To The Stars With You

☆ After-story ☆

After-story:

Zen sighed, his feet tapping impatiently as he stood waiting outside the cat café.

Why a cat café, you ask?

"Oh? Zen, you're here!"

Seven called, opening the door of the café only to greet the white-haired boy.

Zen immediately sneezed.

"Man... you have a lot of cat hair on you..."

The white-haired boy muttered.

Seven blinked a few time, before reaching over to dust some off his shoulder.

"Right. I forgot."

The redhead apologized, letting out a sheepish laugh.

Zen waved his hand.

"It's fine."

He replied.

Seven smiled.

"Sorry. It's just that, Jumin wanted to check out the interior of this place because he wants to open a cat café, too."

The redhead muttered.

Zen's eyes widened.

"Seriously?! I might have to avoid you guys for a while..."

He sniffed.

"It's not like we want to see you anyway."

The two looked towards the entrance of the café as Jumin walked out.

Zen narrowed his eyes.

"Maybe not you, but Seven is much more friendly."

He huffed.

Seven chuckled, leaning over to peck his husband on the cheek.

"Maybe, but Jumin has his good points."

The redhead replied, tilting his head to the side as the raven-haired boy returned the kiss to him on his neck.

Zen shuddered.

"What's with this amount of affection? It's not like you guys are away from each other twenty-four seven or something."

He groaned, turning away.

Jumin sighed.

"Sad to say, but being a second away from my wife is already incredibly frustrating."

The raven-haired boy retorted.

Seven grinned, and gave his husband a warm hug in response.

"Really? Jumin, you're so sweet!"

The redhead laughed.

Zen let out another low groan, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

Seven patted his shoulder.

"Just pulling your leg. Wanted to annoy you a little since I know you absolutely hate couples now that you're still single."

He smirked.

Zen shot a glare at the redhead.

"Especially a married couple."

He added.

Then the white-haired boy crossed his arms.

"So? How was your honeymoon?"

He asked.

"I bet you did work."

Zen assumed, eyeing Jumin.

The raven-haired boy smirked.

"In that case, Saeyoung was my 'work'."

He replied.

Zen raised an eyebrow.

Then, looking down at a red-faced Seven, heat started to rush to his cheeks.

Oh.

He realized.

The white-haired boy let out an awkward laugh.

"You're kidding."

He muttered.

"What, so you slammed him on the desk and did him everyday?"

Zen coughed.

Jumin nodded and shrugged.

"Everyday except the third day. We were out, so there wasn't a way to do it without getting caught somehow."

He sighed.

Zen felt his own face redden.

"I-I mean- Since he's your work, I'm guessing you wrote on him...?"

He asked, rather stupidly in a dizzy mutter.

Jumin blinked.

"Kind of. I wrote my name where nobody else would see, unless they were trying to steal what's mine."

The raven-haired boy replied.

Zen looked down at Seven, who was fidgeting non-stop with a face as red as a strawberry.

"You..."

The white-haired boy began, but instead shook his head and snapped his fingers.

"S-so, any memorable moments from your trip?"

He stuttered out, trying his best to change the topic while not knowing what else to say.

Jumin nodded.

"Yeah. Saeyoung accidentally fell into the hot spring while in his shirt and when he came up to breathe, his shirt was see-through. You could practically see his ni-"

"-Nikiforov!"

Seven cut in desperately, his face even more red than before.

"Uhh... We got a Victor Nikiforov pillow as a souvenir!"

The redhead laughed, elbowing his husband in the stomach.

Zen quickly nodded.

"O-oh! That's nice."

He laughed back, rather awkwardly.

Jumin frowned.

"As I was saying, I also got Saeyoung cat ears and a tail. A really nice fluffy tail. You know, like a pl-"

"Plisetsky!"

Seven cut in once again, muffling the taller boy's words.

'Shut up!'

The redhead mouthed quietly, gritting his teeth as blush dusted over his cheeks.

"W-we got a Yuri Plisetsky keychain, as well."

He finished off, this time pinching Jumin's arm in warning.

Zen nodded silently.

Just now...

Jumin almost said 'plug'...

... Didn't he?

The white-haired boy wondered, groaning a little as he did so.

Then he fished out a pair of theater tickets.

"Anyway..."

He sighed.

"I just came here to give you guys tickets to the play I'll be acting in."

The white-haired boy muttered, before heading over to his motorcycle, which waited next to him on the road.

Seven smiled, taking the tickets into his hands.

"Thanks, Zen."

The redhead grinned.

"No problem."

The white-haired boy replied, before riding off.

Damn it.

I came out here to have fun and stuff but I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now.