She has a past she wants to remember. He has one he wants to forget. When the truth comes out, who will stay, who will run and who will live?
Notes
I wanted the MC to have a back-story too and so this fan-fiction is completely MC-centric. The rest...
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~Saeyoung/Seven/Lucial POV~
Seven was tired. Why did she have to be stubborn? She'd jumped back into the forest, with the storm, even though she was scared.. Because she'd lost him? He ran a hand through his hair. He wanted to help her. And he would, one way or the other. He'd heard everything she'd said, while he chased her up the mountain. Her little farewell speech. How someone had stopped her every time. Someone gave her a rock, her strength. He really needed to stop spying on her little moments. But he was happy. She'd kept it, through all these years. It was a pretty small pink rock and she'd found a way to keep it on her. It was just a random thing he'd fond on the side of the road a long time ago, and he'd given it to her because it was pretty, like her. Guilt washed over him. He shouldn't be happy. Saeran was out there somewhere. He shouldn't be happy until they'd found him. Thank God the equipment was safe in waterproof cases.
She did seem like she was starting to open up more, and then she'd close off again. Cut him out again. He knew he had to be patient. But it was hard. Because she was so damned beautiful. Every time he held her close, she would push her face into his chest and take a long sniff. Just like a puppy. It turned him on so much. And he had to think about the most disgusting things in his life to control himself. He just couldn't take advantage of her. Sure she'd been through a lot. So had he. He'd show her love, care and trust. He'd fix her. He needed to. Saeren too. He could do it. Love them both. It would take time. He looked around the house. It was more of a cabin. It was quaint. And cute. She was looking for clothes for him to wear. She'd blushed awkwardly when she saw him taking his shirt off. He knew she'd stayed away from men, but then wondered if she'd actually been with one. Get to work!
He began unpacking all of his things. She had electricity and was playing some songs loudly. That was good. She'd returned with some clothes, her eyes smirking, her face trying hard conceal her joy. "What's so funny?", he said standing up and walking up to her. She was shorter than him, barely making it to his shoulders. He watched as she stared at his arms and abs. I knew working out had a perk. "See something you like?", he asked, smiling slyly. A little harmless teasing wouldn't hurt. She looked back at his face, struggling to keep her face in check, slightly redder than it was before, and looked down again. "Well, you better cover up. It can get cold. These are the only things I have, unless you want to wear old grand-ma clothes." As he held up the clothes, he mouth fell open.
It was a bright pink t-shirt with a cat pooping rainbows. And matching bright pink shorts. He'd look like a fool. He took a breath and decided that all shame needed to be put aside. Two can play. He took off his pants and threw them over a chair and dried himself with his towel, his back turned at her. He knew she was watching. He peeped over his shoulder to see her standing there, her mouth open, with an expression of utter disbelief. She immediately shut it and walked over to her bundle of bags, working on whatever were inside them furiously. Victory is mine! He thought to himself. A loud noise went out into the cabin. His stomach.. growling. She looked over at him, and giggled a little. He scratched his head, he must be looking ridiculous. "Wouldn't have anything to eat, would you?", he asked. "Anything small will do. I'm not too hungry.", he lied through his teeth. She was already walking over to the table that held a gas can and two stoves. He turned back to his screens and wires. Setting up would be quick. He sighed and got back to work. After a while, he wasn't sure how long, he could smell something, delicious. She brought over two cups to him, one covered and the other open. "Noodles, for now. I've got a pot of coffee ready too, if you'll be needing it." She left them both by him "What about you?", he asked. "Not hungry.", she replied. He didn't want to argue with her. And frankly, he was getting tired. He turned back and got everything on. Suddenly there was a brightness in the room. She was working on her own bags, putting pictures up creating some sort of timeline. She could do her thing, and he'd do his. He got to work.
Hours later he could feel sleep calling to him. He needed a break. But couldn't really afford one. Tomorrow was that funeral of the boy Sarah'd cared for. It could take a few hours, and he didn't want her to go by herself. He'd have to get as much work done today as possible. He stretched and turned around. She was asleep on the floor by her corner. She must've dozed off while working. He walked over to her and took a look at the board. She was trying to create a time-line and had pinned hastily drawn pictures all over the board. Paper was strewn everywhere. He couldn't make sense of anything. She had a laptop, smaller than the one from her apartment running, with a data card inserted. She was looking at some confidential files, of people who were deceased. He looked down at her. She'd a vial of pills by her head. Pain-killers. They were really strong and almost empty.
Finally, he picked her up softly. She moved her head and placed it against his shoulder. She didn't know it, but she did trust him. His breath caught in his throat as he walked towards a room. There was only one bed. He'd have to make a spot in the lounge. He laid her down, but she was still holding on to his shirt. She was strong. He plucked her hand off his shirt, and placed it over her chest, accidentally brushing against her breast. He didn't expect it but she gave out a small moan. He wanted to hear that sound again. From those lips again. He touched them gently. They looked delicious and felt soft and moist. He watched her sleep for a while. Her breathing seemed to get deeper. He needed to sleep some place too, but first he needed to finish more hacking. Pushing himself up he went back to the lounge. After he plopped himself back down, he looked at the screens. He wasn't entirely sure where Mint Eye's head-quarters were just yet. He was going to use the resources he could. Hacking into every possibility. His shoulders ached.
As he touched the back of his neck, he felt two hands on his shoulders. He looked up to see her standing over him. "Thank you", she said in a small soft voice. "Any time" he replied. "You should go back to bed." ."Sleep with me..." He jerked up and stared hard at her. She looked dazed, half-asleep. "I don't have another bed. You'll have to make do for tonight. I don't take too much space anyway. It.. does get colder at night and I won't have you falling asleep on the chair .. or floor. And falling ill. So come to bed.. with me.." Her hands found his and guided him to the bed. She just meant to sleep In the bed with her, by her side.. To literally share the bed.. Not to actually .. do things. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep but couldn't. It was too stressful. His body did want to shut down, but his mind kept racing. The things he wanted to do to her, lying on this bed. He turned over facing away from her. But it didn't help. He turned back slowly, to see if he'd woken her up. He had. She was watching him, with eyes half-open. She smiled softly. They were now facing each other. Her hand reached out and patted his head, softly massaging his scalp. It was relaxing. She closed her eyes and started humming. A slow soft song, he 'd never heard it before. But it was.. beautiful, soothing. He'd fallen asleep before he knew it.
