Warnings: TRiGgEr wArnIng.
Word Count: 594
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You watch Saeyoung, or Luciel, typing on his laptop. He didn't seem to be paying attention to you or anything like that. "Hey Seven.. Are you hungry? Do you want anything?" You mumble, watching him as he scratches the back of his head without any sign of hearing you. "I.. I guess not." You feel tears prickle the corner of your eyes as you stand up, heading over to the coat rack to put on your trench coat jacket, slipping on your high heeled boots as quietly as you could.
Seven didn't like it when you leave without his consent. He always got jealous, thinking you were going out to a bar with Zen or Yoosung (they were your best friends.)
The apartment corridor greeted you. You weren't sure where you were going but one thing was sure, you turned your phone over, removing the back of it and dropping the tracker chip in the mail box, staring at the apartment door for any signs of him knowing you left. What's done is done, you couldn't deal with not having him there for you anymore. You flip on your phone, going to the RFA app and going to the chats.
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*Y/N logged into the chat room*
*Yoosung logged into the chat room*
Y/N: Yoosung. T_T
Yoosung: !!
Yoosung: Is it Seven?
Y/N: Obviously...
Yoosung: UGH THAT SON OF A BITCH!
Yoosung: Pardon my language.
Yoosung: I'm on my way.
Yoosung: Be outside. ~ <3
*Yoosung logged out of chat*
*707 logged into chat*
707: Get in the house.
707: Please.
Y/N: I can't handle this anymore Seven. You don't have time for me anymore. Goodbye.
*Y/N logged out of chattrom*
*707 logged out of chatroom*
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You sobbed into your phone, already stepping out of the apartment, noting that this would probably be the last time you'll see Seven and this apartment other than driving by to go to the hospital where you worked. You spotted Yoosung's car that was parked down the walkway. He stood there, staring at you while biting his nails with anticipation. This was the moment you wished you didn't wear the boots with heals.
To your luck, Yoosung began running toward you. It wasn't much of a run for him because his legs were so long but he crushed you in a bear hug, one hand placed behind your head and the other around your waist. His face was buried into the crook of your neck.
"I'm sorry about..." He cut himself off, as he looked up to see Seven, his body aura flaring a dangerous atmosphere. You looked back as well only to have Seven rip you from Yoosung's embrace, wrapping his arms around you tightly where you smelled the oh so familiar aroma of his perfume that smelled like honey and vanilla. He was only wearing a black t-shirt that toned out his entire muscles and his abs and red skinny jeans with checkered converse. His necklace of the Rosario hung over his neck and the bracelet you gave him a month ago (for your one year anniversary) was snug against his wrist. He loved that thing.
"She's mine!" Seven yelled, holding a little tighter until you snaked your arms around his neck and brought his lips to yours. It was soft and it left him speechless as he closed his eyes, placing his hands delicately on your cheeks. "Mine.."
And then Yoosung joined in with a three some so that he wasn't the third wheel.
*Good Ending?*
