Saving Grace (707XReader)

Jumin's Attempt

After _____ and Seven picked up Yoosung and Zen, they pulled up in front of the address that Jumin had sent them. _____ managed to cheer herself up on the drive to pick up Zen so that she wouldn't worry him or Yoosung. Regardless of how cheerful she seemed, though, Seven would always worry, to there was no point in trying to put on a facade for him. But at least it seemed like he was going to pretend that the conversation at the apartment didn't happen while they were at dinner. Not until they got back at least.
As they passed the front of the building, Zen, _____ and Yoosung looked up at the extravagant entrance. _____ and Yoosung were awestruck while Zen looked at the restaurant with mildly concealed contempt. When Seven parked in a spot, everyone piled out of the car, stretching in various ways from being stuffed in the car.
"Stupid trust fund kid, flaunting his money," he muttered.
"You've said that already, Zen," Yoosung said.
_____ looked at Zen, putting on her best pouty face. "Can't you just enjoy it this once? For me?" she asked and batted her eyelashes at him.
Zen looked a little uncomfortable with _____ looking at him like that, fixing the tie he wore. He let out a sigh and looked to the side. "Fine. Just this once, though."
_____ smiled and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, lovely Zen!" she said.
Seven walked up on the other side of her and gently took her hand, squeezing it lightly to let her know that he was still there before he let it go. _____ looked at him with a small smile.
"Well, shall we?" she asked.
Yoosung nodded, Zen grunted, and Seven made a grand bowing gesture at her with a grin on his face. "After you," he said.
_____ ruffled his hair and started walking. The boys followed behind her and as they neared the entrance of the restaurant they saw Jumin and Jaehee standing in front of the doors. _____ walked up to them and Jaehee greeted her with a hug and a smile. Jumin reached over and put a hand on her head by way of greeting, clearly too stiff for a hug.
"I'm glad you made it all right," Jaehee said.
"Yeah, sorry we're late. Seven and I were talking about some important things and we lost track of time," _____ said.
Jaehee frowned, looking worried. "Are you okay?"
_____ nodded. "Yes. Thank you," she replied.
"If that's all then, shall we head inside?" Jumin said. "Our table is waiting for us."
_____ nodded and Jumin led the group inside. The hostess greeted them and led them to a semi private area of the restaurant, protected on three sides by half walls. There were a few tables there, but they were mostly empty save for a few which were occupied by people of the upper class or celebrities that didn't want to be seated with the general public.
The hostess set menus down at the seats before everyone sat down, then she left with a bow and a promise that their server would arrive shortly to take their drink orders. Everyone took their seats, Zen and Seven on either side of _____ and Jaehee, Yoosung and Jumin on the other side of the table.
"Since this is my treat," Jumin started, "You don't need to worry about the price."
"So why now all of a sudden?" Zen asked, putting his elbow on the table as he leaned forward on his hand, narrowing his eyes at the other man.
Jumin met Zen's leer with a steady gaze of his own. "I thought I explained this to you already," he said. "I simply though that an extravagant dinner would help cheer _____ up."
"I feel like thats not the only reason for this," Zen said. "Come on, out with it."
"Zen," _____ said and put a hand on his arm. "Please. Stop looking a gift horse in the mouth. You promised me that you would enjoy this."
Zen sighed and took his arm off the table. "Fine, fine, you win." He leaned back in his chair and folded his menu, looking at the listings.
"Thank you for treating us, Jumin," _____ said and looked at him. "It really means a lot to me."
"No thanks necessary," Jumin said. "I've been meaning to bring us all out for dinner one of these days anyway. This was just the perfect excuse."
Zen narrowed his eyes again and opened his mouth to say something, but _____ elbowed him in the gut before he could get a syllable out. He sighed and sat back again.
"Yeah, thanks Jumin," he muttered.
The waiter arrived not long later to take everyone's drink orders. _____ and Seven got Dr. Pepper, Jumin and Jaehee ordered wine, and Zen and Yoosung each asked for some of the draft beer.
"Are you sure you want to drink, Yoosung?" Zen asked once the waiter left.
"You remember what happened last time," Jaehee said.
"I'll be fine," Yoosung said. "I'm only going to have one."
"That's what we're afraid of," Zen muttered.
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The drinks came and went and after dinner was served, everyone was on or close to their second drink. Except Yoosung. He was barely finished with his first and everyone already cut him off. He had only drank about the equivalent of maybe one of Zen's cans that he keep in his apartment and he was already sloshed. He was half leaning out of his chair and Jaehee had to pull him back into his seat every few minutes.
_____ sat with her elbow on the table and her hand in the palm of her face. Seven was grinning like a madman, finding undeniable pleasure in Yoosung making a fool of himself all by himself. Zen was sitting much like _____ was, except with both hands instead of one. And Jumin, calm stoic emotionless Jumin, was just sitting in his seat, sipping his wine with his eyes closed, trying very hard to ignore Yoosung and his drunken antics. Some of the few patrons of the secluded area were looking on to the show with suppressed expressions of amusement while others politely tried to ignore it. At one point a waiter came and asked it he was all right, to which Jumin replied with a large tip and was told he was fine.
"You know I love you guys, right?" Yoosung slurred for the countless time that evening.
"Yes, Yoosung. You can stop telling us now," _____ groaned with a sigh.
"Actually, you know how you can show you how much you love us, Yoosung?" Seven asked. His face had to have been hurting from how much he was smiling.
Yoosung drunkenly turned his head up and looked at Seven. "No," he gasped, "how?"
"You can sing us a song!" Seven said.
Zen and _____'s eyes widened. "No!" they said together.
"Seven!" _____ said and clamped her hand over his mouth.
"Don't you dare, Yoosung," Zen said and glared hard at Yoosung. He then turned to Jaehee. "Switch with me."
Jaehee nodded and stood. Seven turned and looked at _____ and smirked under her fingers before licking her hand.
"Gross!" _____ said and moved her hand away from his face. She made a disgusted look at him and wiped her hand on the rolled up sleeves of his shirt. "Really?"
"Yes, really," he said and nudged her with his arm.
"Do you really need to make this worse for him? He's going to wake up tomorrow so embarrassed," she said.
"Oh but of course," Seven said. "Messing with Yoosung is one of the simplest pleasures I have." He made puppy dog eyes at her. "Would you really take that away from me."
"Tonight, yes," she said.
"Boo," he said and pouted at her.
_____ sighed and turned to look at Zen who was sitting in Jaehee's seat and was getting basically attacked by Yoosung. He was crying.
"But Zeeeen," he whined. "Why can't I?"
"Because we aren't at some run of the mill bar, Yoosung," Zen said, sounding particularly annoyed. He looked at Jumin. "Why did you let him get the drink?"
"It's not my fault that he thought he could handle it," Jumin replied, casually taking a sip of his wine.
"Aren't you going to do anything? This is going to look bad for you, too," Zen said.
"What is there for me to do?" he said. "Besides, we're almost done here," he added as he took the final bite of his dish.
_____ sighed. "I guess he does have a point..." she said.
"Regardless of whether or not he has a point, this is embarrassing," Zen said and face palmed.
"_____," Yoosung whined. "Can I please sing for you guys? I wanna show you how much I love you!"
"How about you wait until we're back in the car, Yoosung," _____ replied gently.
Yoosung pouted and crossed his arms, sitting hunched over in his chair with his head turned to the side. "Fine," he said.
"There's also another condition," _____ said.
"What's that?" he said and looked at her through the corner of his eye.
"You have to be quiet, okay? Until we leave," she told him. "If not, then we won't let you sing for us."
Yoosung frowned a bit as he pondered this condition before he nodded. "Okay. You won't even know that I'm here!" he said and made an over dramatic motion of zipping his lips closed and throwing away the key.
"Much better," _____ said.
Yoosung sat back on his chair, looking a little less unhappy and started eating his food, trying to be as quiet about it as he could. Zen looked from between _____ and Yoosung before his eyes finally rested on _____.
"How did you manage that?" he asked.
"He acts like a big child when drunk and I'm used to dealing with kids. When I was younger I used to babysit these two little devils," she explained. "He's not much worse then they were."
"Huh, I'm impressed," Zen said.
*     *     *
After _____'s little magic trick with calming Yoosung down, dinner passed relatively smoothly. Until they left and Yoosung started up again. When they started driving away, Yoosung kept pestering _____ about singing a song for them, much to Seven's absolute delight. He kept on goading the drunk boy until _____ finally gave in and told him just one song. She gave Zen a look that basically told him to cover his ears.
When they finally dropped off the two other boys, Seven and _____ drove in silent for a moment before Seven reached over and put a hand on her leg, trying to get her attention.
"Hey," he said. "Are you okay?"
_____ sighed. "How many more times are you and everyone else going to ask me that?" she asked, but put her hand over his anyway. "I'm okay."
He looked over at him with an expression that said he didn't quite believe that. "Tell me the truth."

She sighed again and closed her fingers around his. "I don't know. I'm all jumbled up inside."
"Why?"
"Jeong, you, what you said earlier."
"Which part? I said a lot."
"When you said that I already spoke a language that only you understood and I don't need to change just to be near you," she said honestly.
Seven chuckled lightly as he pulled his car up into a parking space. "It's true," he said. "You're like the sun, warming me up in the dark room I've lived in. Why would I not want to be around you?"
_____ shrugged. "And what about the language part?"
"I thought that was obvious. But I guess I'll just have to show you one of these days," he said and took his hand off of hers and got out of the car.
_____ got out of the car as well and walked up next to him. "Why not just tell me now?"
"I'd have to find all of the proof," he said. "But when I do, you'll be the first to see it." _____ smiled up at him. "Oh, and about Jeong," Seven added. "you don't need to feel anything for him. Nothing at all. He's hurting you in ways that can't be anything but intentional." He smoothed out her hair on the side of her face before sliding his hand down her arm and taking her hand, walking towards the apartment. "But I also understand that it's not that simple, so I'm going to stay by your side. Feel free to use me how you want," he pushed the button on the elevator. The doors opened immediately and they walked in. "It can be to get back at him, or as your boyfriend, as someone you genuinely care about, which I must say is my preferred option." He smirked down at her and pressed the button to their floor. When the doors closed, he pulled her into his arms.
_____ looked up at him, her hands on his chest. "I couldn't do that to you," she said. "I care about you too much to use you in a way that could hurt you."
He smiled and kissed her forehead gently. "I worded that a little strange," he said. "Listen, I really like you, there's really no point in denying it at this point, but I know you're still upset about Jeong and what just happened at the cafe earlier. So I'll take what I can get," he said and brushed his thumb against her cheek. "And I'll wait for you."
_____ reached up and put her hand over his, pressing her cheek into his hand. She opened her mouth to say something, but the elevator door open and she turned to look at the door to her apartment.
"Um... Seven?"
"Yes? What is it?" he asked. He was still looking at her when she spoke, but followed her line of sight.
"Did we leave the front door open?"