RESET | saeyoung choi

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hello I have returned,, kinda,, I'm using the hotel's wifi but I'll be home soon to update the other stories (hopefully)

Day Sixteen

It's been two days.

Two whole days you haven't spoken to Jumin or Seven or anyone else in the RFA. It has honestly been torturous, and you miss speaking to them, even if it was for a short while.

But, you're avoiding them. You don't want to see or speak to Jumin because you're embarrassed and ashamed. You don't want to see or speak to Seven because you're still officially with Jumin, and after finding out your feelings, how could you keep them in if you know he somewhat feels the same way?

You can't see or speak to the RFA because they remind you of the two boys you're trying to not think about- but failing constantly. Filled with guilt towards Jumin for loving another and filled with regret towards Seven for not realizing your feelings sooner, they are all you can think about.

And Elizabeth, of course, but honestly, she isn't affecting your life you're ashamed to admit. The only thing her death has done is reveal your true feelings towards a certain two men. Which is a pretty big deal to you, but it's sad what had to happen for you to realize.

Then, the unexpected happens.

"H-hello?"

"[y/n]?"

Your heart is pounding and your brain goes fuzzy. This has never happened before, and it's scaring you. Why does it seem almost impossible to get a single word out? Why does it hurt?

"You still there?"

"Y-yeah, I'm so sorry. Um...how are you?" Your stomach suddenly hurts. Are you getting sick? You actually feel nauseous, and it's surprising because you were completely fine before the phonecall.

"Nothing can keep the Defender of Justice down! It was sad at first, but God Seven must stay strong for the people. I'm always thinking about the people," he says, and it doesn't help your nausea. If anything, it makes your stomach worse. What is happening?

You can't help the giggle escaping your lips; you don't remember laughing like this with Jumin. It's refreshing, and you want to always experience this. If it wasn't for the stupid stomachache.

"Did you try calling my name for me to appear when you need me?" he wonders aloud.

"Hmm, not yet," you reply, clutching your pillow tightly to keep in your giggles. What has gotten into you?

You realize that this isn't a sickness; well, it is. You're lovesick, and the nausea is what people usually call butterflies.

"Oh, my! There's only a .00001% chance of it working anyways, but it doesn't hurt to try."

"707, Defender of Justice! Come save me!"

Suddenly, the door to your apartment swings open, and standing there with a phone up to his hear and a grin on his face, is the Defender of Justice himself.

"I didn't expect you to try it so quickly."

This whole conversation seems oddly familiar to you, and you realize that you had one similar to it with him over a week ago. Smiling to yourself at the memories, you walk over to him.

"What are you doing here?"

"My people need me," he says with a goofy grin. "And you're my people."

Your hands are sweaty, your heart is pounding, your thoughts are scrambled. How did you ever speak to him before? Why is it so different now?

It's because you're in love.

"Are you okay?" He notices your change in mood and the guilty look on your face. He hangs up his phone and sticks it in his jacket pocket.

"Yeah... Jumin and I just had a little fight, that's all," you admit, trying to give him a small smile. Leading him over to the couch, you both sit down.

"What happened?" You hate how complicated your life has become. You love Seven, but breaking up with Jumin and hurting him seems impossible.

You freeze. There is no way you could tell him you were fighting over him.

"You don't have to say if you're uncomfortable. Do not worry, mademoiselle! For I am an understanding person! Hon hon hon baguette!"

You laugh with him. "Hon hon hon baguette?" you repeat, amused. "But, thank you. It's okay, though. It's nothing serious."

"If you say so."

It's silent for a moment, but when you look at him, he is already looking at you with a small smile on his face. You smile back.

"He mentioned children," you explain after a few moments of smiling at each other. Seven's eyes automatically widen in surprise.

"Ch-children?"

"Yeah. It was really sudden, so I was surprised," you continue and look down at the floor in front of you. "I- I mentioned Elly, and questioned his abnormal behavior. He said that he, 'looses one love to gain another' or something like that, relating to having a child- with me."

"To replace Elly?"

"Yeah, I guess. Um, then he got angry about her death, and we argued a bit about that-"

"He got angry with you? It wasn't your fault," he interrupts, scrunching his eyebrows together and running a hand through his hair.

"N-no," you say, softly. "H-he was angry with you, and I defended you."

"With me? Makes sense. It was mainly my faul-"

"No, it was not! Please, don't blame yourself, Luciel. You did nothing wrong, and it was my fault. We've been over this."

He reaches his hand over to your folded ones and lightly squeezes in a comforting way. "You shouldn't blame yourself either, [y/n]."

"I-I know."

"Is that all you fought about? And it's been how long since you've spoken? He should just man-up, and come back," he says, and sadly removes his hands from yours. "Actually, he may just be busy with work. I bet he's not avoiding you intentionally."

"Ah, actually, I have a confession to make. He has called me many times," you admit, rubbing your arms anxiously. "I've been the one doing the avoiding."

"Why's that?"

"Because I'm a coward."