A/N: This was originally going to be posted as a single oneshot, but for creative purposes I wanted it to feel like you were almost starting new with each new chapter. So the chapters range in size. Either way I hope you enjoy the story! I'll post what I have tonight and then add the rest asap.

Yoosung was your first.

You entered the RFA through strange means, and discovered a treasure chest full of amazing people. Not all of them trusted you immediately (who would in such a suspicious scenario?), but all of them treated you kindly. You found yourself with a new home, a new group of friends, a new job you needed to do, and an all-around better life. You laughed more and looked forward to all of the conversations with the rest of the RFA members, even if it meant that your sleeping schedule was messed up now. It was okay. You've never seen any of them in real life, so you would gladly stay up late to talk with them.

You loved all of them, but Yoosung won your heart first. His earnestness drew you in, and all you wanted to do was help him and support him even as you watched him try to throw his life away with video games. You didn't have the heart to let him do such a thing, so you encouraged him to try new things. You listened to him as he talked about Rika (even when it started to annoy you with the comparisons) and gently tried to heal the wound in his heart. And eventually, slowly, you two fell in love.

You adored watching him become the man you knew he truly was. He loved every bit of you, and in many ways he reminded you of a puppy. You longed to hold him and to kiss him like he would tell you he would do if he could only go to see you, but both of you trusted Seven when he said that your location couldn't be revealed. Talking on the phone was enough. The chats over messages and in the chat rooms were enough. Your heart would race with joy, and your nights were filled with his sweet voice.

The bomb scared you. You felt like you couldn't calm down, even as you reassured everyone that you would stay calm. You considered leaving the RFA because you found all of it to be too much. There were times you cowered in your room and cried. Yoosung became furious on your behalf, even as the others scrambled to keep everyone calm. Zen and Yoosung raged, Seven worked hard to secure the bomb, and Jaehee and Jumin worked to contact V desperately. You couldn't do much. You were trapped in your house. You felt claustrophobic. For the first time you regretted ever agreeing to help the RFA. It was too much.

Yoosung could tell you weren't okay. It was obvious by your messages in the chat room, but it was more obvious as you talked to him on the phone. The panic in your voice was there. He reassured you even as he cursed V for all that he was worth. He couldn't believe that Rika would do such a thing. He only laughed in disbelief when you tried to keep Yoosung calm in terms of V. You had never seen a person so angry before. You wished that he was there to hold you.

Seven proved he was as amazing as everyone said, and the bomb was neutralized. It wasn't enough for all of the RFA (or you). They wanted you out of the apartment. You didn't want to stay either. You could barely understand why you stayed. You should've run. You wanted to. But if you did, you were almost positive you would never hear from the RFA again.

"It's too dangerous! You're safer there!" Seven insisted. And you believed him. Because even if you were now scared of the RFA, you trusted the people there. People who had barely been in your life for a couple of days, but all of whom you loved. You stayed as they understood your want to leave and reassured you.

Yoosung called you whenever he could. You two shared your fear and nervousness with each other, calming and riling each other up in waves. You loved him so much. It was enough. He promised to protect you, and you believed him. You trusted him, which was why you helped him convince Seven to take Yoosung with Seven to the hacker's base.

"Be safe, please." You whispered desperately into the phone the night before they left. "I can't lose you."

"I'll be as safe as I can! Seven won't let anything happen to me!" Yoosung reassured you. You soaked in his voice, so confident and determined, and your body hummed with need. You wanted to hold him. You were scared you would lose him before you would ever get to meet him. "Just wait for me, okay? We'll be back soon. And I'll finally meet you at the party!"

"When you see me, kiss me." You commanded.

"I-I Y-Yeah! Of course!" He stuttered, caught off guard and flustered. His voice softened with longing, "I . . . I want to kiss you so badly. And hold you. It'll be the first thing I do."

"Promise?" You asked.

"Pinkie promise!"

And when he and Seven left, you never expected him to be injured. You didn't know it at first. He hid it from you so that you could enjoy the party. But when you didn't see him, you began to worry more. You needed to see him. You wanted to make sure he was okay, especially as Seven apologized to you repeatedly.

"Where is he?" You asked him, shaking.

"I-" Luciel cut himself off and shook his head. "Just enjoy the party! You'll . . . You'll see him soon, okay?"

You nearly collapsed as you saw Yoosung for the first time. His beautiful purple eyes you had only seen in pictures were damaged. A large bandage covered his left eye, and his face was pale, but he smiled as he talked to you. And just like he promised, he kissed you in front of everyone whispering words of love. And you cried and held him, because he was there. He was safe. And finally you had him.

Your love for Yoosung didn't fade. You supported him as he pursued the dream he had made in light of Rika's pain. You adored each moment he talked about what he learned, and the two of you moved in together as soon as you could. You left Rika's apartment behind, not regretting a moment of it. You didn't leave the RFA because Yoosung didn't want you to, and you found that you were glad that you didn't. Your friends loved you, and you loved them.

Everything was nearly perfect. You didn't understand why the last bit of happiness just wouldn't click in your heart.

You decided to ignore it. "Nearly perfect" was better than nothing.

You visited Yoosung at his clinic, and smiled softly at the sight of his glasses. His eye was still weak and he needed corrective lens. You thought they just made him more cute. You switched his glasses for a new pair even as he playfully whined about it. You knew he would be having surgery soon to fix his eye, but you found a part of you wanting him to keep the glasses. You wouldn't say that, though.

"What's that?" He asked. "You like people who wear glasses?"

Something in you shook, and you were left breathless. Your heart suddenly dropped to your stomach, and the piece of the puzzle that just didn't fit into your nearly-perfect life hummed as if it had just been struck. Yoosung held you, confused as you teared up. You laughed it off, saying some kind of excuse because you didn't want to worry him. You sidetracked him with talks of dinner, and soon enough he was going back to normal even as he watched you with a professional doctor's eye.

It was all so domestic, and you refused to bow from the sudden pain in your heart. The slot where your life wasn't perfect at seemed to widen like a void, stealing your happiness from you. As you lay down beside your loving husband in bed, you nearly cried even as you didn't understand.

Somehow, none of it was enough anymore.