#19 Saeyoung x MC! ❤️
This is complete fluff, and I got carried away. I am sorry. But I hope you still like it? :)
19. With no space left between us
The hum of a monitor, the hardness of the keyboard, the bitterness of coffee…this was torture.
Saeyoung’s eyes burned as he fixated his unblinking stare at the glaring monitor. It had been a long while since he’d hacked, but his fingers were no less nimble. Actually, he was more productive now than when he was younger. Perhaps the difference was a matter of incentive. No longer was he driven by a dangerous agency, but rather the innate protectiveness to provide for his family. That and…well, his life wasn’t on the line for these smaller freelance jobs.
The thought of you and Saeran probably lazing about just outside the door brought a small smile onto his lips as well as an intense pain to his chest. He wanted to be there so badly. Tiny currents of energy surged through his fingers, sending them gliding across the keys at an even faster pace. A few more hums…several more clicks…and the last sip of bitterness…
Saeyoung hit the final key and pushed back against his desk, spinning his chair in a triumphant circle. “I am finished!” he cried, throwing his arms up in the air. He swiveled towards the small window on the door, awaiting your beaming face or at least a note that you had left on the glass earlier.
His heart sunk a little in disappointment when he found neither. But he wasn’t going to let that get him down. Saeyoung shut off his computers before leaving the self-proclaimed prison that was his workroom. He stopped in the doorway, confused by the lack of light in the bunker.
He checked his watch. It was only a few hours after dinner, and neither you nor Saeran should’ve been asleep–no matter how much bickering there had been about your “decent sleeping schedule.” With a click of his tongue, he explored the rest of the bunker.
“MC?” he called, peeking into the kitchen. The counter was clean, and there was no trace of a late-night snack. Hanging onto the doorpost, he leaned back and checked the small table with his car keys on it. As he suspected…one of them was missing.
Figuring you two had stepped out for groceries or fresh air, he shrugged off his hoodie and headed towards the bathroom for a shower. He shook his head at the folded towel and fresh set of clothes already waiting for him on the counter, accompanied by a little note from you. Although, it wasn’t until after he washed up did he realize you gave him a sweater to wear…which was odd considering it was the middle of summer. Still, he learned long ago not to argue with you and just go along with it.
The bunker was just as dark and empty as when he had finished work. You two would probably be out for awhile then. Resigned to the temporary solitude, he moved to the bedroom. He opened the door and took a step forward into darkness, nearly swearing when pain crackled through his shin. He flicked on the switch and found his attacker. It was the edge of a chair…which happened to be mostly covered by blankets….which connected to even more blankets and more chairs.