Also, thank you @sinfulinsecret for helping me sort out my thoughts and shaping this fic (otherwise it would’ve been a bigger mess than it already is).
A/N: This work is set in a
world in which everything at Mint Eye actually happened (V’s dead, Saeran’s
back, Saeyoung quit the agency, Rika’s in Alaska). But Seven and MC
(reader insert) stayed best friends, they were always friends. This happens a
year and a half after the main story.
was lying down on the couch, eyes glued to the screen of his Nimtendo DS. Deft
fingers moved from one button to another, the sounds from the device being the
only ones filling the room. You were sitting on the opposite couch to his, just
watching the other twin play, waiting for Saeyoung to come with a bowl of Honey
Buddha Chips. You
were currently at Saeyoung’s place to plan some stuff out for the upcoming RFA
are you thinking? You lost or something?” you were indeed lost in though
until the redhead’s voice snapped you out of your reverie.
you long enough,” you teased.
simply scoffed and dumped the bowl between your crossed legs before letting
himself fall on the couch right next to you.
“You should feel honored by my fabulous presce-
OUCH!” he exclaimed in an indignant tone of voice when you pinched his
“You’re really really smart but like… you
can be so dumb sometimes,”
you wiggled your eyebrows at him and stuck your tongue out.
let out a soft chuckle and threw some chips at you, making you gasp loudly. You
eyed him, then Saeran with a happy gleam in your eyes and suddenly you were
reminded of the events that happened a year and a half ago, your throat
suddenly feeling tight.
if on cue the man next to you poked your cheek gently as a concerned frown
adorned his face. He was such a great friend.
“What’s wrong, (y/n)?” he said.
bit your bottom lip, unable to lie to his face, “I just thought of what happened back then… I just… I’m happy that you
were reunited with your brother but even though I didn’t know him as long as
you did… V just deserved so much better.”
voice was quiet enough for Saeran not overhear your conversation. Seven’s eyes
immediately found your own and you could feel
the guilt overflowing his body.
“But, it wasn’t anyone else’s fault but
Rika’s,” you added, “She refused
help, she abused V, she corrupted Saeran. It’s just… It sucks I guess.”
grabbed Seven’s hand and gave it a comforting squeeze before looking over at
Saeran who still had his eyes glued to his game. You were truly glad that the
twins were able to reunite. They both deserved it.
nodded once before sighing and standing up, beckoning you to follow him. You
brushed the crumbs from the chips off your lap and followed your friend into
his room. You noticed that there was his car-shaped bed, a couple of
bookshelves, a nightstand, a TV, and some stars glued to the ceiling. His room
was simple and quite messy.
‘He truly is like a child,’ you thought.
grabbed something that looked like a photo album from his bookshelf. It was
weird. You never took him as the person to have photo albums. He
walked towards his bed and sat down, placing the album on his lap.
“Well? Come in,” he dusted off the album then proceeded to
closed the door behind you as you made your way into his room and towards his
bed, “So, what’s that?”
let yourself fall next to him, just like he did a few minutes ago on the couch.
Your eyes slowly moved towards the item on his lap, a picture of the original
RFA adorning the first page. There was Yoosung with his brown, short hair; then
Jumin, his expression as stoic as ever, your eyes lingered on his face for a
bit longer. Zen was right next to him, a sweet smile adorning his undeniably
gorgeous face and Saeyoung was standing next to Yoosung with an
uncharacteristic serious expression, and right in the middle were… V and Rika,
smiling right at the camera.
“Why are you showing me this?” you said
in a small voice.
“I wanted to show you what the RFA was like,
what V was like. You guys are truly special for me and I needed something to
prove that this all wasn’t a dream; therefore I made this photo album. Now, I
know you profusely dislike Rika but I think it’s a good idea to talk about
this. For me, for you, and eventually for everyone in the RFA,” he mumbled
the last part.
and Seven didn’t want the others to know about the things that went down at
Mint Eye and you disagreed instantly but promised to keep it a secret for the time being.
You two then started talking about the
past parties and some the funny things that happened in the messenger. It
wasn’t as lively as it was now but it didn’t mean they weren’t funny.
Then Seven turned the page,
revealing a picture of V, Rika, and Jumin sitting on a couch with Elizabeth the
3rd resting on your fiancé’s lap. You smiled as you saw Jumin in
casual clothing, his hair slightly messy, a small smile adorning his face while
his hand idly rested on Elizabeth’s back. All in all, he looked adorable.
I remember that day!” Saeyoung pointed at Jumin’s face, grinning slightly.
“What happened that day?” you tilted your
head slightly in curiosity as you noticed Saeyoung’s eyes started shining.
“That’s the day Jumin got Elly!” he
grinned widely and looked over at you.
“Oh, my! Really!? He looks really happy…” you
trailed off, your mind suddenly filled with thoughts of the man you loved with
your entire being.
‘He must be at work right now,’ you thought.
“So what exactly happened!? How did he
react!? Please tell me everything, Saeyoung!” you were so eager to hear
about his adorable reaction.
“Well, I wasn’t there there but they sent this photo to the messenger. But I know what
happened. It was Rika who gave her to him. They were at V’s apartment and he
was really happy, even though he kept saying it wasn’t a big deal,” he
rolled his eyes.
“Wait. So, Rika gave Elizabeth the 3rd
to him?” you weren’t exactly jealous but it made you feel uneasy. Still you
were glad that Elizabeth was there to keep company to Jumin before you did.
5 p.m., Outside of Zen’s
You waited for your friend to come
out eagerly. He’d promised that he would take you for a ride on his motorcycle,
despite Jumin’s constant reprimanding whenever you brought the subject up.
Afterwards you two would just hang out at a bar and talk. And you did exactly
Time flew by as fast as it did with
Seven. You had a great time riding your friend’s motorcycle. It was one of the
biggest rushes you’ve ever felt in your life, besides those experienced behind
closed doors at your lover’s apartment.
You lost track of time completely
when you were drinking and chatting. Zen always had been a great person to talk
to. He was the one person you could
always go to for advice and, to be honest, he was pretty fun.
11 p.m., Jumin’s
Saying that today had been a
stressful day would be an understatement. One of the big deals he was working
on had been dropped without previous notice, causing chaos to erupt in the
office. That specific deal would’ve been of great use for the company.
He stepped into your shared
apartment and was immediately greeted by Elizabeth the 3rd’s meowing
followed by an affectionate rub against his ankles. The man felt suffocated and
fatigued, he had a headache and wanted nothing more than to come home to you
That’s when he noticed you weren’t
strange,’ he thought, checking his phone to see if he had any missed calls
or messages from you after he noticed you only left a note that spelled “It’s
my day off so I’ll be back later! Love you!”
Just when he thought his day
couldn’t get any worse.
1 a.m., Jumin’s apartment
Crap. It was really late and you
just realized you had over 5 missed calls from Jumin.
As quietly as you possibly
could you unlocked this apartment door and stepped inside. You closed the door
and placed the keys in your coat’s right pocket.
The moment you stepped into the
living room he was there. Arms crossed with posture that screamed rage. His face was the most emotionless
he’s ever directed at you in a while.
was the only thing you could think.
You only stood there, like a deer
caught in the headlights, staring at him. You felt awful. It was late; you totally forgot to call him
or text him because you had such a great time. That was no excuse, though. You
took a deep breath; ready to wholeheartedly apologize when he held a hand up.
even bother. Where were you?” his voice was like ice and it struck at your
heart. He never spoke this way to you.
But you still couldn’t even bring
yourself to argue, not when you had some fault here, “I was with Seven organizing something for the party and then I hung out
Anger mixed with annoyance flashed across
his face, but just as soon as it appeared, it was gone. You sighed and started
walking up to your fiancé only for him to turn around and walk away, heading
into his study.
have some work to do, go to bed,” those were the last words he said before
he shut the door behind him.
Three days later, Jumin’s
No “good mornings” or “goodnights” had been exchanged, no kisses or
embraces, no loving words had left his lips ever since he shut the door of his
study that night. Whatever attempt at a conversation you had was only filled by
his ice-cold tone of voice accompanied by his stoic face and your hesitant
voice. Every time you tried to touch him he successfully managed to evade you.
You’d heard from Jaehee what had
happened with the other company and the deal that was dropped. You were sure
that work would be extremely heavy for the next week at the very least and that
you being home so late that night only made added up to his frustrations. But still, you had apologized for not texting
him about your whereabouts that day. He’d dismissed you.
He had just gotten home and you were
set on fixing things. You were
standing in the hallway that connected the entrance with the living room, a shy
smile adorning your face. You tried your best to hide your anxieties but it was
proving more difficult when his cold gaze met your own.
love!” you walked over to him and tried to help him with his coat only to
have him step back and do it himself.
he said nonchalantly before walking past you and towards the living room,
immediately picking Elizabeth he 3rd who had been resting on the
couch. His eyes softened as he stroked her soft fur and you only felt your hurt
You shook your head in an attempt to
clear your thoughts and made your way towards the couch, letting yourself fall
right next to him, startling Elizabeth in the process, which made you feel a
pang of guilt.
made dinner tonight! I thought you would be hungry and I wanted to have some
quality time with my soon-to-be husband!” you said in the brightest tone
you could physically muster but the only thing you received was an angry scowl
you be more careful? You scared Elizabeth the 3rd,” he looked
back down at the feline, “Plus, I already
ate at the office.”
That. Was. It.
You were tired of this attitude of
his. It was too painful. You missed a man that was right in front of you. You
knew how difficult he could be at times but this was just ridiculous. What you
had done was wrong but you apologized and he still acted this way? No. You
wouldn’t have it anymore. You would never apologize for actually being with
your friends and having fun.
stood from your spot on the couch, crossed your arms, and your “happy
girlfriend” façade broke, only revealing raw hurt.
what is your problem? I’ve been
trying my best here, Jumin. I know you’re trying to push me away. But guess
what? It’s not happening. I want to make this right and you don’t seem to give
a shit. I went out with my friends. So what!? I already said I was sorry! I
already apologized for not texting you because unlike you I can see past other
people’s mistakes and forgive.”
His hair covered those dark eyes of
his and you could see his entire body tensing, “Stop being ridiculous, (y/n).”
At that he stood up and tried to
walk past you but you grabbed his suit’s sleeve and he stopped in his tracks.
Slowly, he turned to face you and
you were met with a look that screamed annoyance. You felt a knot in your throat
as you fought hard to hold back a sob that was so desperately fighting to slip
he raised an eyebrow and you just couldn’t take it anymore.
that! Stop this! It’s not my fault that you’re frustrated about work! Because
instead of actually talking about it to me you decide to use a petty excuse to
let out your frustrations on me. I know what happened! A deal was dropped and
it screwed everything up! How is that my fault, Jumin? I just want to hear you
out and support you and love you and you’re making it impossible!” those
words jabbed at his heart and his pride.
trying to act like you know me. You’ve only been here for a year and a half.
Elizabeth has been here longer. What makes you believe you’re entitled to
decide what I’m feeling?” he snatched his sleeve back and his right hand
absentmindedly fiddled with it, “While
you were out and about messing around with Zen I was trying hard to provide for
you. And guess who was here for me? Elizabeth the 3rd. You are…” he
trailed off when he noticed that hot tears started falling down your cheeks. You
were biting your lip hard, blood
starting to trickle down.
was still fuming, his feelings were a mess at the moment and the only thing he
could fully register was your back slowly heading into the spare bedroom,
shutting the door close behind you along with your emotions.
Imagine Steve Rogers helping people get registered to vote. Maybe in his old neighborhood, maybe in the current time, or perhaps both.
Sam had to admit, it was
pretty cute. Steve had decided to take
some time away from rescuing kittens, defeating aliens, and charming men and
women with an aww-shucks smile to help the senior citizens of Brooklyn register
They set him up with a
card table and a stack of Voter Registration forms and pencils and Sam had to
say, Steve looked happier with every person he helped to register.
“Usually, we have to go
all the way to Town Hall for this.” An
elderly man in a worn blue jacket beamed at Steve from across the table.
“Not this year, sir. Take a seat, I can help you fill in the form,
if you like.”
He eased herself into the chair
across from Steve, but waved off the form Steve tried to hand him.
“I’m already registered to vote. I came because I wanted another picture with
Steve furrowed his brow. “I’m sorry,
I don’t remember taking a photo with you before, sir.”
Which was strange, Steve remembered
every fan, thanks to his eidetic memory.
“I don’t imagine you would.” He tugged a worn, black-and-white photo from
his jacket pocket and held it to Steve.
“I saw you on tour, back during the war.
Got a picture afterwards and everything.”
Sam leaned over from his place on a
nearby armchair (Gladys was kicking his
ass in Cribbage). Sure enough there
was Steve hoisting a young, dark-haired boy onto his shoulder.
“I’d –of course. Sam, can you-“
Sam already had his phone in
hand. “On it.”
The photos went viral – the one from
the 30s and the one Sam took in 2016 – and before Sam knew it, Tony was
organizing a USO revival tour at senior facilities all over the US. Steve was terrible at hiding his
Prince William , Duke of Cambridge and Prince Harry are pleased to share two more additional photographs from the personal photo album of their mother Diana , Princess of Wales. The two brothers recall fond memories from their childhood as they look through the album.
The documentary ‘Diana , Our Mother : Her Life and Legacy’ will air on ITV this evening (on July 24th 2017) at 9.00pm.
The 90-minute film celebrate the life and work of Diana , Princess of Wales in the 20th anniversary year since her passing (½) 📺📷 -July 24th 2017.
Photo : Prince William and Prince Harry pose for a picture 📷.
Adorable brothers 💙😍😊.