Forever Yours <SaeranxReader>

Story Mode 123: Three Little Words

Hands wrap tightly around Saeran's slim waist at the top of the empty stairwell. Her nails dig into the fabric of his black cloak tightly, while he dabs away the tears that escape from her eyes. A sniff echoes off of the unfinished walls and her head falls into his chest. "I don't... think I want to be kissed for a while." Her knuckles whiten. "Just not until we get out of here..."

When he found Y/n in Rika's room, she was seated on the edge of the bed staring blankly at the floor. His heart had practically been wrenched out of his chest. There wasn't anything visibly wrong with her, yet she didn't even flinch when he said her name. It wasn't until he screamed and shook her that she finally snapped out of it. Rika wasn't in the room and there wasn't a hint of chemicals in the air. It only made him more worried. "Okay Princess," he rubs her back lightly. She has been off before but never like this. What the hell happened? "I only want to do what you're comfortable with."

"Thank you." Her form shakes against him, before pulling away slightly. Saeran lets his arms drift off of her. There's only one explanation for this.

Rika.

He fights back a glare.

"Do you want to take a break here, Y/n?" His voice cradles her gently in place of his arms. She leans gently into it. "I can extend the period of time we have on the cameras so we can still make it out without getting caught."

She shakes her head firmly. "Let's get out of here now. We've been in this hellhole too long." A light smile is pulled onto her features. "Let's head out!"

The affection in his puckered lips is quickly changed into a tight squeeze. "You did a great job hanging in there." She basks in his warm light. "Just rely on me. I've got you." And with those words, he begins to guide her down the stairs.

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"Saeran," Y/n's fingers lock tightly around his. Four sixteen-wheelers are parked in the small lot behind what seems to be the storage space of the new Magenta building. Rika had ordered more food than the original amount, but that should only work in their favor. Believers draped in their dark cloaks dart about the stacks of boxes, bringing them in on large carts. Y/n and Saeran fit right in. "Is it really okay for us to just leave like this?"

"Of course." His fingers pull her hood over the top of her head before doing the same over his own. "Just follow me. I'll make sure we get out of this just fine." He gives her a light squeeze. "You ready?"

"Yes."

Saeran slips out of the exit tucked into the building's side first, Y/n coming out just a step after. His gaze is held down cast, shadows from both the hood and the sun hanging just about them covering his face. The woman at his side is quick to mimic his form. They step into the bustling courtyard and voices rise around them.

"Hey!" Y/n's gaze remains fixated on the cracking black pavement beneath her feet. Saeran gives her hand a light squeeze. "That box goes to entry three! What are you doing with it over here?" The burly voice of a man with a puffy looking exterior barks above the pair and then behind them as they walk by. Saeran's hand gives Y/n's a small squeeze. We're fine. Don't worry.

Believers' voices condense and bounce around the pair as they inch towards the trucks. Y/n's heart convulses in her chest, the rapid thumping ringing in her ears. Carts with boxes roll by on squeaking wheels. Instructions are barked at a believer as she brushes past Y/n. Then. There's a roar of an engine.

Y/n steals a glance.

One of the large sixteen wheelers, the closest one to the side exit they used, fires up with a rumbling yell. A believer hops into the front part is the truck, letting half of their body stick out halfway. Once they're done speaking to the driver, they jump down to the side and give a signal to the driver. The driver gives a light beep, backs up slowly and pulls off. There are three trucks left.

Saeran guides Y/n behind the remaining trucks. He brings her in front of him, pressing her lightly against one of the trucks with a smile. Their foreheads touch and his hand cradles the side of her waist gently. "Almost there."

"What are you doing?" A gruff voice barks from behind Saeran. Y/n's heart sinks. The man's large hairy fingers slam down on Saeran's shoulder and squeeze tightly. "Turn around so I can see you."

Y/n's hands rise to hold him back, but it's too late. Saeran yanks Y/n's hood to hide more of her features and faces the man, standing squarely in front of her. The interrupting man has a deep scowl built on his boxy head that almost appears too small for his chunky body. "What are you doing?" He repeats.

"Believer 00582 G Division. I've been assigned to inspecting the inside of truck 34," Saeran's voice rings calmly in her ears. He doesn't flinch even slightly under pressure. A new wave of respect flows through her.

The bulky man released Saeran's and crosses his arms. He steals a quick glance at the form between 'believer 00582' and the back of the truck. "What's with the twerp?"

Y/n isn't even given a moment to speak. "He just had a cleansing ceremony and I'm in charge of watching him as he returns from his state of bliss."

The man's lip twitches. "Stop procrastinating and get to work."

He leaves.

Saeran flashes Y/n a big smile and lifts up the white hatch on the back of the truck. He bends down and hugs her knees, lifting her up quickly and setting her down in the truck. He's beside her in seconds with a jump and he shuts the hatch quietly just as the engine begins to roar. The boxes around them tremble.

Saeran's fingers intertwine with Y/n's and he eases her against him. She fits perfectly into his arms. Her eyes close and her free hand wraps around him. "We made it."

Three little words...

Spoken too soon.