Mystic Messenger [Fan Fiction]

Episode 2: All of us in one place

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I kept looking at myself in the mirror--trying to see if my hair was fine. Yes. It was. I think. Was it?

"Hana~ you're fidgety," I heard Saeyoung say from behind me. I looked at him through his reflection. He was wearing a plain black polo, his pants and his leather shoes. The sleeves of his polo were rolled halfway across his arms and well, his signature headphones hung around his neck. He wasn't wearing his glasses, yet.

I smiled, "I haven't seen them for a while now, you know. I wonder how everyone is doing."

He laughed, "You'll know soon enough."

Just then, the doorbell rang. I rushed to open the gates when he suddenly held onto my shoulder. "What?" I said as I looked at him.

This cheeky man just winked at me. Yep. He looked mischeivous, alright.

"Saeyoung!! Open the gate~!"

I ran to the window and looked outside. Sure enough, all of them were there. Even Saeran. When I heard Saeyoung giggling, I approached him to see what he was hunching over at the corner of the room. Everyone was on the screen of his computer.

"Ah! Let them in, already!"

He laughed, "Shh."

Geez.

"Hmm. How do we get inside?" it was Jumin. He was in his usual black tux over his white polo.

"This is a house, right?!" Zen, with his usual lines. I muffled a laugh.

"Hey! Saeyoung! Open the gate already!" -Yoosung

"Could it be that it has a password?" Ah, it's Jaehee. She just lifted her glasses a bit.

"Seems like Saeyoung built a tough security. I'm contemplating about hiring him so he could install the same thing in my penthouse. Elizabeth 3rd would like it."

"A cat will never understand that--achoo!"

"Zen, here's a tissue."

"How about calling him?" Jaehee suggested.

I saw how Zen turned to look at Saeran, "Saeran, would you know the password?"

"No," was Saeran's immediate answer.

"Come to think of it, why is Saeran with them?" I asked as I grabbed a stool and sat beside Saeyoung.

With his eyes still on the screen, he answered, "He told me he was going to spend the night at Yoosung's."

"I didn't even know they were that close," I gasped.

"Hey, Yoosung," I heard Zen say. I looked at the screen again. "You used to go to Saeyoung's, right? How did you get inside?"

Yoosung looked at the camera, "He had an Arabic password."

"WHAT?" They chorused. Zen's voice was the loudest.

"I know, right?! Who in their right mind would be learning Arabic, anyway?! Or even bring Arabic translating books with them, right?! Right?!" Yoosung snapped.

"Arabic..." Saeran muttered and rustled through his bag.

"Saeran?"

Then he fished out an Arabic book much to our surprise. Saeyoung couldn't help but laugh so loud.

"I brought one."

"WHY?!" Zen and Yoosung chorused.

Saeran looked at them. "I always come prepared."