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Published: 2017-11-14 21:08:28 +0000 UTC; Views: 10709; Favourites: 103; Downloads: 0
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“Let’s get this game started!” 707 exclaimed from the center of the room. The guys sat on the left side of the room while the girls that Seven managed to bring sat on the right. The guys still didn’t seem too pleased by the sudden arrangement.
“Can we please do this another time, Seven?” Yoosung begged. “There’s an important event going on in LOLOL right now. My guild members are going to be so mad at me if I don’t show up.”
“No can do. This game’s importance far surpasses your world of LOLOL. Now onwards!”
He turned to face the group of seven girls that were all seated on the couch. There was a mix of emotions between them; some were excited while others were nervous about what was to come. Either way, they were all happy to be there.
Deciding which girl would go first was the hardest task of all for Seven. Even tricking the others to arrive there was easier than this, but it was a job that must be done.
“I’ll choose…,” he muttered to himself as he eyed each and every girl. “You!”
A smile formed on your lips when you realized that you’ll be the first girl to go. Standing up, you followed the red-haired guy towards the center of the room where a shipping box full of folded papers sat on a table. Closing your eyes, you reached your hand into the box and pulled out the first piece of paper you felt. You unfolded to the slip to reveal a single number messily written on it.
“Number five?” you called out, wondering which guy the number belonged to. No one immediately stood up, but a guy with obviously dyed white hair started to fidget nervously in his seat.
“Come on, Saeran, don’t be shy,” his brother prodded, making the awkward looking boy stand up.
“D-Do I have to, brother?” he asked nervously as he slowly stood up.
“You’ll have fun, I promise.” With those words of encouragement, Seven led you and his brother to the closet located at the far end of the room. He opened the door for the two of you, motioning for you to step inside. You entered the closet followed by a wary looking Saeran. He still didn’t look all too convinced that he would have as much fun as his brother promised.
Darkness flooded out all light once the door was closed. The silence came next. You waited, hoping that maybe Saeran would suddenly become talkative, but that never happened. The two of you both waited for the other to make the first attempt at conversation. A minute passed by before he finally mustered up the courage to ask a question.
“What’s so fun about this game?” he asked, mumbling his words.
“Well, we’re not actually playing yet,” you told him, using this chance to move closer to him. “The point of this game is to… Get close to each other.”
“G-Get close?” he stammered.
“Yes. Do you want to play?”
He slowly nodded in reply, looking even more nervous if it was even possible. He still didn’t seem to fully understand what to do even after your explanation. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you moved in closer and pressed your lips against his. He froze, unable to fully process what was going on.
Gathering up your courage to keep going, your lips slowly moved against his in an attempt of encouragement for him. Ever so hesitantly, he started moving his lips in a similar motion as yours. His tense hands moved up your body until they reached your face where he gently cupped your cheeks. The longer the kiss lasted, the more comfortable he got until he deepened the kiss even further himself.
Your fingers curled around and tugged on his strands of hair as his tongue slid across your lips before he bit down on your bottom lip. His tongue entering your mouth stole the very last bit of breath you had left. Pulling away, the two of you breathed heavily, still in awe at the kiss that just took place.
No more than ten seconds after the two of you pulled away, the door to the closet suddenly swung open to reveal an eager looking Seven. It didn’t take long for him to guess what just took place; the blushes present on both of your faces as well as the thin string of saliva that hung between you and him being all that was needed for Seven to put the pieces together.
“How was it?” Seven asked his brother with a wide grin on his face.
The shyer male’s face grew an even darker shade of red than what it was before, but he turned to look at you and nodded his head slowly.
“You were right, Saeyoung,” he said, giving you a small smile. “I… I had a lot of fun.”
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I haven't played V's route yet, but even before it was being worked on, I'd always liked Saeran for some reason. He'd always been my favorite. (Someone called me out and claimed I was a masochist, but that definitely wasn't the case.)
Needless to say, this fulfilled my needs way more that I expected - your writing never fails to impress me!
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Aww, I'm so glad you enjoyed it, dear! Thank you so much <3
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I don't have a yandere Saeran fic planned, but I have a cute, fluffy one I'm planning to write ^^
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