He finished it.

Finally.

Jumin yawned and stretched his arms. Rubbing his eyes, he can't decide whether to slump on his desk or just stand up and crash on the couch. The latter part would at least be little more comfortable...

He doesn't really have the energy to plan his next move or even celebrate his upcoming release.

He opted to just put his arms on his desk and rest his head on them. It has been a very long week.

Or month.

He doesn't really know anymore.

He prided himself on his photographic memory but after their last party, everything seems harder to remember.

No, it seems it was even before that.

Probably started when MC came to their lives.

If he was being completely honest, he would rather not experience anything that happened when she initially joined their group.

Not that he doesn't want to meet her. But meeting her lead to this and that.

And it was seriously an eye opening and completely draining.

First of all, he didn't think that his father would just impose on him an arranged marriage just because of a woman.

He didn't think that he was seen as a cold person by his friends.

He didn't think that nobody would care about his emotions and would mock him when he was genuinely confused by anything.

Maybe he did that to them somewhere along the lines so maybe it was revenge. He doesn't remember doing any of that though.

Maybe it was a defense mechanism. They were all not on a great state at that time. MC clearly helped them all, him a lot.

She was the only one who never treated him like an unfeeling person.

When the person he wanted to talk to the most was hostile, she helped him in everyway she could. Zen was someone he knew was in touch of his emotions so he must know something or at least have an idea on how to deal with so much.

He tried to fool himself that Elizabeth the 3rd is the only one he needed.

That she gets her.

But he knows she doesn't.

Not really.

And he doesn't blame her for that.

Jumin was clearly overwhelmed by then. They all were. He knew that.

When the person he needed to talk to was nowhere to be found, MC became his anchor and his indicator that his problems are valid and it was unfair of the RFA members to be hostile or belittle his problems just because it was an arranged marriage and not some career destroying event or some life or death situation.

If it wasn't for MC's validation, he would have kept thinking how weak he was as a human being. Being dragged to the breaking point because his father forced him to do something he doesn't want to.

Jumin believed that by the time that Zen has gone trying to deal with his own problems, she already knew about how Jumin felt about the white-haired guy.

She always called him when a particularly hostile comment was thrown at him by Zen. It wasn't that bad since Zen was hostile to him from the start but somehow MC knew that what Zen tell him affects him more than anyone else did.

It was actually frightening how someone who is basically a stranger could read him like a book. He haven't even seen her face to face by then.

Though he kept on thinking that...

He wouldn't want to experience it again but then again, if he probably knew what would happened before then...

He wasn't sure if he will choose to this future rather than a future where everything seems perfect.

Everyone seems okay.

At least Saeyoung got Saeran, right?

With that on his mind, Jumin willed himself to sleep.


Zen POV

Zen thinks it's time to talk to Saeyoung. He grabbed his phone and sat on his sofa. After a few rings, someone finally answered.

"Hello?" Zen asked, hearing murmurs on the other side.

"Hi Zen. Something wrong?"

Zen narrowed his eyes. It was Saeran. He didn't call the twin. He called Saeyoung. He took a glance at his phone to make sure.

"Ah, is Saeyoung there?" Zen always felt awkward using Seven's real name but he knew he should and would get used to it. He just needs to use it more. Zen was met with another moment of silence and he knew that the other side was using mute.

"You caught him at a bad time. Can you call tomorrow?" Zen raised an eyebrow.

It was ten in the morning. What could Saeyoung possibly be doing for that long?

"Is everything alright?" Zen can imagine Saeran weighing his options.

After waiting for almost a minute, Saeran answered.

"It wasn't that bad. We're going to therapy. There are just days that either one of us is.. " Saeran paused, searching for a word.

"Stuck." Saeran sighed scratching his arm.

"Stuck?" Zen asked confuse.

Saeran briefly turned to his brother. "Saeyoung, I'm here."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Zen can hear Saeyoung repeating the words over and over. He could also hear something like 'I'm sorry I left', 'I didn't want to leave' and 'I didn't forget about you'

"You can't talk to him right now." Saeran's voice was sad and Zen can't think of anything else to say.

"Do you need me to go over?" Zen finally asked. What else can he do?

Maybe he could offer Saeyoung his presence.

"No, I'm not sure it would end well." Saeran suggested thinking about that time where he was the one in that state. It wasn't good if there are a lot of people.

It felt crowded. Saeran thought.

"I'm sure we can manage this, Zen. Thank you for offering"

"Okay" Zen ended the call feeling useless.