NOTES: I might carry this on a lil bit if you guys like it enough, possible smut too. Also I’ll be writing male roles in the future so keep posted!
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You weren’t sure how it’d ended up like this, you and seven.
He was upset about something, that much was obvious. But when you’d asked him you sadly got the expected answer of “Nothing’s wrong, I’m working.” Which wasn’t exactly a lie, he was working, but he didn’t have to be. He chose to work because something happened, because earlier he had delivered a dramatic speech about how he was free from the shackles of labour. Then he switched to a more sullen mood and strode off to his room.
You followed, which you knew probably wasn’t the best idea, but you did it anyway. And now here you both were, laying on his massive bed in complete silence. The occasional sound of his finger pads hitting the screen at rapid pace.
The bed must of felt lonely when he was on his own, but you generally tried not to think of that too much. Knowing that Luciel wasn’t the happiest of souls angered you to no end, because he deserved it. He deserved it so fucking much. Images flashed through your mind, and with every detailed picture of a sad, lonely and work obsessed seven, you felt yourself moving closer to him, shortening the distance of the sheets between you.
- Luciel -
She was getting closer. I could feel the sheets being pulled tighter across, and the body heat around me slowly increasing.
Why is she so persistent. I mentally screamed, I knew she’d do this, she always does.
She always makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. She always makes me confident, happy and as proud of myself as I could get, she knows just how to make me smile just as much as she knows how to make me want to press her into the mattress and mark her in every way I know how.
And fuck, I hated it.
I hated that she had power over me, I hated that she was so lovely and beautiful and that she went above and beyond every single one of my unbearably high standards. I hated how much I couldn’t possibly hide all these stupid fucking feelings no matter how hard I tried, especially at times like this.
I felt her small, warm hand reach out to my own, and I flinched. Her fingers entertained with my own, but I kept my hand straight. She didn’t seem to mind, only pressed further into my side.
She was nuzzling into me now, it was slowly getting harder to breathe. Her other hand gently wrapped around my waist and I tensed, feeling every muscle contract with her light touch. She panted on my shoulder slightly and I ignored the goose bumps that formed.
“Seven, I just really want you to know that I’m here and I always will be.” She breathed. I held back the urge to roll my eyes, not this.
“Listen, we’ve been over this an-” I started, still not looking away from my phone.
“Yes, I know, I know how this conversation starts and ends. I know how this will keep on going in a circle until you finally accept that me and you is okay. That me and you together is a good thing. And I am willing to walk around in circles thousands of times to wait for that day.”
don’t say that. please, please don’t say things like this. We can’t do this, we can’t be together, we can’t , we can’t.
She sighed and started again.
“I know that you live in a binary world of ones and zeros, and I know that I’m a two who doesn’t fit with the algorithm. I understand.” She muttered, her voice dropping lower. She was upset.
Damn it saeyoung! Look what you’re doing to her. Why is it that I’m going to end up hurting her either way? Is there something I’ve missed, have I not done something right? I just-
“I know how hard it is for you to compute that there’s a different number in the system, and I know that you think this is best because you’re just going to hurt me. But you know what? I don’t care. I don’t care that you have to work a lot and you won’t have a lot of time for me. I don’t care that you might get angry or shout at me from time to time, because I’ll probably do the same. I don’t care that you have a terrible past because I just want to be a part of your future, so I can try and help to make it as good as I can for you. Because you deserve it, fuck. You deserve it more than anyone I know Luciel. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, whichever form you’re in. Whether it be 707, Seven, Luciel or even Saeyoung. I don’t fucking care, I want them all. I just want you.”
I was crying.
My phone screen was now just a blurry glow of light and my glasses were of no use. My temples were wet and I had increased my breathing.
I couldn’t think straight. All I could think was her. It was always her.
There was not one other person that could do this, not one other person I would rather have clutched to my side. It was just her who I wanted to wake up to, who I wanted to spoil and take on days out and visit cat shelters. I wanted to run my fingers through her hair whilst she was sat on my lap watching tv. I wanted to do everything we did already, but I wanted to make it more personal. I wanted to be her person, the one who could make her feel just like she was making me. She was making me feel loved.
“I don’t care that I’m a two seven, because to me all that matters is when I’m with you, I feel like a one.”
I felt my t-shirt wet with her own tears. I heard her little sniffles and puffs of breath, I felt her hair fanned out around us, I felt her heartbeat and I felt her love.