bcs but like. why not add a few smaller scenes of gus interacting with his own men? why does it seem like, in comparison, mike is almost immediately elevated to a higher status than those two in bcs purely because we actually get to see him having normal conversations with gus? like i understand they might not keep the plot moving as well because of the fact obviously if victor is currently doing something it’s because gus told him to etc. but for the most part all of the smaller interactions gus does have with those two ends up being in a somewhat high stress situation where it feels very tense between everyone. and it’s just like damn! is it always like that?? why do those two even care that much about their jobs if their boss is a bit of a dick? etc. i think even an additional scene or two with those guys (either alone or the both of them) talking with gus in a more normal situation could’ve both added a bit more depth into how gus treats his employees (we got a lot with how he treats lyle and co., but not a whole lot with the illegal side of things), how comfortable vic and tyrus feel around him in a calmer setting, and exactly why they both feel the need to be as loyal as they are to the guy.

and also on the other side of this i don't think it'd hurt to maybe elaborate on their pay just a bit..? i'm not saying to randomly put a number out into the atmosphere but i just mean some smaller things like. do they buy nicer things for themselves? what's their housing situation? what's their car situation? are the escalade / yukon their own vehicles or does gus just use those two for business situations? do they use them when they're doing their own stuff off the clock or do they have their own cars? etc. that can also help with understanding their motivations a bit. don't get me wrong i don't think they should be visibly rich or something because that's not what gus would want but just smaller things! cause it's easy to write their loyalty off as Well they probably get paid super well, which i'm sure is true, but if they don't show a single hint of that then what's the point. even something as simple as giving tyrus a nice watch, or maybe victor having a nicer looking gun, etc. something small like that. because as it stands right now the average 41 year old viewer who watched the show once only knows and will only ever know victor and tyrus as those two guys in the background who do random stuff for gus with no clear motivation. just the personification of "On it boss (salute emoji)". and to be honest this is true for a whole lot of fans who do watch the show multiple times and enjoy thinking about it more in depth, because on screen we barely have anything about the two.

and to be clear i'm not trying to say we should have an episode just for them or something like no i understand they're side characters. i understand we don't need all that. and i understand this is also primarily Jimmy's show. but it's not like these two are on the same level as like, arlo or paige and kevin etc. these guys have been around since brba. victor was literally introduced in the same episode gus was. and they are a huge part of gus's story, especially in brba. s4 wouldn't have been what it was without victor and tyrus. and in bcs, ignacio's situation wouldn't have been the same if it weren't for victor and tyrus as well. and i just personally believe that if their goal with gus in bcs was to go back and elaborate on how everything came to be and show what he was like a few years younger, they could've dragged victor and tyrus into that. and i think his character would've benefited from taking that extra step with those two.

#gray.txt #and you know. obviously i personally have my own clear ideas of everything. and i'm content with what i got. this isn't coming from a place #of Well victor is my favorite guy so everything should be about him LOL. i know what he is.#but thats only because i spent like what? 2 years now watching random interviews and analyzing the smallest details within the show that #genuinely meant nothing while they were writing the scripts. and then throwing some random ideas at the wall to see if they stick.#and i just dont think everybody should have to do that LOL. and i think gus's character gets a lot more interesting #when do you do have this clear idea of victor and tyrus in your head and how he interacts with them. but 99% of people dont have that!#nobody fucking knows everything giancarlo and vince ever said about box cutter. nobody knows about the interview where giancarlo referred t #his entire business (meth and restaurant) as his 'family'. and they'd never think of that in those terms #because with the exception of his restaurant workers and mike #it feels like he HATES them LMAO.#tldr all i'm saying is i think we could've benefited from at least one 1 minute long scene of victor and gus exchanging words #where it doesn't end in gus snapping the phone in half out of anger. and also let tyrus speak his mind and have gus agree with him once #also yeah sorry this is all over the place but it is somehow the most coherent i have felt in months so this is as good as its getting sorr #sorry .#also to be clear about my earlier statement that’s a lie my idea of those two is not clear in my head whatsoever i just meant in comparison #to literally the average viewer. and my own personal thoughts about them aren’t even true it’s just opinions and guesses.#and i love a character that i can just say shit about but at the same time i think it’s fun to have idk something in the source material #that you can actually use while thinking and not have to dig around 11 year old reddit AMAs #and that money paragraph sort of came out of order what i meant by saying all that is like #i feel those two could benefit from a clear motivation for why they do all the things they do #and if we have neither personal reasons nor monetary reasons then it just makes them feel like one dimensional henchmen or something #came out of no where* not order you dumb fuck (< me)#also it doesn’t have to be clear in our faces or anything whatever you know what i’m saying . this is too long i can’t keep elaborating

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