We need to goof around once in a while, no?

Say 'You are my master' in Arabic.

Zen stared annoyingly at the door. Like usual, he was not in the mood for stupid games, especially when it came to talking in different languages. He only knew how to speak Korean and English because of his acting. He even knew a little bit of French...but not Arabic!

"Seven open the door! I'm not in the mood for checking the translation again! I don't want anyone passing by seeing me meddling with a door!"

Incorrect Password

"SEVEN!!!"

Incorrect Password

Zen sighed as he unwillingly pulled out his phone. He had to download the app because of him, such a waste of storage..not enough for his future selfies! He typed in the phrase and checked the romanization under the translation. He had to recite it under his breath for a minimum of 10 times and he kind of managed to say it.

"أنتَ سيدي...؟"

Congrats buddy! Come on in!

"ABOUT TIME!"

The door opened automatically for him and he stormed in Seven's room. As always, he was glued to his laptop typing uncontrollably with a pair of headphones covering his ears. He didn't even notice Zen tapping his foot next to him.

"Sev, I'm here" Zen said as he tapped his shoulder.

"Geez, lay it off! You nearly dislocated my shoulder!"

"I literally just tapped your shoulder!"

"I become sensitive when I'm working!"

Seven lifted his head and gasped lightly. His frown turned into a large smirk.

"Oh hey Zen! How did you go with my door?"

"DON'T EVEN START!"

Seven started to laugh as he saw Zen gradually becoming furious just thinking about his tight-secured door. As Zen let out a sigh, Seven continued talking.

"So Zen, what brought you here?"

"What do you think? I came here to play the Sims"

"Oh, of course buddy. The PC is prepared just for you. And take these headphones, I couldn't work last time because of you"

Zen gave him a dirty look as he made his way to Seven's desktop. The CD was already inserted and Zen was welcomed by the menu of the Sims. Hyun's smile widened as he saw his Sim ready to act on the theatre. The audience were already throwing flowers and he was cheering for himself under his breath.

Seven rolled his eyes and chuckled as he looked at him from just above the rim of his laptop screen. Zen could be so manly and aggressive on the surface but he was actually a ten year old on the inside. He wouldn't say it out loud though, Zen would totally taekwondo him to death.

He wasn't really in the mood for work. All he was seeing was blurred lines and nonsense. He couldn't concentrate because of Yoosung. Sure, he was his best target for his most stupid pranks but he was also his best friend and though sometimes he tries to hide it, he was always worried about him.

Seeing Zen so happy-go-lucky and drooling over the game made him rethink about humanity. Was he really that fresh minded? He wished he could be like him sometimes, no worries to not think about before going to sleep, if he had the chance to sleep that is.

Just as he was about to type another thing, Zen spoke up again.

"At what time will Yoosung arrive exactly? I want to make sure to at least give him a warm welcome, not like that cold blooded CEO-in-line"

"Around 3 more hours"

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"3 MORE HOURS?"

"MC, come on it's not that much"

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"Oh, not that much then. Who is going to the airport to greet him anyway?"

"I sure can't. Look at my workload!"

"I'll go then. Just lend me one of your cars"

Seven stared at Zen with a look if disbelief.

Zen. Driving. One of his precious babies. Did he really think that he was careless enough to let him borrow one of his treasured cars?!

"Nuh-uh. No way! Are you crazy?!"

"Seven, I'm not Jumin. I can drive pretty well"

"And how will you prove it?"

"I'm perfect"

"Zen that's not a valid reason. Not at all," he said annoyingly as he rolled his eyes.

They stared at each other for a solid 10 seconds without blinking even once. Zen suddenly started pleading and managed to pull off a puppy face; a face that Seven could never resist. He sighed as he asked him to follow him to his garage.

The first word that came into Zen's mind was Woah. His garage was full of convertibles which must have cost lots and lots of money. His mind was like putty but it didn't last long as Seven smacked him.

"Choose a car except the red one. If you return with even a scratch on it, I'll kill you"

"Dang, calm down bro. I'll make sure I'll take care of it. I'll choose the leopard printed one"

Seven opened the garage door for him as Zen got in the car and started it. As he was making his way out, Seven prayed seven thousand prayers  in seven languages.

He exhaled as he closed the door.

"This man is truly a child"