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The seven group members all stood in line for the flight, it was still early morning and the septet were exhausted... Well, not everyone.
"How can you be so hyper, Seven?! It's like, six in the morning and we've been up for, like, a day..!"
"C'mon Yoosung! I thought all those late LOLOL games would train you for lack of sleep!"
"It's not the same! At home I have the OPTION to sleep, and something to DISTRACT me!"
MC shushed Yoosung, reminding him to keep his voice down.
"Well it's nothing compared to the amount of times you guys woke me up with your chatrooms..." MC laughed, although her tone made it seem as if she wasn't joking and more so blaming the others for restless nights.
"Try working for Mr. Han..." Jaehee mumbled, facing away from her ex-boss as her significant other reminded her to call him 'Jumin.' "Cats randomly given at unexpected times, sudden cancelations of meetings and unwanted projects involving whatever Mr. Han- or, I mean, Jumin- wanted..."
"Sounds like a nightmare." Zen gave a menacing look over to the man with the black hair, who seemed to be ignoring anything he didn't want to hear about the conversation.
"I suggest being kinder to your flight-mate, after all we will be sitting beside each other for the next ten hours or so..."
"WHAT?!"
Yoosung watched Zen scramble to figure out how to get out of the situation he's in. Tired overcame him, but Zen shook him around asking to swap ticking with him.
"Ah... Sorry Zen, our tickets have our names on them..." The blonde responded with.
He wouldn't mind sitting with Jumin, but being next with him would make Yoosung feel too intense, instead he would be with Seven. The collage kid looked up to him, Seven was so cool, smart and intelligent. Although his jokes were annoying, Yoosung could still call him his best friend, but he doesn't talk to others that much so it wasn't a very rewarding title.
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Not too long after, they boarded the flight and took their seats. Once they were off Yoosung plugged in a pair of earbuds he brought, plugging them to a spot on the chair, and decided to watch one of the movies they had available.
Seven on the other hand took out his lap top and headphones, deciding to play some games.
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The blonde soon bored himself after watching three movies and taking a nap. Seven seemed to still be working, actually, the whole time he hasn't taken even a small break. Yoosung looked around the plane for a moment, not knowing what he was looking for. After a while his eyes landed on his seat mate.
Leaning in slightly, he looked over to see Sevens computer screen. It always made him anxious whenever he saw him with his lap top, on the few days Yoosung visited him Seven would still be working from time to time, telling him not to interrupt what he was doing.
To his surprise Seven was playing a game.
Curiosity struck through him, he leaned close and tapped Sevens shoulder.
Seven moved the speaker that stopped his hearing too behind his ear.
"What are you playing?" He asked.
"It's called Emblem of Fire."
"What's it about? I thought you'd be doing work like always."
"I would be but I don't think programming on an air plane is a smart idea. The staff would probably find me suspicious."
"Programming? I thought you did hacking?"
Seven shot up and placed his hands over his mouth.
"Shhh~~~~!"
Yoosung moved his hands away. "Ew, gross! What did I do wrong?"
The red head sighed and leaned back.
"My work is strictly secret, Yoosung. What I do is a form of programming; I type lines of code to make a program that I execute to infiltrate other systems. Coding is typing what's going to happen but in a way where the computer will understand, while a program is the whole thing in general. It's like writing instructions in another language, every line is code and the translation process is coding, but the whole script is considered the program while programming is the process of making it. Programming and coding are pretty much the same thing, but it's still important to know the differences and where they're coming from when working professionally."
"Wow! That's so cool!" Yoosung's eyes sparkled with interest. "So what's hacking?"
The ginger smiled, his heart thumping a bit louder than he would have liked. "That's something to get into another time."
It was true, he felt strongly for Yoosung. Something he did not like and refused to admit.
Seven looked away from the blondes lilac eyes, but caught the sight of something interesting.
"Oooo~~~~! Yoosung, look at who fell asleep~~!" He pointed to the two in front of him as he took out his phone, Zen and Jumin, who had their heads resting on each other.
It was hard to see in-between the small gap, but it was definitely them.
The two giggled as Seven took a few photos, the speakers turned on and a woman spoke.
"Hello and thank you all for flying with Epic Flights! We are now arriving in Toronto, Canada, please be prepared!!"
Zen seemed to stir, Seven reached through the gap and grabbed onto his arm.
"Zen~~~, It's time to awake~~~..."
Yoosung laughed louder, the silver haired man shot up realizing who was next to him.
As the other also gained consciousness the woman voice returned.
"We have arrived to our destination, please unbuckle your seatbelts and gather your luggage."
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Yoosung felt a bit more energized after the naps but by any amount that really mattered. Seven helped him take his suit case and he dragged himself out of the plain into the taxi pick up spot.
"Okay guys, we're heading over to the hotel!" MC smiled, she looked tired but it seemed like she was trying to keep everyones spirits up.
MC, Jaehee, Yoosung and Seven all squished into one cab while the others went into a different one.
Seven was next to Yoosung and MC, his heart beat quickened as his body was pressed against the other male. It was uncomfortable, but seeing Yoosung's amethyst eyes start to hide behind their lids made him too flustered to notice anything else.
He was trapped in the thoughts of him, not even noticing that they had made it to the hotel.
Seven was shocked, a feeling of embarrassment washed over him realizing the whole ride was spent looking at the boy.
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Making their way into the hotel rooms was a relief, finally they could rest.
Yoosung ran to the nearest bed and passed out, not realizing there was only three.
Seven tried convincing his brother to sleep next to him, but of course Saeran refused. Over dramatically sighing, Seven flopped next to the blonde and tried to rest.
He could hear the others organizing themselves, Zen and Jumin slept in the bed next to them while his brother went to the other one on the other side of the room.
It was quiet and dark. He could feel the heat Yoosung's body provided, his face became red and warm.
Seven tried to distract himself, focus on sleep. He turned to the opposite side of Yoosung and shut his eyes tight.
Although the blonde turned around and now they were closer than ever.
The red head did everything in his power to ignore Yoosung, but it was like a parasite that kept coming back into his mind. After a good while he gave into his thoughts, his mind being taken over. The others blonde hair was beautiful, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss the chocolate brown it used to be. Seven loves the way Yoosung trusts him completely, even after so many pranks he believes every word he says. The boy is inspired by everything Seven does, it's nice to have someone like that next to you. If only he could have him by his side forever.
A wave of sadness washed over him remembering every time he's flirted with the younger male. He'd always cover it up when he said it with a teasing tone, but it hurt whenever the other was disgusted by it. Every time he hoped for a different outcome, some sort of blush on his cheeks or a small indication that Yoosung was just some sort of shy tsundere. But every time he was pushed away.
And with that Seven fell asleep. He was tired and now felt blue, he wanted to ignore every sign to move on and keep pushing. But to face reality would be to admit that Yoosung was straight, so he'd ignore everything and go to bed. Hoping the next day Yoosung might do a small action like hold his hand or even just look at him. Something small was enough for now.