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kaeyas-beloved · 6 years

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Can you write an angst fic where Rika is back with the rfa but with malice intentions. The rfa members didn't realised it (especially Jumin, because he still has feelings for her) but mc knew better. Rika felt threatened by mc and tries to kill her off. Jumin realise it but was too late? I'll leave the ending to you ^_^ loving your writings by the way dearest ♥♥♥

I’m glad you love my writing and I hope the writing that came out before filled the void until your request was done and posted… I’m so so SOOOOOO SORRY that this took so long to post and write please spare me T_T

I hope this is to your liking, please enjoy~

Tittle: Rika Comes Back

*TW: Kidnapping, Mentions of drugging, abuse, starvation, dehydration and blood!!!*

Rika has entered thechatroom

707: Wait…

ZEN: No way…

Jaehee Kang: It can’tbe

Rika: It’s so good tobe back! ^^

I’m sitting in Rika’s apartment doing something, anything, to keep myself away from theRFA chatroom. What’s the point of going on if you won’t even be acknowledged?Answer, there is none.

Last night, all of the RFA were on the messenger, excludingmyself, talking about the upcoming party that’s being held in a week’s time,when all of a sudden Rika, yes, the deadRika, logged onto the chatroom. Automatically, something didn’t sit right withme. When I joined the RFA 5 days ago, I was informed that a year and a halfago, Rika had killed herself by jumping into the sea, off a cliff. No one should be able to survive that. No one. So, there being a dead girlbeing alive means somethings up. Her “reason” for being away was that she wason a trip in the southern states of the USA for that time, seeing sites andenjoying the warmth that the states provided.

There’s one other thing that has me avoiding RFA and that’sbecause I’m not the party coordinator anymore. Last night everyone justwelcomed Rika with open arms and then she offered to take the job back sinceshe was there now and that she can now do it. And guess what! Yep! They justgave it to her, no ‘Hey (Y/N) is that okay with you?’ or ‘As long as (Y/N)doesn’t mind…’. Nope V just down right typed:

V: I don’t see whynot.

V: I mean, the job isyours after all.

V: Who else would beable to do it?

And everyone agreed with that last comment. It just reallyhurts that I was forgotten so easily, but I can sort of understand. Rika holdsa special place in their hearts and me? I’m just a stranger.

But, me being a stranger won’t change the fact that hersudden appearance is fishy. I have an advantage in this situation, I don’t knowwho Rika was, therefore I don’t hold Rika in my heart so I can’t be blinded bymy “love” for her. There are just so many flaws in this whole situation that itautomatically points to something bad. I don’t know the full extent of what itis or who will be involved, but I know one thing for sure, it involves Rika andsomething bad will happen. I just have a gut feeling and my gut is never wrong.

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ZEN: I wonder where(Y/N) is…. She hasn’t been on the messenger for a while now.

Jumin Han: Yes, youare quite right.

Yoosung: You don’t think the hacker got her do you!

Rika: Hacker?

Jumin Han: Yes, ahacker sent (Y/N) to the RFA.

(Y/N) has entered thechatroom

ZEN:(Y/N)!!! You’rehere!

ZEN: Where have youbeen!?

(Y/N): Busy. Why?

Jumin Han: Well, youhave been absent from the chatroom for some time.

(Y/N): Oh…

(Y/N): Well, don’tworry^^

Rika: Hello (Y/N) it’snice to finally meet you^^

(Y/N): Like wise.

Rika: Also, and Idon’t mean to be rude, but can you leave my apartment?

Rika: I just wouldlike to move back in so I can do my job a little better then from where I amright now.

“How the hell did she know I was at her apartment? No onementioned it in a chatroom so…” I mumble to myself. She just keeps getting moreand more suspicious by the second. Still, I can’t let her know I’m onto her…

(Y/N): Oh! Sure, whendo you want me out by?

Rika: ASAP

Rika: The sooner thebetter.

Rika: Thank you for understanding!^^

(Y/N): It’s not a problem!

(Y/N): I should gonow, got some stuff to do ^^

(Y/N): See ya!

(Y/N) has left thechatroom

I turn to look at Rika’s apartment, I didn’t really bringanything here with me, my only belongings being my phone, charger, earbuds,some clothes, hair brush along with a toothbrush and toothpaste so moving outshouldn’t be too hard for me to do. But first, I’m going to see just how Rikaknew I took up residence in her apartment.

Messages - Rika

(Y/N): Hey Rika?

Rika: Yes?

(Y/N): How did youknow that I was in your apartment?

Rika: Jumin told melast night on the chat

(Y/N): Oh, ok!

Rika: Why?

(Y/N): I was justcurious ^^

(Y/N): I need go,Thank you~! ^^

(Y/N) is offline

Liar. The chat shows no mention of me staying here at theapartment. She’s lying. Why didn’t she just tell me the truth?

What are you hidingRika?

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Okay, somethings up. Something is definitely not right withRika and other weird things are happening too. For example, I find that whereever I go, there are always these cloaked people watching me. It’s creepy.Also, Rika has been really friendly with everyone else, especially Jumin, butnot so much to me. Now, I’m not one to stoop to her level but, I’m one to stoopto her level. Text after text, call after call, it seems like just one bigfight between us, both acting innocent in it all. I spot like 15 cloaked peopleone day and as soon as I got home, Rika texted me ‘How are you doing? I heard you went out today, nothing weird happenedright?’ Of course, I lied saying nothing happened. Why would I tell thesuspicious person something suspicious happened to me when said person sent asuspicious text? You just don’t. Also, right around when Rika came back, Zenand Jaehee received weird emails about paradiseand a world of no pain. The emailhad a name of where it originated from, MintEye. Sounds like a cult name, I know.

The party’s in 4 days my goal isto expose her before then. Whatever it is, I just need to find a few morepieces of the puzzle. My phone makes a ding,signalling that a chatroom has opened. Swiping the notification to theright, I open the RFA messenger app and with one glance I can see that all themembers are on, even V. I decide to join just because I feel like it but wait alittle before, just to observe.

Rika: 4 days!! I can’t wait ^^

Rika: It’s going to be just like old times!

Jumin Han: Yes, you are right Rika.

Jaehee Kang: I, as well, am excited about this. I really missed doingthis and I am sure everyone else can agree.

Yoosung: Yeah!

Yoosung: It’s all thanks to Rika that we can do another party.

Yoosung: She was the one to send emails! ^^

707: Um…

707: Yoosung, you know (Y/N) was the whole reason we started to planthe party, right?

707: She started the emails and actually did more than half of theemails.

Rika: She did?

707: Yeah, where is she anyway.

ZEN: I talked to her a few days ago

V: Luciel…

707: I’m on it

707 has left the chatroom

ZEN: She’s ok, right?

Jumin Han: We will know in a moment.

707 has entered the chatroom

707: She’s in the apartment, looking at the camera.

707: She also doesn’t look to good, maybe mad or maybe sad?

Well, he’s not wrong. I amlooking at the camera and I don’t have the happiest look on my face either. Ilook back down at my phone and find that Seven forced-joined me into thechatroom.

ZEN: What’s wrong (Y/N)?

Yoosung: Yeah, Seven said you look sad or mad.

(Y/N): Well, it’s a mixture of the two along with frustration.

Jaehee Kang: Is there anything we can do?

Jumin Han: Yes, you know the RFA are here for you.

V: Did we do something or is it personal?

(Y/N): It’s hard to explain but-

“The special security system hasbeen deactivated,” a female voice states. That’sweird…

V: (Y/N)?

(Y/N): What’s a special security system and what happens if it’sdeactivated?

707: Don’t leave the apartment.

707: Doesn’t matter what happens, under no circumstances do you leavethat apartment!

707 has left the chatroom

Jumin Han: Listen to Luciel (Y/N)

ZEN: Is (Y/N) okay!?

ZEN: Hey, Trustfund Kid answer me!

Rika: The special security system is something I asked Luciel toinstall for protection of the classified information that is stored at myapartment and when it is deactivated, nothing is protected.

Rika: So, anything can be opened and it won’t sense that there issomeone touching something they are not suppose to be touching.

Wait… Perfect…

Now that it’s deactivated I canlook through the drawers and see if she’s hiding something. I honestly don’twant to but it’s her fault for acting suspicious. I head over to her desk firstand look at anything that’s on top of it.

Nothing

There is a total of four drawersthat I could be opened. I start with the top drawer on the right of the deskand try to open it. Locked, damn. Andalso, very suspicious! I quickly look around for something that I could useto bust open it with and once I settle on something I grab it and smash itagainst the drawer. After the second blow I put all my strength into the thirdone. Third times the charm, right? Ideliver the blow and the drawer pops open and when I drop the item I used tobust it open and look in, I’m shocked.I take a quick picture and go back to the chatroom to confront Rika about this.

(Y/N): RIKA!

(Y/N): Please explain why you have things related to the strange emailsfrom a couple days ago!

Rika: I don’t know what you are taking about…

ZEN: What’s going on?

V: (Y/N), calm down

(Y/N): No! I knew something was up with you.

Jumin Han: YOU WENT IN RIKA’S STUFF!

(Y/N): That’s besides the point.

(Y/N): I want to hear her explanation.

Jumin Han: That’s enough

Jumin Han: I’ve known Rika basically my whole life, she was obviouslyframed.

Yoosung: Yeah!

Jumin Han: I don’t know what you are trying to prove (Y/N), but I thinkyou should leave.

Jumin Han: You don’t know Rika the way I do and if you can’t trust her,why should I trust you?

(Y/N): You can not be telling me you didn’t find Rika appearing sosuddenly was not in the slightest way suspicious?

(Y/N): I mean, V said that she committed suicide by jumping off acliff!

(Y/N): Unless V lied…

Jumin Han: I SAID ENOUGH!

Jumin Han: Stop interrogating my friends.

Jumin Han: You should really just leave.

(Y/N): But-

I am cut off by the lights goingout and hearing the door open and the window crashing. In the door way, Rikastands there with an evil looking smile. I whip my head around to look whathappened to the window. There stood another person, a male, with white hair andwhat looked liked pink tips; as well as piercing mint green eyes. He waswearing dark clothing buy I was able to make out a blood red tank top and atattoo of some sort that’s just being shown on his right arm. His right jacketsleeve was also hanging around his arm instead of it being worn properly on hisshoulder.

I look back down to my phone,about to text the messenger for help only to find that my screen is full ofcode and is coloured neon green and black,

“Oh, it’s useless now princess~”the male specks, a smirk obvious in his voice; his voice is also slightlydisoriented. Why, I have no clue, must be a mask of some sort but it’s too darkto be 100% sure. I start to back away from him as he starts to move forwardtowards me when suddenly a pair of thin arms wrap themselves around my form.I’m taken aback by surprise just long enough for the guy that came through thewindow to stand in front of me and press a cloth that’s just drenched inchloroform. Within a minute my consciousness starts to slip and right before Igo under the man says something that sends chills down my spine.

“Sweet dreams princess~ See yousoon~”

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Cold, hard ground.

That’s the first thing I registerwhen I wake up, the cold, hard ground I lay on. When I finally find thestrength to open my eyes I’m met with a room that is deprived of light. In theroom sits a beat-up bed that looks like it could fall apart if even a fingergrazes it and… that’s it… T_T Well, apart from the door, that’s it.

I try to stand up so I could bangat the door and yell at them to let me out but that’s quickly proven impossiblebecause I find that my wrists and ankles are chained to the wall. Just great I think to myself. Well,someone must have been near by because after I settled back down and my chainstopped clanging together, my practicallycell door opened to reveal the man who crashed through the window. How did he even do that?! The apartment wason the 14th floor!?

The man has this smirk on hisface that just voices that trouble is near. He takes long strides over to meuntil his face is mere inches from mine, our noses almost touching. I put on mybravest face I can but its obviously not very convincing because he just startsto laugh hysterically at me in my face.

“You’re scared princess, don’ttry to hide it, it looks good on you after all~,” the man winks and lets out asmall chuckle before continuing, “you were so close to exposing my Savior andI along with our plan, but I’m glad we could stop you before anything badhappened. This is your new home, away from those filthy liars, especially thetwo men, V and Luciel. Once we fulfill our plan, everyone will be at peace.”

There’s this pleasant smile,albite small, but one is still there, but it’s gone just as fast as itappeared. The mysterious man turns to leave but I quickly speak to get hisattention and not let him leave just yet, “Wait! What plan? Who’s this‘Savior’? Why are the RFA ‘liars’? What do you have against V and Seven?” Allthese questions are in a hurricane inside my head at the information justpresented moments ago. While I wait for him to answer my questions, even onewould be amazing, all I get is a chuckle and his head shaking.

“All in do time princess, all indo time”

He turns once more to the door,but I, not satisfied with what I got as an answer, yell one more question tothe white and pink haired man. “At least tell me your name. Please.” He stopsin his tracks and turns to face me again, opening his mouth to respond.

“Saeran. My name is Saeran.”

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707 has joined the chatroom

707: GUYS!

707: Somethings wrong with the CCTV footage at Rika’s apartment.

707: It was tampered with… (Y/N) could be in trouble…

V: Oh no…

707: Did anything weird happen with (Y/N) recently?

Jumin Han: She said she found something linking to the strange email inRika’s apartment.

Jumin Han: She also sent a photo.

Jumin Han: I got upset with her because she was pointing fingers atRika and V

Jumin Han: Then she abruptly left the chatroom.

707: How long ago?

V: About 5 minutes ago

707: Damn…

V: Luciel, I need to call you about something.

707: Okay, talk soon.

V has left the chatroom

707: has left the chatroom

Jumin Han: Please, be alright (Y/N)

Jumin Han has left the chatroom

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It feels like years when it’sonly been weeks. It doesn’t end, the beating, the drugging, being starved anddehydrated… when will this nightmare end? I hope it will soon.

RFA… where ever you are, please… save me!

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Weeks pass, Rika has disappearedthe same day (Y/N) did and Seven has been battling non-stop to try and figureout what happened to (Y/N) at Rika’s apartment. Anytime he’s close to gainingaccess to the corrupted feed, more codes for him to hack appear. Who ever tookher really doesn’t want to be found. Jumin is going along with V to theapartment to try and find clues themselves; since Luciel is busy and can’t gohimself. Jumin wasn’t actually going to go with V at first but with some minorguilt with how they last interacted he felt like he needed to help out.

Upon entering the apartment onething stands out to the two men: thewindow was smashed open. That’s the first thing that was inspected, andwhat was found was spine chilling.

There was blood.

While, yes, it was only a coupledroplets, it’s still blood one way or another. Along with the exit being found there was also a rag on the ground. Theydon’t sniff it though, they’re not stupid, only stupid enough to pick it up.There was one more thing, the drawer.Yes, that drawer, the one (Y/N) claimed there being something to link Rika tothe weird emails. V takes the contents out of it and places it on top of thedesk, inspecting along with Jumin every piece of content they could look at.

There were blueprints to abuilding that’s a 5 hour drive away, there was a planner with the tags RFA andME stuck to it as well as a piece of cardstock with what looks like thecontents of an invitation

Meetthe people who will love you forever.Attend the endless party

Don’tyou want to escape from this filthy world?This is an invitation to paradise.

Are you suffering from your past?We will help the pain go away.

A world filled with pleasure…A world filled with truth…A world with no tears…A world with no rejections…

Accept the angel’s invitation.

Magenta,Where everyone is happy…

V takes out his phone and snapspictures of everything to send to Luciel. While, yes, it means more work forthe already stressed out hacker, it’s still information that will lead tofinding the MIA party coordinator. When every nook and cranny are looked over,V and Jumin head out of the apartment, hoping to find a lead to finding theirlost and endangered friend.

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Finally! A lead!

After receiving the informationthat V sent from the apartment, Seven was able to find where (Y/N) was locatedand also get a visual on her.

“Oh my god…” Seven covers hismouth with his hand, shock and disgust written all over his face.

There sits (Y/N), blooded andbruised, chained to a concrete wall. She also seems to have lost a considerableamount of weight these past 6 weeks, cheeks seemed to have hollowed in, clothesbaggier than usual and there’s this one spot that’s exposed located on her shoulderwhere her shoulder blade can be easily seen.

“Have they not been feeding you, (Y/N)!?” Seven questions more tohimself than to anyone in particular. Finding out her current state all themore fuels the fire in the rescue of their newest member and dear friend.

All of a sudden, Vanderwood walksinto the bunker, about to yell at the hacker to do his work but Seven cuts himshort.

“Madam Vanderwood, we are goingon a rescue mission!”

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“Here’s the plan,” Seven starts,pulling out a map. The whole RFA, save for Rika, plus Vanderwood are gatheredin Jumin’s penthouse to discuss how this rescue mission is going to go.“Vanderwood and I are going to infiltrate through the front. We’ll be lookinglike what everyone looks like in there, wearing long black robes with goldtrims.” Seven then points to a small box on the map. “That’s where they’rekeeping (Y/N), we are going to go in there, grab (Y/N) and take her out andbring her to the closest hospital, Springhill General Hospital, meet us thereokay?” Everyone nods in understanding. “Good, Jumin I want you to have a room prepped for her so she can gettreated ASAP.”

“Of course,” Jumin says with anod.

Everyone stands getting ready toleave the penthouse and go to where they are told to be. Jumin walks up toSeven, opening his mouth to speck to the agent in charge, “please, bring herback in one piece.”

“Wasn’t planning on having herany other way” Seven replies with a smile. Jumin gives a small, small smile and nods back, content withthe response given.

With that, everyone files out andgoes to their positions, awaiting the rescue of (Y/N).

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I swear, the beatings just getworse and worse each time, along with the amount of that blue liquid that getsshoved down my throat any time I refuse it. Like now, I just had about half tothree quarters of that stuff and honestly, I’m feeling dizzy. I reach up withmy chained arm and rub the fresh bruise that’s forming on my cheek. My cheekshave long hollowed in due to lack of food and water. I then move my hand downmy body, running it over my shoulders and arms, my shoulder blades I can feelprotruding and my arms are thinner than they use to be, again because of lackof nutrients.

All of a sudden Rika, or better known as The Savior around this nut job, comesthrough the door, baring a gun. Great…

“Well (Y/N), you could haveactually been useful to Paradise but you have refused salvation too manytimes…” she states in a tone that breathes malice intentions.

“So…” I ask calmly even thoughinside I’m screaming for someone, anyone, to come and save me at thismoment.

“So,” she continues harshly, “youare no longer needed.” She then raises the gun to point right between my eyes.Rika is standing a few steps away so the gun isn’t pressed up against my head.“Any last words?” She asks, faking mercy on my last moments.

“Yeah, I do actually” I say witha last-minute serge of bravery, “I know what you want to do to the others,bring them to this nut house call “Paradise” and if you succeed, which youwont, I’m coming back to haunt you and make the rest of your life a living hell.” When I’m done though, all she does is laughand steady the gun again to point back at my head.

“Okay Ms. Party Coordinator,we’ll see about that.”

Right before the trigger ispulled the door slams open revealing a red-haired hacker and a tallerbrown-haired agent, both wearing the robes that basically everyone wears. I caneasily recognize the red-haired man as Seven from the picture that have beensent and his profile pictures but the other guy is unfamiliar. When Seven’seyes meet Rika’s, he freezes.

“No… (Y/N) was right, you arebehind this.” He says shaking his head, backing up slightly, trying to grasp atany flaw that could prove the truth a lie, butthere is none. Rika, in a state of panic, fires the gun at me mindlessly,resulting in me getting shot in the abdomen. I fall to my side, clutching thewound but the blood doesn’t stop flowing. Seven yells “NO” and runs over to me,kneeling beside me to try and get a better look. Behind him I can see that thebrunette has knocked Rika out and now she lays lifelessly on the floor.

My mouth is open and Seven canprobably smell my breath. His nose scrunches up a little, telling me that hejust caught a whiff. Then his eyes widen and he smells again. “Oh no…” hewhispers to himself

“Come here Vanderwood!” Oh, sohis name is Vanderwood. Wait… wasn’t thatthe name of Seven’s maid!? I’ll askhim when I’m not dying. “She’s shot and has chemicals in her system, I cansmell them.”

“Move” Vanderwood says some whatharshly but I can faintly see the concern in his eyes. “It’s bad, punctured anartery. She’ll bleed out and die if we don’t get her help fast. As for thechemicals, I can smell them too, and if I’m not wrong, those chemicals inparticular can be deadly or cause lifetime complications. It’s already a wonderto me how she hasn’t lost consciousness yet.” Seven nods his head, unlocks thechains and goes to pick me up gently, probably to get out of this building andme to a hospital. I then remember about Saeran. Over the course of my stay,Saeran has visited me quite a few times and he ended up opening up a bit abouthimself, including that he and Seven, orSaeyoung rather, are twin brothers.

“Saeyoung…” I breath out the bestI can since my conscious is slipping rapidly. Seven freezes at the use of hisreal name that I should have no knowledge on. But he just shakes his head andkeeps going so I decide to say a different name, “Saeran…” He freezes once moreand looks down wide eyed at me.

“How do you know those names…” heasks.

“Saeran” I say again.

“Saeran?” He questions. I nod toconfirm. “Is he here (Y/N)!?” I nod again. “Damn…” he whispers.

“Looking for me Saeyoung…” I can faintly hear Saeran’svoice in the distance as my vision starts to blacken and my eyes start toflutter shut. Seven must have noticed because he starts to call out to me.

“Hey, hey, (Y/N), you gotta staywith me here please.” He pleads.

“Can’t… sorry…” is all I canmuster out with my strength leaving my body so fast.

“Vanderwood, take (Y/N)” Sevenhands me over to Vanderwood and I hiss in pain.

“Sorry” I can hear Vanderwood say.Even with my senses disappearing I can still see Saeran walk over to Seven.

“Saeran,” I call, catching hisattention. He looks at me, “come with us” I say. He gives me a laugh.

“And leave Paradise! You’reinsane!” he states as he continues to laugh.

“No… Saeran… you are… being usedby… Rika for her own… gain…” This has Saeran stop laughing and looking at mewith wide eyes. “Think about Saeran…” I add.

Saeran eyes go back to normal butwith an added sadness to it, like he knows it’s true but he doesn’t want toaccept it. He closes his eyes and turns his head to the ground and I take thistime to lean up and whisper in Vanderwood’s ear to knock him out if he doesn’tcome with us after I ask him. Vanderwood nods, understanding his job.

“So, Saeran, come with us please.”Surprisingly, he nods his head slowly, agreeing to come with us. I breath a sighof relief but that relief is short lived because a shock wave of pain courses throughmy abdomen, causing me to hiss in pain again. This catches the other three males’attention.

“SHIT THAT’S RIGHT YOU NEED AHOSPITAL LIKE NOW!” Seven yells, “COME ON!” He then bolts to the exit and theother two start running too. Right as I get placed in the back with my head onVanderwood’s lap and me laying on Saeran too, Seven driving in the front, I havea smile on my face at the fact that I’m out of that hell and so is Saeran andthat he has Seven back. Then I lose consciousness as the car zooms off and awayfrom Mint Eye.

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Beep

That’s the first thing I hear,beeping.

Soft, warm.

That’s the first thing I feel.

Antiseptic.

The first thing I smell. Thatsort of gives away that I’m in a hospital. The antiseptic isn’t the only thing I can smell, it was only thefirst. In fact, I can smell lots of things. I also smell honey and butter,coffee, cinnamon, cigarette smoke…

I start to stir in my hospital bedbut as soon as I do, I hear a collection of gasps sound from around me, somechairs move, a couple foot steps and a voice. Jumin’s voice.

“Can you hear me? (Y/N)?” Jumin asksin his cool tone but anyone can easily hear the excitement and joy and concernin it. I try to talk but only a groan escapes my throat. I finally find thestrength to open my eyes and when I do I can see that Vanderwood, Saeran, Seven,Jumin and what I assume is the rest of the RFA standing in the bright, whitehospital room. Smiles break out on everyone’s faces, yes even on Saeran’s, whenmy eyes fully open, clearly, they are happy that I’m fine, or at least I hopethat’s the reason.

When the excitement dies down abit I go and ask a few questions, hoping for adequate answers, “how long was Iout?” being my first question. Saeyoung it the one to answer,

“You were out for 6 months; thedoctors weren’t sure if you would make it or not…” I give a small smile.

“Well, I guess I made it.” I say.He laughs a little.

“Yeah, guess you did.”

My smile falters for a second asI think about what my next question is since I don’t want to trigger anything inSaeran or to anyone else. V seems to notice this so he asks “What’s wrong?”

“Well, I have a question but Idon’t want to say anything that could…um…bring some bad memories to anyone,” Ilook at Saeran, “specifically Saeran since he looks to be doing better than whenI last saw him.” I give Saeran a small smile and he returns it.

“It’s okay… go ahead” he says. I keepsmiling and nod to him.

“Well, um, what happened to her.” I ask slowly.

“She’s in Alaska right now.” Juminanswers.

“Okay…” Deciding to change the subjectto something more light-hearted I ask “So, what did I miss?” and that seems tohave done it. Everyone starts talking about their lives from the last 6 months;Yoosung talks about college, Jumin and Jaehee about the newest cat project, thetwins about how they bonded, Zen about a new role he got and V on his latestpictures he’s taken.

From day till night, until he neededto leave for the night and go home, Jumin never left my side. He never left myside through my whole recovery either and for that, I am grateful that I couldmeet him and all the others too.

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pikapegasus · 7 years

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Starmora 53

53. “Sit down. I’ll get it.”

bc what’s life without some peter hurt and gamora comfort????? aka starmora hurt/comfort muahaah but don’t worry friends, this one’s pretty angst free for once (sh00k)

send me a ship + a number!!!

Peter can’t move.

Well, yes, actually, he is still very much capable of movement, but not without asteep price. Even the slightest movement results in an aggressive, explosivepain in his head, and he has to screw his eyes shut to stop the world fromspinning every time. He’s always hated head injuries the most. He’d take death by stabbing over death by blunt force trauma to the head, to be honest—because at least then, his head wouldn’t threaten him to completely implode, then explode, then implode again, like it is now.

And it’s all because of a stupid situation caused by his stupid friends.

He loves his team dearly—really, he does; they’re hisfamily, and he wouldn’t trade them for the world, or an eternity, like a certain celestial jackass had thought, the dick—but as fun as their chaotic, supportive environmentis, he has his limits.

His new limit: Rocket and Drax starting bar fights withinfive minutes (at most) upon entering a bar.

Even after a year together, this is still a recurringproblem whenever the team goes for a night out. Peter’s not really sure why; it probably has something to dowith the duo’s deep, underlying issues from their respective traumatic backgrounds, or justexpending frustrating energy after spending so much time in such a small spacewith such obnoxious people, but,whatever, because either way, Peter’s still confined to his bed after getting straight-up decked while trying to break up thescuffle they’d caused.

(Although, there is hope that this will be the last time, forat least a while, that the Drax-and-Rocket-bar-fights will continue to happen regularly,because Gamora looked just short of absolutely pissed about it from what Peter saw before he passed out, and if hecan’t stop Drax and Rocket, then Gamora might be able to scare the problem outof them.)

Then he came to in his bed to the sound of hushed, furiouswhispers outside his door in what sounded like a one-sided argument (scolding) between Gamora and Rocket andDrax.

Whatever. The two bastards deserve it for dragging him intotheir mess, anyway.

“Peter,” comes a soft voice, contrasting the harsh whispersfrom earlier, “I need you to wake up.”

He gives a little grunt to indicate that he’s still alive,but she lays a soft hand on his face, stroking his cheek gently, and, seriously, if it was literally anyone else asking him, he’d have turnedover and ignored them completely.

But he complies, opening his eyes to the sight of Gamora,standing over him with a small smile.

“It hurts to talk,” he whispers, struggling to get the wordsout.

“I know,” she says, removing her hand. “I need tocheck up on you every few hours; I think you have a concussion.”

He groans, but that hurts, making him groan again, and just—

“Shit,” hemanages, screwing his eyes shut.

“Is there anything you need?” she asks quietly, probablycontrolling her volume for his sake. “Food? Water?”

Debating between the pain of shaking his head and the painof verbally answering, he finally settles for a noise through closed lips thathe hopes sounds somewhat like a “no.”

But if anything’s improved in their time together, unlike Rocket and Drax’s stagnant coping mechanisms at bars, it’s Peter’scommunication with Gamora, because she just understands things, and heunderstands her, and it’s pretty great, being able to have silent conversationsvia facial expressions over the heads of the others, leaving them all wondering whothey’re talking about and what they did wrong.

(“It’s, like, a totalparenting thing,” he’d told Gamora one time, and she seemed cool with it.)

Gamora, predictably, understands. She nods, offering him asoft smile. “Okay. You can go back to sleep now.”

He stares up at her with big eyes, blinking slowly.

“I’m staying with you,” she reassures him. “I’m not goingto leave you to die in your sleep. If you do that, I’ll be here to kill you forit right away.”

It hurts to laugh.

Sometime later, Peter wakes up on his own, tangled up inGamora’s arms and legs. They usually rotate their cuddling—the first time Peterhad mentioned their cuddling toGamora, she insisted she threw up a little in her mouth at the mushy idea, buthe knows she loves it just as much as he does—positions, with her curling intohim some nights, and vice versa. Apparently, tonight, they’ve just been amutual mess, unconsciously trying to latch onto each other.

His head feels a bit better from earlier, but still nowherenear normal. Judging by the lack of noise from the rest of the ship, everyoneelse is probably sleeping.

Despite the idea of a (for once) quiet Quadrant appealing to his lingering headache, thesilence puts him on edge. There’s the comforting sound of Gamora’s breathing,yes, but he needs something else, something specific.

…Where’d his Zune end up during the fight, anyway?

At some point after returning to the ship, Gamora had helped himchange out of his clothes into proper pajamas, so his Zune might be with hislaundry, unless Gamora took it and moved it somewhere else.

Carefully, he pulls away from Gamora, watching her for somesort of reaction. When she remains asleep, he takes a deep breath,steeling himself to sit up in the bed and pull the covers off. Heturns his legs to the side of the bed, placing his feet down on the floor. Countingdown in his mind, he manages to push up into a standing position whileholding onto the nightstand to steady himself.

The Zune could be in a number of places, but he’s willing tolook. Sometimes, he just can’t notlisten to the music from his mother—and now Yondu—and he typically puts downwhatever he’s doing to fulfill that need.

He makes it about two steps forward before Gamora sleepilycalls after him, “Why are you up?”

Busted.

Turning back carefully, he finds Gamora now sitting up inbed, rubbing at her eyes.

“You should still be in bed,” she continues. “You need to rest.”

He stays in place. “I wanted my Zune.”

Now she’s up on her feet, gesturing to the bed. “Sit down. I’llget it.”

Though her tone is far from impatient, he frowns. It sucks that she has to dopractically everything for him whilehe’s hurt, but he does as she says, making his way back to the bed andcarefully sliding back under the covers.

She walks around the bed to a set of drawers, from which sheprocures the Zune and his earbuds. While walking back to the bed, she fiddleswith it—probably scrolling through his songs to choose one for the two of themto listen to—but then she stops, cursing under her breath.

“The battery needs to be charged,” she says with a sigh.

“Oh.”

He tries not to sound disappointed, but everything’s pretty shitty right now. She hooks it up to thecharger on Peter’s nightstand before returning to her side of the bed andcrawling in with him.

“I’m sorry, Peter,” she murmurs, facing him. He turns toface her. “I should’ve checked if it was charged earlier when I took it out ofyour pocket.”

“’S’fine,” he mumbles. “I don’t need it.”

She presses her lips together thoughtfully. “What song didyou want to listen to?”

“I was just gonna putit on shuffle.” He shrugs.

“Well…” she pauses, searching his eyes. “I know a few of thesongs.”

He raises his eyebrows at that, ignoring the way his brainprotests the sudden movement, grinning a little. Her words give him a second wind, revitalizing him a bit. “Do you take requests?”

“On special occasions.”

“And this is…?”

“I suppose it is, indeed, a special occasion.”

His head still hurts like a bitch, but as he curls into Gamora with this stupid smile on hisface, he forces himself to ignore it as much as possible. She wraps an arm aroundhim, holding him close to her. He sighs, resting his head against her chest. “Inthat case, I have a song in mind. A special song. For this special occasion.”

“Yes?”

“Y’know any Elvin Bishop?”

Though he can’t see her face, he imagines her rolling hereyes in her own Gamora way, accompanied by her typical smirk. As she startshumming the familiar tune, Peter relaxes his entire body, closing his eyes andfocusing on her soft voice.

Before he completely loses himself to sleep, he manages tomumble a hasty “thank you” to her.

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