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nitewrighter · 4 years ago

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Hiya Mun! |o/ its me birthday today! And I was hoping for some short Reidan drabble about anything if thats alright and possible? (Sorry for the ask 😅)

Ahhhh happy birthday!!! I was working on some Tommy Andromeda Reidan for that batch of prompts so yay!!!

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50. “You’re the only one”

Band Mission! Band Mission! Band Mission!

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Backstage was always too warm, the curtain trapping in heat and roadies and venue staffers looking on suspiciously. There wasn’t really a dressing room so much as an offstage area with one might-be-pre-Crisis makeup mirror whose lightbulbs radiated heat as everyone crowded around it.

“Glitter me,” said Rajeev, flicking his finger up and down the fringe on his leather jacket. His head was tilted to accommodate his eyepatch.

“No!” Samir’s voice was muffled underneath his hard-light helmet as angry emoji eyes blipped up on his visor, “You’re going to be shedding that shit in our room for weeks!”

“Marti, tell him to glitter me,” said Rajeev.

“I told you guys, this is all Aedan’s vision, which means Aedan is in charge of our glitter budget,” said Marti. She was dressed in lavender-toned iridescent plastic overalls over a black bodysuit, her hair up in twin buns with a thin braid snaking over her shoulder. She had on silvery-purple lipstic and a temporary tattoo of three thick black rectangular lines over her right eye. She glanced over at Aedan, pacing back and forth in front of the mic, “Aedan? Does Rajeev need more glitter?”

Aedan was muttering to himself, chewing his thumbnail as he paced in front of the curtain. He wondered how quickly he was sweating off his makeup.

“Aedan,” Marti said again.

“What?” Aedan glanced up.

“You’re the expert, Tommy Andromeda,” said Marti with an eye roll.

“Right--okay--what was the question?” said Aedan.

Marti sighed. “Glitter,” she said flatly, “Should Rajeev get more glitter?”

“Oh--no, but you could use some more,” said Aedan, smoothing his hair. He had bleached it at the tips, creating a fiery ombre with his natural red hair. It nearly matched the gold sash at his hips and the copper spirals on his glittery blue one-sleeved unitard. It had cutouts on his opposite hip and with one slash at the thigh, showing off temporary tattoos of eyes and stars.

Marti shot the twins a dirty look before heading over to the makeup table and brushing glitter on her cheekbones.

“Mic check,” Aedan jerked to awareness at the sound of Rei’s voice coming over the speakers, “One, two three.” There was a tap on the microphone before Rei slipped back through the curtain to the stage. She was dressed in ripped jeans, a trucker hat, and flannel over a Velvet Underground shirt borrowed from Aedan. With her messy ponytail and aviator sunglasses, she looked every bit the part of a roadie and she flashed Aedan a smile, “5 minutes to showtime, Rocketeers,” she said, looking at her clipboard. She gave a thumbs-up to Marti and firmly readjusted the brim of her hat as a signal to Marti that she had established visual contact with Jaime. Marti gave her a single nod and Rei grinned and moved to walk off. She hesitated next to Aedan, those deep gray eyes flicking up and down at his outfit.

“...this probably all seems very silly, doesn’t it?” said Aedan glancing down at his outfit.

“I like it,” said Rei, “It’s very... you.”

Aedan snorted. “Well, if we ever get a chance to head onstage again, we could use a bassist, and the role of Celestial Priestess Oneira is still--”

“Hey. Personal Space Invader,” Marti called, catching them in the makeup mirror, “The Roadie still has a job to do.”

Rei gave him a smile and flicked a lock out of his sleeked-back hair so it hung in his forehead like a superhero spit curl, “Break a leg out there, Andromeda,” she said with a grin before slipping off.

“’Celestial Priestess Oneira?’”Marti repeated incredulously.

“If you read ‘The Andromeda Saga Cliffnotes’ document I sent you, you’d know that Oneira is a vital foil to Tommy Andromeda and his---”

“Oh my god only you would have an eight page document on lore for a band that isn’t real,” said Marti.

“No one appreciates concept albums anymore,” muttered Aedan, his shoulders slumping.

“We’re literally only doing covers,” said Samir.

“Again, I would like to stress that we just have to be competent enough to buy Rei a few minutes,” said Marti.

“That’s right, Rocketeers!” said Rajeev, strumming a note on his guitar, “Get your heads in the game! Or my name isn’t Dorado Crux!”

“Your name isn’t Dorado Crux,” said Samir flatly, “And also you’re wearing your eyepatch over your real eye.”

“...Prosthetic looks cooler,” said Rajeev with a shrug.

“Guys! Focus!” said Marti, hurrying over to her soundboard as Samir looped his keytar awkwardly over his oversized helmet. Aedan took his place at the blue masking tape-marked x at the part in the curtain.

“Okay. Tommy Andromeda. Here to save the multiverse with the power of rock and roll,” he muttered under his breath, hopping in place and rolling his shoulders.

“Or... here to create enough of a distraction so Rei and Jaime get the mission done?” said Marti.

“...sure,” said Aedan, “That too.”

The rest of the team, well, band, took their positions. Marti at her soundboard, Samir with his keytar, Rajeev on guitar, and Aedan on vocals. Rei on extraction. Jaime on lookout. Aedan took a few calming breaths.

“Hello Santa Fe, how’s everyone doing this evening?” he listened to the MC through the curtain. A lackluster swell of claps rose up from the audience.

Stay calm, Aedan, It’s just a jam session, just think of it as a jam session, he thought to himself.

“For your opening act we have some funky unknowns who claim they’re from outer space--We’ll have them send our regards to the apes at the lunar colony. Santa Fe, I give you, the Tommy Rocketers!”

The jumpsuit already felt like it was riding up by the time the curtain parted. The lights were too bright for Aedan to see the audience. He squinted, hoped his eyeshadow wasn’t melting under the lights

“Actually we’re Tommy and the Rocketeers--I’m Tommy--They’re... they’re the Rocketeers,” Aedan’s own voice seemed swallowed by mic feedback for a second as he readjusted the mic to his height.

“Like Bennie and the Jets?!” someone yelled from the crowd.

Aedan drew in a calming breath through his nostrils. If that was Jaime I’m going to kill him, he thought.

“We don’t get them back in the Andromeda system, are they good?” he asked, tilting his head with ingenue-wide eyes as he got into character. A snicker rippled through the crowd and Aedan smiled as Marti laid down a beat on her soundboard and brought in a warbling theremin note as Samir started accompanying her beat with organ from his keytar and Rajeev soon strumming alongside his brother. Aedan rolled his neck and stretched out his arms with that dancer posture before taking hold of the microphone, drawing in breath, and singing. He had agonized over the setlist, of course, and then there was the matter of what songs they could get down with only a little over two and a half weeks of practice. They warmed up the crowd with “Final Day,” definitely more New Wave than glam, but it fit their minimalist instrumentation and their spacey aesthetic with its semi-innocent, semi-prophetic lyrics seemed to placate the crowd into accepting them as semi-competent, with the “Woah-oh-oh” allowing them to transition into the more high energy “Senses Working Overtime,” a song just weird and well-known enough to let Tommy Andromeda feel more settled in.

And, with a few hip shakes, suddenly he was coming to Aedan--every extra few seconds Aedan had taken to emote at himself in that character in the bathroom, every performance he had alone in his lab, every vivid fantasy he had had listening to music on long orca rides and quiet nights back at Talon was suddenly surging out of his heart and throat. He was in every swing of Aedan’s hips. Every stomp of his platform red and gold boots. He was the exiled magical space messiah who was a reincarnation of the prince of a fallen space kingdom who had to fight against the ancient order of his alien father’s--Okay, Marti was probably right about the unnecessarily convoluted backstory, but what mattered was that he was Tommy Andromeda.

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Rei had her finger to her ear as she ascended the stairs to the VIP lounge. “Security cams are still down, right?” she said.

“Yup,” Jaime spoke over her earpiece, “You’ve got three loud songs in the set.”

“I only need one,” said Rei, reaching the door

Admittedly when Marti said they would be going undercover as the band and it turned out Aedan was the best singer out of all of them, no one expected him to suddenly heft up a cardboard box of costumes and notebooks of sketches, but ‘outlandish’ fit the role for this mission. It was an odd little side project Aedan had talked to Rei about it before, but it seemed so intimate to him she couldn’t imagine him putting it on the line for a mission. As Rei reached the door to the lounge, she could hear the band’s music muffled up through the stairs. She pushed the door open as “Because the Night” came on, Samir’s keytar was muffled in the walls as Rei scanned across the room. There was an interior window looking down at the stage and Rei tried not to get too distracted by Aedan’s brightly-colored figure swaying and dancing below before she glanced at the people in the room. There were a handful of Deadlock members laying about the room in various states of drunkenness and boredom. One of them glanced up at her, a burly biker with his boots propped up on a scuffed up coffee table.

“Oh! Hey!” Rei rubbed the back of her head sheepishly, “Don’t mind me, I’m just looking for another extension chord.”

“...yeah we don’t have any of those,” said an Omnic picking dirt from his joints with a knife and barely glancing at her.

“Ah okay,” said Rei, “You know, while I’m up here, you wouldn’t happen to have a Null Sector Data Lamprey that you’re currently extorting interpol with, then?”

Both Deadlock members glanced up sharply at her and Rei smiled. “I can go look downstairs---” she said, turning around before she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder.

“Oh, mosh pit?” said Rei.

“What--?” said the deadlock member gripping her shoulder before she took hold of the biker’s forearm and flipped him over her, slamming him into the floor before pivoting and catching another Deadlock member in the stomach with a kick.

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The Venue was your typical grubby-but-big bar show that had a handful of would-be music journalists trying to look casual in the audience. Jaime sipped at his ginger ale with resignation at the bar as the set started. All things considered, Aedan and the team weren’t that bad. Marti was probably carrying them, instrument-wise, but Aedan had decent pipes and seemed to be so caught up in.. whatever the hell kind of interpretive dance shit he was doing while singing that it kept the audience’s attention. Jaime kept watch on the whole venue from a corner opposite the VIP lounge overhead, and he glanced up to see the venetian blinds of the VIP lounge drawn, and rustling. He kept an eye on the window, watching the blinds sway before they stilled. He sipped his ginger ale again and suddenly the blinds were being drawn back to the side. Rei gave him a thumbs up from behind the glass and he gave a thumbs-up to her before she moved out of the window. He turned his attention back to the stage. Even if Marti, Aedan, and Rajeev were all coated in enough makeup to screw up facial recognition software, Samir was probably the smartest out of all of them by covering his face up altogether with that cute emoji-eyed helmet. Part Daft Punk, part ‘Danger Will Robinson!’ Jaime smiled a little. Samir was all business even as his twin was feverishly hopping around the stage, restrained only by his guitar’s chord.

“What did I miss?” said Rei, breathlessly stepping up next to him. She had ditched her flannel and trucker hat and shaken out her hair so that the Ziegler volume could pass for 70′s shagginess. She was still wearing Aedan’s ratty Velvet Underground shirt.

“Rei--mission,” said Jaime.

“Oh, right,” said Rei, handing him the data lamprey from under her shirt, which he unceremoniously stuffed into the interior pocket of his jacket. Jaime drew a lighter from another pocket and lifted it over his head, making eye contact with Marti on the stage. She gave him a single nod. “So what did I miss?” Rei said again, now rolling up and tying off Aedan’s shirt into a sleeveless crop top.

“...Pelvic thrusts?” said Jaime, glancing back at the stage as Aedan was practically using his mic stand to pole dance to “Black Tongue.”

“Dammit,” Rei muttered under her breath.

Jaime snorted. “Don’t worry, he’s still in full bird-of-paradise mode.”

“Yeah,” said Rei, leaning her elbow on the bar and leaning her hand on her cheek, “Isn’t he amazing?”

Aedan was contorting himself on stage as he sung, letting his body shift and stretch with the sound.

“He’s... certainly... leggy?” said Jaime. He nudged Rei’s shoulder. “You should get closer to the stage.”

“I shouldn’t,” said Rei, “ I don’t want to distract him.”

“Oh come on, when are we going to get another band mission?” said Jaime.

“Well, you’ve been keeping lookout, it’ll look more natural if you go see Samir,” said Rei.

Jaime made eye contact with Samir and the emoji display on Samir’s helmet flashed up hyphen-closed eyes with a sweat drop.

“...I think he’s embarrassed enough without me rubbing his nose in it,” said Jaime with a snicker. He motioned with his head. “Come on. You’re Tommy Andromeda’s number one fan, right?”

Rei blushed and elbowed him. “I’ll be right back,” she said, hurrying into the concert crowd.

“Don’t throw your bra at him!” Jaime called after her.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Rei yelled back, jumping so he could see her over the crowd.

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Aedan wasn’t really sure how he had managed to get himself into a glute bridge pose while covering “Love is the Drug” but he stretched an arm up to the overhead lights as he vocalized. He was still lying on his back on the stage when they transitioned into the next song. The finale, “Baby It’s You,” by Promises. Aedan assumed all the foppish melancholy of Tommy Andromeda as he sang, letting his arm limply fall against the stage, his hand hanging over its edge.

“You're here with me now but you're saying You don't want me any more You're holding me now but you're saying You can't see me no no more You whisper good-bye then cling tighter to me I can't take no moooooore---” Lower to the floor of the stage, he could make out more faces in the crowd, including one figure with dark hair in a Velvet Underground shirt. His eyes flicked open with sharp awareness as he brought himself upright on the floor. “Woo--oo---oooahhhh!” He clutched his spare fist to his chest before flinging his arm out to Rei in an imploring motion as he sprang to his feet and Rajeev slammed down on the C chord on his guitar, “Baaaaby it’s yooooou!”

Rei apparently didn’t anticipate him being able to pick her out of the crowd so quickly and her hand went over her mouth and she went beet red and a nervious laugh fell out of her as he started strutting around the stage, occasionally throwing her a wink or a hip gyration. A side-eye emoji flashed up on Samir’s helmet display as he looked at her and then looked to Marti, but Marti just smiled and kept working at her soundboard. They finished the mission after all, they might as well finish the set. She got a few glances from the crowd, but none of them seemed to recognize her as the roadie with her hair down and jacket off.

Aedan threw his head back as he dropped to his knees again with the chorus, glitter-saturated sweat gathering in the dip of his collarbone as he raised one arm up to an unseen night sky before gesturing back out at the audience--well, Rei, to be honest--as he hit that final high note.

“Baaaby it’s yoooooou!”

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mysticmylifeisamess-enger · 6 years ago

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Forget Me Not - Ch. 11

Pairing: Saeran/Reader

Word count: 2,518

Summary: The morning after and the interrogation on Saeran begins.

Warning: Major spoilers for Ray route, Saeyoung’s route & secret ending.

A/N: Listen,,,,,when I tell you that I’ve had the ending of this chapter written out and ready for months and am over the moon to finally be able to post it, I am not kidding. I know I said ch. 9 was tHE chapter I have been waiting to post, but I truly believe that this tops it.

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The alarm by his bed rang through the room, quickly fumbling to turn it off as to not disturb the presence next to him. His hands coming up to rub the sleep out of his eyes, adjusting to the sunlight that poured in from the windows. Once he looked over, he noticed the spot next to him, the one you had occupied last night, was empty.

The covers neatly pulled up and no sign of you anywhere else in the room. How he hadn’t noticed you leave was beyond him, hand running through his tousled hair at the vacant feeling. Last night was everything he could have ever hoped for, and now that it was over and you weren’t anywhere in sight, he felt his heart sink a bit.

He fell back into the pillows, reminiscing on every detail of the night. You two stayed up until 3 am, looking at the stars as he held you close to his chest. The excited, yet sleepy look on your face the entire time made his heart do leaps. At one point, he noticed your breathing become deep, the light snoring a dead giveaway that you fell asleep against him.

He carried you back down to his apartment, ready to tuck you into his bed. He planned on sleeping on the couch, but with your sleepy voice asking him to stay and clinging onto him, how could he leave? Your hands held his tightly in your sleep and he couldn’t help but observe. He couldn’t explain the calm that washed over him as he watched your serene face, a small smile on his the entire time. Everything about it felt so natural and candid.

Once he got up and out of bed, the reality hitting him once again, he noticed the folded note that sat on the nightstand. The forget-me-nots he put in your hair sitting next to it, picking them both up and reading over the words you left him.

‘I had to leave a little early to get to work and I didn’t want to disturb you. Won’t be able to stop by the shop today, but I’ll drop by first thing tomorrow.

And thank you for last night ♥’

The smile on his face turning into the widest, goofiest grin. ‘Thank you for last night.’ He really thought he should be the one saying that. You came into his life and made it so much brighter, and last night was one he’ll always look back on with fondness because of you. You truly were something else.

He got ready to go to the shop, taking a quick shower, throwing on his usual button up and pants, with the simple breakfast of a banana hanging off his mouth as he made his way out. His walk to the shop was usually mundane, but today, everything seemed so much brighter. The sun was out, the skip in his step noticeable and the smile as he greeted any passerby was radiant.

Once he was a block short of his destination, he pulled out his phone to see the many notifications that took over his screen. But he quickly put those aside to compose a text.

’Here I was hoping to make you breakfast only to read your note. How’d you sleep?’ he typed out and quickly sent, hearing an almost immediate ding.

‘Like a rock. Did I snore right in your face last night?’ you responded, making him chuckle a bit.

‘Yeah. It was really cute’

‘Figured. And don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of other chances to make me breakfast soon’

A small blush formed on his cheeks at your words, the implication that it wouldn’t be the last filled him with warmth.

‘I’ll have to learn to make something special for you then. I just got to the shop, but I’ll talk to you soon’ he sent, a second of hesitation as he thought of typing something else out.

‘And thanks for last night. I couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss’ as soon as the words were spelled out, he back-spaced some.

‘And thanks for last night.’

Putting his phone in his pocket, he opened the door to find his twin there earlier than usual. A wide grin spread on his face, as if he was just waiting for him to walk through that door at any second and looking all too eager to find out what happened. Saeran only walked passed him, putting on his apron and ignoring the attentive gaze that was on him.

“Good morning, weird to see you here so early,” Saeran said, breaking the silence and avoiding eye contact.

“Oh well I thought that I’d let you sleep in, you did have a guest over after all,” he responded, eyeing him and trying to bait some sort of response or hint at something.

“I guess I did,” was all he could bring himself to say, biting back a smile at the thought. Though once Saeyoung noticed, he practically pounced.

“So something did happen between you two last night!” he exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at him.

“It’s not like that,” Saeran said, lowering the other’s finger, “We just stayed up late talking.”

“Nothing else? What did you two even talk about?”

“I got to know her. What she’s like, where she’s from, what makes her feel warm, what makes her tick, and everything in-between. I’ve never met someone whose every word I hung onto, that captivated me so fully, and I just wanted to hear more,” he mused, looking off almost dreamily before they met Saeyoung’s questioning eyes again, “And we may have kissed.”

“You two kissed?!”

“To be fair, she initiated it,” he said casually, “But we did, and it was everything I hoped for and more.”

“Okay, that’s sweet and all, but I have so many questions. First, what time exactly did that happen? Second-“

“Why does the time matter?”

“Nevermind that, but what does this mean for you two?” Saeyoung asked, the giddy smile on his face only getting wider.

“I, um, I’m not sure. I mean I told her that I was falling in love with her and-“

“Woah wait, you told her you loved her?! What did she say??”

“Well she said it firs-“

“She said it first?! Zen was so confident that you two wouldn’t kiss, this has to get me an extra few won,” Saeyoung more said to himself before meeting the glare coming from his twin, “Sorry, so what does this mean? Are you two dating now?”

“I would hope so. I’ll probably talk to her about it tomorrow since she’s stopping by, but I was thinking of sending her some flowers in the meantime. A bouquet of heartsease would be perfect.”

Saeyoung looked at him, he smiled knowingly as he waited for a response.

“You occupy my thoughts.”

“And you said you two ‘just talked,’” he teased, emphasizing his last words with air quotes, “Wait till the other’s hear about this.”

“Can you let me tell them? I would rather it come from me than whatever ideas are going through your mind right now.”

“Alright, but you should probably do it soon. Everyone’s been asking questions all morning,” Saeyoung said, picking up the list of orders and disappearing to the backroom, leaving Saeran alone at the front of the shop.

He let out a sigh, grinning to himself once again as he pulled out his phone. Sure enough, the notifications he had before seem to have doubled since last he checked. And just as he expected, they were all from RFA members. Primarily, Rika. And just as he opened the chatroom, he noticed only one person on, Zen.

Saeran has entered the chatroom

ZEN: Saeran!

ZEN: I was afraid you had gotten kidnapped or were going awol

ZEN: Everything okay?

Saeran: Yeah, everything is fine.

Saeran: Actually more than fine, if I’m being honest.

ZEN: Is this about last night?

ZEN: We’re all wondering what happened,

ZEN: but I’m sure you got bombarded by your brother with questions this morning

Saeran: I actually came on here to talk about it.

Saeran: I’m sure you guys have some questions,

Saeran: and I’m sorry to anyone I’ve worried.

Saeran: I just needed to spend some time with MC alone

ZEN: You two went back to your place, right?

ZEN: Did she spend the night?

Saeran: Yes, she did.

ZEN: Did you two…

Saeran: No, we didn’t.

ZEN: Kiss?

Saeran: Oh

Saeran: Yes, we did.

ZEN: -shocked emoji-

ZEN: WHAT?!

ZEN: -angry emoji-

ZEN: I am not going to hear the end of this from Saeyoung…

Saeran: What?

ZEN: Don’t worry about it.

ZEN: I just want to hear more

Rika has entered the chatroom

Rika: I knew I’d reach you here at some point.

Rika: Listen,

Saeran: Rika, it’s whatever.

Rika: It’s not whatever!

Rika: I really want to apologize for last night.

Rika: I shouldn’t have judged MC so quickly, she obviously means a lot to you.

Rika: And truly, I am happy to see you find someone!

Rika: I just let my judgement get the better of me and thought I knew what was best for you.

Rika: And I’m really sorry about that.

His shoulders fell slightly, a tension he didn’t know he was holding onto release. While he wanted to think that he would have been fine without her approval, he couldn’t deny that it hurt. But seeing her come around was all he could really ask for.

Saeran: Thank you...

Saeran: And I’m sorry as well.

Saeran: I’m sure once you get to know her, you’ll like her too!

Rika: I hope that I get the opportunity to.

Rika: I do have to run, but thank you for hearing me out.

Rika: And I’m glad to see that you two had fun last night.

Rika has left the chatroom

ZEN: I’m not sure what happened...

ZEN: and I know she seemed really upset about it

ZEN: But I’m glad you two made up

ZEN: Anyways, I still want to know how your date went last night

ZEN: We need details!

Saeran: Maybe soon.

Saeran: I have to get going

Saeran: Have to get back to tending the shop

Saeran: But I’ll talk to you later

Saeran: Especially considering I know that you placed a bet against me

Saeran: We’ll have to have a chat soon (:

Saeran has left the chatroom

He could only smile as he put his phone away, getting to work on the bouquet he was about to have Saeyoung deliver to you. All day, that smile never left. With every customer he greeted, with every bouquet and arrangement he made, and even with the tedious tasks he did around the shop, that smile never seemed to fade.

The day was starting to wind down, shop emptied out of customers to leave the twins alone to close up. The bounce in Saeran’s step never faltered, smiling to himself at the constant thought that you were his. You belonged to him. And that thought, more than anything, made him feel a sense of joy he hadn’t before, a comfort and security to have someone like you at his side. Just the thought of you brought him a calm like no other.

He approached the door, ready to lock it only to see an envelope taped to it from the outside. A blank, white envelope with no writing on the outside, no return address or name to know who it was for. But he guessed that since it was taped at his door, it was probably his. He eyed it suspiciously as he slowly opened it, revealing a note scribbled on by a handwriting that looked familiar, but he couldn’t place it.

As he read it, he felt his heart drop, hands shaking almost violently as he read the note over and over to be sure of what it said. He felt frozen in place, but he wanted to run, to get away from here. His eyes finally tore from the paper, wide and darting back and forth around him before he moved to the door, looking around for someone, anyone that could have hinted at who left it there. Even without seeing a single soul outside, he had the unnerved feeling of being watched. Fear running through him in a rush, his breathing became unsteady and panicked. ‘This can’t be true,’ he thought repeatedly, but the letter said otherwise.

“Saeyoung!” he called out frantically, “Saeyoung!”

“What? What is it?” he asked coming out from the backroom, confused at this sudden distress. Saeran silently held out the note for him, taking it in his own hands to read what could possibly have him worked up like this. Looking over the words, he quickly understood.

“Who left this?” Saeyoung asked, his voice unsteady as he said it.

“I-I’m not sure, it was taped to the door. What do we do?”

“I don’t know,” he replied, looking back down at the note, “We need to talk to V.”

“Do you think that will solve anything? Do you really think he’ll have an answer to this?!” Saeran asked, his voice raising out of pure frustration.

“He has to know something,” Saeyoung said, much more collected than his twin was, “we just need to stay calm.”

“I can’t, Saeyoung! What if he sent this?! I’m finally happy and I don’t want to lose that because of him,” an anger bubbling in his chest before he thought about what that truly meant, “What if he gets to MC first?”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“How do you know that?! She’s supposed to be safe, she can’t go through what we did, I can’t let that happen!”

“I know, and we’ll figure this out, okay?” Saeyoung tried to reassure, his hands landing on either side of his brother’s shoulder to look him in the eyes.

Saeran’s breathing felt labored as he tried to steady it, the initial shock of it all washing away to leave him more scared than he had ever been in his life. Though he knew Saeyoung was just as scared. He may have sounded calm and at ease, but the shaky and fearful look in his eyes contradicted his words. He knew it was best to not press on.

“I’m sorry,” was all he could say, averting his gaze back down to the letter in Saeyoung’s hand and taking it back, “We’ll talk to V first.”

“Everything will be fine, just please trust me,” Saeyoung said before returning to his work, leaving Saeran alone at the front of the shop with words he wanted so desperately to believe. That didn’t stop the fear he was feeling, the weight in his chest or the thoughts that flooded of what was to come. What this would mean for his shop, the RFA, or most importantly, to you. He looked back down at the letter, reading the words carefully one more time to be sure of what it said.

‘I know you’re the prime minister’s illegitimate sons. You can’t hide behind your flowers and organization forever…’

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ellygoesnyooom · 7 years ago

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Chapter 1: Discovery

This is the first official chapter to my new AU, Eleven Days! The RFA finally make an appearance, so yay! If you didn’t read the prologue yet, you can check it out here! The link will also be at the bottom of the post. The original idea came from @cupidberry1571, and you can find the original request in the prologue. This is out later than I usually post, I’m sorry! I had some other things to tend to before I sat down and wrote this. I’ve talked enough, so I’ll let you guys get to reading!

Pairing: 707 x MC

Words: 1682

His head felt foggy as he shoved away from his desk and rubbed his eyes underneath his glasses. They burned, as he had been staring at the computer for over a day. Or had it been longer? Or had it been shorter? He had no clue. All he knew was that his back was incredibly sore and popped loudly as he straightened it, his stomach was growling loudly, and he needed to use the bathroom.

With a groan, Seven stood, knees weak from not having stood in hours. He stumbled out of the dark office, eyes squinted against the light he left on in his messy kitchen. “Where is Vanderwood when I need him?” He sighed, shaking his head before reaching into the slightly open cabinet, hand patting along the shelf, finding nothing. He sighed dejectedly before shutting the cabinet and going to his sink, where he sifted through a seemingly endless pile of dishes to find a glass.

Once he dug out a coffee cup, washed it, and filled it with a cup of coffee, he settled himself on his couch. The cushions smelled of spilt soda and his favorite chips, but he didn’t seem to mind nor care as he pulled his phone out and opened the chat room he created. He scrolled through the previous conversations with the other members of the RFA, laughing to himself at Yoosung’s whining about classes and Zen’s constant talk about his upcoming musical. Jaehee, as usual, was supportive, and complimented his hard work in rehearsal. He also found humor and Jumin and Zen’s bickering.

About halfway through the chats, someone brought up a forest that had been a subject of debate for a while in the media. It had been a sort of rumor that has spread around the city. There were stories of people going in, and disappearing for eleven days, not a word heard from them until the end, when they appear again, unharmed and seeming to have no memory of the days they were gone. Many people had gone in, wanting to see what happened. Most came back unharmed, with no evidence to back up the myth.

Today, Yoosung and Zen were debating it’s existence, and the current open chatroom was Yoosung chatting with him about it again.

*707 has entered the chatroom*

707: hi hi

Zen: Seven! Have you heard of the forest?

Yoosung: Yeah! There was another disappearance and reappearance!

707: ya? Who hasn’t?

707: yoosung, zen, wana go on an adventure there?

Zen: no way! I can’t risk disappearing before the opening of my musical!

707: oh, right! That’s tomorrow! Then

707: yoosung! Let’s go on a grand adventure to the mysterious forest!

Yoosung: no! What if this is a trick?

707: and why would I, God 707, trick you?

707: my intentions are as pure as a lamb!

Zen: *… emoji*

Yoosung: *annoyed emoji*

707: yoosung! I’ll give you HBC if you come!

Yoosung: no way!

707: how about three whole bags?

Yoosung: …fine

Zen: Yoosung! Don’t give in to him! What if he’s lying!

707: I’ll swing by to pick you up in one of my babies in a few!

*707 has left the chatroom*

Seven chuckled and turned off his phone, a grin on his face. Vanderwood was going to kill him for doing this, but what did he have to lose? His brain was melting from all of the coding he’s done for hours straight. Plus he was ahead of schedule on this project; it wasn’t due until the end of the next week at 23:59. He had plenty of time, he could spare a few hours to go search this ‘magic forest’.

He pushed off of the couch and grabbed his signature hoodie, slipping it over his shirt. He had been wearing it for the past two days, but he usually kept his office cold, so he didn’t sweat much, and it shouldn’t have smelled. For good measure though, he sprayed a little cologne in the air and stepped through it before grabbing his phone and keys and leaving the bunker.

“Are we almost there, Seven?” Yoosung whined, head pressed against the headrest of the seat and turned to Seven, whose eyes were locked on the road ahead of them. “Soon~!”

They had been driving for nearly two hours, and poor Yoosung was going crazy with boredom. They had listened to music, talked about LOLOL, talked about the RFA, talked about Yoosung’s not so successful love life. Yoosung had even finished one of the bags of Honey Buddha Chips he was given, which Seven hadn’t expected. Finally they lapsed into silence, Yoosung’s amethyst eyes staring out the window at the passing scenery while Seven’s focused on the road.

The sun was setting when they finally reached the so-called magic forest. The tops of the trees glowed orange and red from the setting sun behind them. Long shadows extended out towards where they parked the car off the side of the road, successfully shielding their eyes from the sun’s bright light as they climbed out and stretched their backs and legs.

“Did you bring a flashlight?” Yoosung asked, eyes darting around nervously. “Nope. Did you?” A wicked grin stretched across his lips as he teased Yoosung, whose eyes had widened and face had blanched. “I’m kidding, don’t worry! Agent 707 is always prepared!” Seven’s eyes locked with Yoosung’s as he raised his arm dramatically, keys in hand. With a press of a button, the car’s trunk popped open, and he quickly retrieved a small black flashlight and three huge containers of glow sticks.

“When do you ever need those?”

“Oh, those are for me, not for missions. They are so cool! Plus we can use them to go home when it gets dark.” Seven cracked one of the sticks a few times, shaking until it glowed a vibrant yellow. He repeated the process and connected the two, wrapping it around his neck. Yoosung rolled his eyes, grabbing a few of his own before turning on his heel and heading towards the shadowed woods ahead. “Let’s get this over with, Seven. Why did I even agree to this?” He muttered the last part, shaking his head while cracking the glow sticks.

“Wait for me!” The trunk was slammed, doors locked, and keys pocketed before he took off after Yoosung, who had stopped at the edge and was staring in, back to Seven. “What, are you scared?”

“H-huh? No! Never!” Yoosung’s voice wavered, contradicting his words as he took an uneasy step forwards. “Nono, hold on, let the real men go ahead!”

“I am a real man!” Cheeks aflame with indignation, Yoosung stomped ahead into the woods, eyes darting around. “Man, he’s too easy.” With one last glance back at his baby, Seven strided into the woods, excitement coursing through his body.

It felt like a mission to Seven. He didn’t have his computers or any of the other things he brought with on missions, but that didn’t matter. His mission this time was to investigate the mystery of the disappearing and reappearing people.

“Hey Yoosung, what if we actually disappeared like the other people who have?” Yoosung gave an exasperated sigh, sweeping his flashlight around until it landed on Seven, who was investigating a little creek that was trickling through the woods. It created a lovely little trickling noise that served as background noise in the otherwise quiet and dark forest.

“I don’t know, Seven! You’ve asked me that three times now?”

“Okay, but what if?”

“Go back to looking around! It’s getting late!” The light left Seven’s eyes, and he had to blink a few times to adjust his eyes to the darkness. They continued further into the woods, Yoosung holding the flashlight and sweeping it around their surroundings. Nearby, an owl hooted softly, causing goosebumps to raise on Seven’s arms and causing Yoosung to jump nearly a foot in the air. “Just an owl, it’s fine!”

They continued in for a while, the whole time Seven feeling an unusual sensation in his chest, tugging him closer to the heart of the forest. “Do you feel that?” Yoosung scoffed, ignoring Seven. “Can we head back soon? It’s getting cold.”

“No, Yoosung, do you feel that?” The flashlight fell on his face, sending Yoosung’s figure into shadow and putting the spotlight on Seven. “Feel what, Seven? The cold? The fear? There’s nothing out here, now let’s go home!”

“Yoosung, I want to go further.” He let out a groan of annoyance. “Of course you do! Why did I even come out here with you?” The light shifted off of Seven and onto the forest floor as Yoosung pulled his phone out to check the time. “It’s nearly 11! Let’s go back!” Seven wished he didn’t feel this… tug in his chest, but he did. He needed to go further, but not then.

Hesitantly, he turned the way they came. “Let’s go, Yoosung. You should get going home, you have class tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, thank god you realized that!” He practically ran the way they came from, leaving Seven to hesitantly turn away from the center of the forest and follow the glow of their glowsticks back through the woods, into his car, and back the two hours to drop of Yoosung and go back to his bunker.

When he shut the car off in his garage, he sat there for a while, staring at the wall in front of the car. The tug felt so… wonderful, almost blissful. It turned his whole chest warm, like he was drinking hot chocolate on a chilly day. It made him want to go back and find the source of that blissful sensation again.

He glanced at his phone settled in the console. The time read 2:38am, but he wasn’t tired, despite having not slept for nearly three days. He put the key back into the ignition, twisted it, and pulled out of the garage, heading back to the forest.

He was going to find that sensation again, and this time, he would continue and find the source.

Prologue / Chapter 2

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