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blueplusiron:

I live… For Day 10… 

A/N: No regrets writing this during class. Couldn’t get this out of my head after seeing it so. I put some words together. 🙂

Spoilers for Ray route beneath the cut!!

Click. Click. Click.

You were mindlessly fiddling around with the ‘lock’ button on your phone. The screen flashed on and off, the time stamp 01:48 appearing in blinks.

Your eyes were getting sore, the burn of exhaustion wearing them out. You  could feel your eyelids beginning to slip downwards, but you hastily shook yourself awake. Just next to you, Saeran was hard at work, fingers dancing across the keyboard and eyes focused intently on the screen of his computer. You couldn’t possibly rest while he was working so hard. You discreetly glanced over at him from the corner of your eye, and you observed how his brows were turned downwards slightly, the intense concentration causing him to frown and purse his lips together. You noted the dark bags beneath his eyes, and felt a twinge of pain in your chest. He needed rest. Desperately so. But Saeyoung needed even more desperately to be saved.

Worry caused your eyebrows to knit together, and frustration bubbled up in you again. You’d lost count of how many times that had happened over the past few hours alone. Your fingers were itching to do something, your feet restlessly tapping against the wooden floorboards. You wanted to do something to help, not just sit around idly while Saeyoung was missing and Saeran, Jumin and Jaehee were staying up and working hard to trace his whereabouts and execute a plan to attack the Prime Minister.

There was just so much danger, and too many secrets. You just hoped all this would end soon, with everyone in the RFA safe and sound.

Deciding to make an attempt to distract yourself before you ended up dozing off, you leaned over to peek at Saeran’s computer screen, hoping to make some sense of the monstrous bulk of near un-readable data flying across the monitor. Maybe you’d be able to figure out something. It wouldn’t hurt to have more heads working on this together, after all.

Of course, Saeran’s head was probably worth more than an army of scholars, and it didn’t really help that your brain wasn’t registering much, but you could still try. At least it was keeping you a little more awake now.

Soon, you found yourself absorbed in the sound of keys clacking away on the keyboard and the speed at which Saeran was pulling up articles and cases on the screen. You could only catch the titles because his reading speed was terrifyingly fast, and you found that most, if not all, of them were related to giant corporations and suspicions of corrupt dealings between them and the government.

You were so engrossed in your attempts to process all the information that you didn’t even notice that the sound of the clacking keys had stopped, or that the screen wasn’t changing or moving as fast anymore.

It was only when you felt someone take your chin that you snapped back to reality, your eyes jerking to meet his beautiful, glowing mint green eyes.

You didn’t get the chance to react in the slightest when he leaned in, tugging you forward gently by the chin, to capture your lips with his in the most tender way imaginable.

Your eyes widened to the size of a goldfish’s and your breath caught as you felt his lips glide over yours softly, like a gentle brush running along the surface of a canvas. Your heart was beating in a rapid crescendo, and within seconds it was drumming loudly in your ears, while blood and heat rushed to your cheeks like a rising tsunami.

Saeran pulled away then, lips curling into an amused smirk at the sight of your flaming cheeks and bewildered expression. His eyes were bright and twinkling with happiness, and the embarrassed protests that were ready to burst out from you died instantly on the tip of your tongue. How could you possibly chide him when he was smiling such a radiant smile, when joy — pure, unadulterated joy he had never known all his life — was blooming in his pink-tinged cheeks?

So all you could manage in response to his teasing smirk was a soft whisper. “T-That’s not fair…”

He dropped his hand from your chin, the smug smile on his face merely deepening in a gorgeous crescent moon curve.

“Payback for that time in the garden,” he shot back, humming a little tune to himself as his gaze returned to his computer screen, and the clacking sounds resumed.

You could only stare at him, slack-jawed. He actually remembered what happened in the garden. He remembered that time when you pulled him in and kissed—

The thought recurred in your mind, which only served to fan the flames that was currently engulfing your entire body.

You hastily looked away, frantically trying to gather your wits about you. With a huff, you blew out your cheeks. Unfair. Here you were, unnerved and undone by his surprise attack, while he looked completely recharged and ready to continue working through the night.

‘Oh well,’ you thought to yourself in defeat, finger tracing your bottom lip, where the heat and imprint of his lips lingered. At least you were wide awake now.

And on that note, you would most definitely spend the rest of the night thinking of ways to get back at him for this.