#programmedlover

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@programmedlover . 

      ‘   do you believe in conspiracy theories ? i say they’re real.   ’  there’s nothing really that brought this conversation up. even he doesn’t know why he’s spilling out this random shit - he’ll figure it out, though.

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@programmedlover  ♡ for a starter

A wanderer is a wanderer, saved or not. She traverses the halls with familiar clicking heels, hood over thick dark locks as custom. Believers shuffle by quietly, keeping to the walls like shadows, and she bows her head to them accordingly. Through a doorway (it’s open, why?) she peeks, catches a flash of hair and a feminine form. Dopamine rushes and hands shake--- this is the time when she’s bold enough to approach.

‘...Hello?’

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        First on her list of things to do is to buy new bedsheets. There’s something unsettling about sleeping in the bed of a dead girl, and while Jiae is given no indication that the apartment’s previous tenant died here ( really, it’s pretty immaculate, considering it hasn’t been lived in—did someone clean it? ), it’d still make her feel better to have fresh sheets. Something hers amidst all the belongings that aren’t hers.

        The sun is setting. It’s been a long, exhausting day. Between trying to return a phone and the crazy events leading up to her unofficial recruitment into the R.FA., Jiae just wants to sleep. Yet, just as she’s beginning to get comfortable, her phone lights up, alerting her to a new chat room.

        That’s weird… what’s with the screen? Maybe Seven was doing security maintenance? It’d make sense, given her abrupt arrival. Regardless, she thumbs to the chat room and types in a quick message.

        【 jiae 】 oh, hey!         【 jiae 】 didn’t think anyone would be on right now. ^^

@programmedlover | sc.

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            ❝ Why are the damn trains always so late ? ❞ He’s used to walking to school back in Usagiyama ; getting the train to university was still new to him.

@programmedlover !

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A kiss is pressed to each eyelid, to each cheek and eventually to his lips, where she withdraws and whispers to him. "I love you." She pulled her around around him, pressing herself closer to him and kisses him again, repeating the same words again. "I love you."

              It had been a very bad day. It was stressful, his emotions on a broken rise that he felt like breaking and destroying everything in his path. Saeyoung had already tried to calm him down, and it worked, for a time. But then the emotions came rushing back, something he thought he had a handle on, but he supposed he had been extremely frustrated and hadn’t stretched for more than a few seconds at a time in between coding.

              He wasn’t sure if he wanted to cry like what he had called “Ray” would’ve done, or if he wanted to become violent and destructive like how “Unknown” would’ve been. But he was Saeran now, and so he was neither of those people. He was both of them and these were his feelings. HIS. And he had to come to terms to that somehow. He was no longer the young and weak Saeran that his... that Rika had changed to make him become Ray and Unknown.

              He was resting against the headboard when he heard the door swing open, the dim lighting from outside of the bedroom filtering in like moonlight on a cloudless night. He closed his eyes, feeling more fatigued than he had thought he was feeling earlier. Padding over quietly, he could feel her weight press into the mattress and sat in front of him. She smelled sweet, like she had been making sweets... oh, absently, he hoped she had been making some ice cream. Some ice cream sounded good right now...

              And then he felt her hands on his cheeks, lifting him from staring at his hands that he sighed when she kissed each of his eyelids, whispering those same words that washed over him like a soothing balm. He could feel the tiredness and the bad day drain from him, replaced by the warmth and comfort of those words and her touch brought him. His arms lifted before he realized what he wanted, embracing her as she continued to give him the loving kisses that he hadn’t realized he wanted. He nuzzled against her, inhaling her as if she was his air and sighed again.

              ❛ I love you too... ❜ he murmured. ❛ ... Let me just... stay like this, for a while... ❜

giving kisses is always needed... | @programmedlover

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When he said he'd make up for it, she didn't expect it in the way he showed it - surprising her with kisses that she reciprocated in each hasty, hungry way. No matter how flustered she feels herself become under his touch, hands had found their way to his hair. When he finally parts from her to rest along her, breathing her in - she wiggles her way from underneath him. Ageha had crawled over him on top, multi-colored hues watching him with adoration. "Say it again. How much do you love me?"

              The flip wasn’t something that he didn’t think would happen, considering how stubborn and forceful Ageha could get whenever she desperately needed something. And this time, he was eager to indulge in Ageha’s wishes. Saeran looked up at the girl he could awkwardly now call his girlfriend and barely managed a small smile when she asked such an inquiry. Lifting himself so he uprighted himself so she slid into his lap, he placed his hands on her waist, feeling truly just how much smaller in comparison she was to him.

              She was his. And he was hers.

              ❛ Yes, of course, ❜ he replied after a moment when he adjusted her in his lap. ❛ I love you, Ageha, I love you so much... so please, don’t ever leave me, okay? ❜ The question was hinted back to his insecurity back when he was at Mint Eye, the small fear that never could quite go away in such a trying time. Even though he was now reunited with his brother and it was unlikely that they’d ever separate again with what amazing technical skill and prowess they had, there was no way that they’d be separated again.

              But Ageha was different. She was special. She was his very own blue rose.

              ❛ I love you and I’m willing to say it as many times as you want, but... ❜ He rested his forehead against hers, his hands twitching so that he brought her closer into a tight hug. There were moments of weakness and perhaps, today was one of them. His emotions were always on the flip—playful and joking one second, and then entirely serious and wholesome the next. It was still a struggle to come to grasp such vast array of emotions without the need to rely on the “personalities” that he had made to protect himself.

              He couldn’t make himself finish the thought and his hold on her tightened ever so slightly as he buried his face into the crook of her neck.

pls don’t leave me, Ageha... | @programmedlover .

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Ageha wanted the attention, as always but often times he'd look away from her for whatever reason. Displeased, she'd bring herself closer to him and grasping his cheeks with her hands, turning his face to look at her directly. ❛ Stop ignoring me! ❜ Her eyes seek his and her pouting face then turns into a grin, pleased now that eye contact was made. ❛ See, much better! Don't look away from me anymore, got it? ❜

               Saeran had been hyper-focused on the task at hand, offhandedly ignoring Ageha while casting side-eyed glances in her direction. But then, he could never ignore her entirely when she was in the same room as he was. Mint-colored eyes shot in her direction when she slunk ever closer to where he sat at his laptop in the bedroom. Honestly, he should be working at his computer desk, but wanted the seclusion and comfort that his bedroom offered. But despite the privacy offered by the said room, Ageha came in instead.

              he had just turned his face away from her, focusing back on the laptop after he noted that the conversation had finished. It seemed not to be the case when he felt slender hands grasp his face again, forcing him to face her.

              his eyes widen in surprise, his breath stilling in his lungs when she pouted and then it changed into a grin when he could look nowhere else but her eyes. He was surprised to see the green almost shift as quickly as her own moods. How pretty.

              His lips part and the corners of his lips twitched in amusement, a dark humor reminiscent of the “Unknown” that only burned with an anger that he hadn’t felt in quite some time. ❛ I’d never ignore you, Ageha, ❜ he smoothly replied. At least, on purpose, was his idle thought. But he supposed she was being neglected lately. He hadn’t been near her as he used to when they were under harsher circumstances. But, he felt terrible. Maybe he had been ignoring her and he felt bad that he did. To make up for it though, he decided he can start now, at the very least.

              ❛ I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to ignore you, ❜ he said, a slight frown marring his features that he seemed remorseful. ❛ I’ll make up for it, I promise. ❜ The personality was similar to how he was as Ray, but, now, he was a neat culmination of all of those “personalities”.

              When her eyes asked the silent question as to how he would do so, an immediate flash of a grin was the last thing she’d see before he closed the remaining space between them and pressed his lips against hers. He could feel her hands separate from his that he pushed her down to the bed to continue giving the kisses that he felt she should’ve had a long time ago. But the fear of breaking her, of her becoming dirty under his touch was something he didn’t dare, but she was his. Oh yes, she was HIS and he wanted her so bad. He loved her, loved her, loved her until he felt like he couldn’t breathe on some days.

              ❛ I love you so much, Ageha, I’m sorry for ignoring you... I— ❜ And he continued to kiss her until all he could do was press himself against her and nuzzle his face against her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.

cause she asked, she shall receive. | @programmedlover .