Seven was running. He was running from his past. His mom, his childhood, Saran, but most of all he was running from the guilt. The guilt of leaving his brother behind for himself. He ran to the trunk of a tree. Out of breath he leaned up against the tree, terrified of what's sneaking up behind him. Suddenly something tackled him. He wrapped his arms around the thing trying to tackle it. He then realized before the thing was warm? His eyes jolted open to a dark ceiling. He still felt the warm thing and he looked down to see Yoosung in this arms. He let out a soft gasp. He looked around for any way he could wriggle his way out of the situation to no avail. He eventually gave up and lied back. He then took the time to examine the blonds features more closely. The way his natural brown hair peeked out from Yoosung's roots. The way his eyes always lit up whenever something remotely exiting happened. A few minutes later Yoosung then snuggled up more to Seven. He then woke up and looked around. The blond looked at the arms encasing him before looking at his captors face. A dark blush filled his cheeks as he clumsily got out of Seven's grasp. Sevens face grew slightly hot before he got up and went to the kitchen. "W-what do you want?" He says trying as best he can to ignore the previous situation. "D-do you have pancakes?" The blond asks. "Yeah." Seven nods and pulls some out of the fridge. "I gotta get some work done in my computer room so you probably won't see me for the full day." The redhead said in between bites of pancakes. "O-okay." Yoosung nods.
Hey guys I hope you enjoyed this chapter. See you guys next time.
YOU ARE READING
Together
FanfictionSeven has always had feelings for a certain blond in his chat group. He has always repressed his feelings in fear of loosing Yoosung all together. But when Rika dies and Yoosung is at his weakest Seven steps in to help.
