707 Dreams (707 x Reader)

Twenty-Five

"Wake up, Mari," you hear Luciel's voice break through your dreams. "We're here."

Blinking slowly, feeling like your head is swimming and your limbs are heavy, you hesitantly begin to lift your head and look around. What you see first, is Luciel standing before you in nothing but a loose-fitting t-shirt and his jeans. You briefly wonder where his sweater went, before the shift of your arms reveals that part of the weight you are feeling is the large sweater keeping you warm. As you think back, you remember he had given it to you back in the treehouse in order to start warming you up before you got in the car.

The next thing you see is the fact that it looks like you're now in a large, underground garage. The kind you would find in a highrise building, however, this one is filled with rows of expensive looking cars.

The last thing you see is Luciel's hand reaching out towards you, offering to help you up. Yawning, you slowly reach out to take his hand and find your feet outside the car. He helps you up, feeling how unsteady you are and offering more strength until you're basically leaning into him to stand.

"We're here already...?" you ask groggily. "Did I really fall asleep?"

"Yeah. You seemed pretty tuckered out, so I didn't bother waking you. You must have had a very busy day today," he replies his voice soft. You simply nod as you feel him beginning to guide you away from the car and towards a small doorway.

"I'm sorry..." you murmur against him.

He blinks, looking down at you with a confused look. "What are you sorry about?"

"Messing up," is your reply.

Luciel seems to sigh softly, his grip on you gently tightening to offer a more reassuring hold alongside his supporting weight. "Oh, Mari... You didn't mess up at all. Not even with Yoosung. Okay?"

"But I'm a mess. I messed up my relationship with Yoosung - and basically every other relationship I've ever had - you had to deal with me crying and falling apart, and now you're even taking me in? That's too much...! I'll only bring the problems to you. Make your life a little more difficult..." you explain quietly.

However, Luciel simply shakes his head. "You're not making my life more difficult. Besides, I doubt you'd be bringing any sorts of problems to me. Especially since I'm the one who asked you to come stay with me. You can't argue it's a problem when I'm the one asking for it."

"But what if I mess up around you too?" you ask worriedly.

"So?" he replies casually. Holding open the door, Luciel guides you through and up a short flight of stairs before you reach a rather comfortable-looking living space that opens up into a large apartment-style home.

"So?!" you pipe up worriedly. "So if I mess up around you I could put you in danger! Or hurt you! Or-"

"Mari, please. Nothing is going to happen. I promise..." he reassures you, gently pulling you closer against his body. "Although, I feel like reassuring you I'll be okay won't work completely. Because after so long, you start worrying about being hurt yourself just as much, if not more, than hurting other people..."

You look up, meeting his gaze and allowing him to mindlessly guide you into a room off to the side where a large bed lay, neatly made and untouched. "H-How do you- Why would you think that?"

"Because that's exactly how I think, Mari," he replies simply. As you hesitate, trying to understand, Luciel guides you to the bed and allows you to take a seat. You feel that it's a rather comfortable bed, and feels new. "Now, you just sit here. I'm going to get you a change of clothes to sleep in," he hums as you stay silent.