Mystic Messenger, more like MISTAKE MESSENGER.
I love these characters and needed to write this.
Zen, Yoosung, Jumin, Saeyoung, Saeran, and V. My boyyysss. And Jaehee my smol precious bab.
A/N: I LOVE V HE NEEDS TO BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS also switching back to y/n bc I didn't like using MC idk why.
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"Where's Y/N? She said she was coming..." Jaehee worried, tapping her pen on her clipboard. Most all the guests had arrived, all except their most important one: you.
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As the new RFA party planner, the failure or success of the event fell on you. Having only a week to prepare, you had to hurry to make everything happen. The first RFA party in two years was supposed to be a big comeback for the organization and you were responsible for making sure it went well.
Jumin had offered an unlimited budget so you wouldn't feel so much pressure and you took advantage of the funds to make sure the party was as elegant and professional as possible. White tablecloths, big bouquets as centerpieces, expensive wine and lots of different foods, among other things. You spent ages ordering decorations and hiring caterers and cake makers and bartenders while also making sure guests were getting invitations through email. You spend the week busily preparing for the party and all of your hard work created one hell of a party. However, due to the bomb situation, you were possibly not going to attend.
Seven was working as fast as he could to disarm it but it was taking time. You tried to not be annoying but you were nervous that you wouldn't make it so you bugged him every few minutes. He assured you he was doing his best and that you would make it but you still worried. You had been messaging Zen and telling him that you would probably be late and he was communicating the message to the rest. They all wished you good luck and congratulated you on the venue, applauding your interior design skills.
You decided to stop worrying and just get ready for the party in hopes you would be able to get there in time. You had bought a dress especially for the occasion, an light blue dress with a lace bust that reached your knees. A black blazer was over your shoulders and your face had light makeup. Your hair was down and fell over your shoulders in light curls.
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The party was starting in 10 minutes and you would need at least that to get to the venue, a large ballroom in a five star hotel. You tapped your toes as you waited for Seven to give you the go ahead. He said he was finishing up, connecting a few wires and typing away on his computer. You took that as a good sign and gathered your coat and bag, ready to leave. As you put your phone in your purse, Seven slammed his laptop shut and shot up.
"Done! Let's go, we can't be late!" He pulled you out to his car and within seconds you were speeding off in the direction of the party.
You texted Zen, letting him know you were on your way and that the bomb problem was fixed. He sent back way too many emojis and told you that they were all relieved that you were coming. You sent a smiley face before sliding your phone back into your purse and focusing on your surroundings, you were nearly there.
