A/N: hi everyone! tbvh im sooo nervous about posting this cos i have no idea if im violating copyright laws. ok so first lemme start with I OWN NOTHING! ALL RIGHTS GO TO CHERITZ. I DONT OWN ANYTHING OR ANYONE! 707, yoosung, jumin, jaehee, zen, v, unknown/ray, rika, the plot, everything, everyone, etc, BELONGS TO CHERITZ!

so... yalls pls let me kno if i violate copyrights ok. if so pls contact me T_T and ill take it down right away T_T im so nervous lmao XD cos i srsly just wanna write this ff but idk if ill cause severe damage T_T so imma… stick my neck out there… if i do violate copyrights PLS LET ME KNO ASAP!

ok so wat i did was insert my own OC into the game… so she's got her own crazy backstory… and then basically there are gonna b some similarities to 707's route and V's route… and that's where im nervous bout the copyright thing OTL cos im not quite sure how copyright works? pls contact me if i do something wrong, (or contact me rn after reading that part XD) i'll either take this story down or fix the story completely somehow! thank u so much in advance! :"D

uhm not sure if this story is ok and will b allowed to live , so imma just say this just in case: since this ff got mixes of real plot of MM 707's route and some of V's route and a combo of my own creation LEMME SAY THAT this ff is OBVIOUSLY. FULL. OF. SPOILERS. lemme make that bigger and i'll repeat myself: THIS FF IS FULL OF SPOILERSSS!

so unless ur alrdy finished with sevens/v's route, dont read! ESPECIALLY SEVEN'S ROUTE. cos i dont want to ruin it for u D: unless ur not plannin on doing their routes? O_O ultimately its ur choice but.. u have been warned XD def go play the game! cheritz did an amazing job srsly 3 XD i love em for bringing so much love into my life!

thx for reading! XD

wao this a/n took up most of my word doc page… O_O im solly T_T first and last long a/n i swear T_T im just… rlly nervous posting this…. cos i rlly wanna write this! i have no intention of causing problems or claiming anything for my own. so again, any concerns bout copyright, pls msg me asap! This is my first ff ever!

tysm in advance :D i am in ur guises care! XD

Chapter One

Agent 707 let out a loud sigh and leaned back in his swivel chair.

He had just completed his recent mission a day and a half ago. It had been gruelling work, but he had gone through worse. Now, 707 was on a small break - only until he received his next mission, of course.

707 gazed uninterestedly at the computer screen before him. He had just finished looking up sports cars online but none seemed to really catch his eye. Right now, he didn't really feel like doing anything else. He had other things to think about after all…

Running a hand through his curly red hair, 707 eyed the contents on his desk. Dr. Pepper cans and empty Honey Buddha Chips bags were littered everywhere around his keyboard and computers. He could barely see the surface of his desk.

Casting his attention elsewhere, 707 stared up at the white ceiling, allowing his eyes to drift towards the ceiling window. A beautiful blue, cloudless sky stared back at him. It was a bright and sunny morning - very unlike his current mood.

707 had a lot on his mind. What would his next mission be like? What would he have to do? Who else would he expose? How many innocent people would be affected if he did this job? Not to mention, someone really close to him had just committed suicide six months ago under unknown circumstances… his mind was all over the place.

Suddenly, as if right on cue, his boss's deep voice filled his ears - they were the words he often repeated to 707: "Agents have no need for a heart."

707 groaned.

"Enjoying your short break, Agent 707?" asked a familiar voice behind him.

"Was it that obvious, Madam?" 707 asked as he swiveled his chair around to see his - well, partner of sorts - walk up the small stairs towards him.

The man standing before him wore all black, save for the purple undershirt, the cheetah print inside his jacket, and the two brown bag belts hanging around his waist and strapped around his left thigh. The man also had shaggy light brown hair that tapered off into longer hairs at the base of his neck and eyes that matched his hair color. He also wore a menacing scowl on his face.

"It's Vanderwood!" the man snapped. "Stop calling me that! You screw me over all the time but at least get the code name right!"

707's eyebrows knitted in thought. "When have I ever screwed you over?"

Vanderwood glared. "You make me clean your house like I'm your maid."

"But that's because you're a kind person." 707 batted his eyelashes.

"Don't do that," Vanderwood said. "You just negated the compliment when you did that. Anyways, ever since I met you, I've had to carry this -" he pulled out a thick arabic dictionary from thin air- "around whenever I come. It's become a huge part of my life now! I even carry this thing around when I'm not coming to see you because of habit -"

When Vanderwood saw 707's expression, his eyes almost shot out laser beams. "Why do you look so proud?" Vanderwood asked the red-haired agent. "I won't do you any more favors! Or do you want to get tased? That's it, isn't it? You want to get tased!"

Laughing, 707 held up both hands in mercy. "Sorry sorry, Ma'a - uh, I mean, Agent Vanderwood. I won't screw you over ever again -"

"- But you almost did, didn't you -"

"- I can't function without you being here to take care of and support me. I promise I'll appreciate you more and treat you better from here on out so-"

"- Why are you making it sound like we're a married couple arguing? I'll tase you! I seriously will- !"

"- so please- " 707 took a deep breath, cupped both hands around his mouth, and half-shouted: "- keep being my maid!"

In a flash, Vanderwood had pulled out his taser from nowhere just as he had whipped out the arabic dictionary earlier. 707 almost doubled over from laughter.

"Okay, seriously," 707 said amidst small laughter ("I've been serious from the start!" he heard Vanderwood grumble), "What are you here for? Not for pleasant conversation like this, right?"

"What part of this conversation is pleasant?" Vanderwood asked. The taser had disappeared now, only to be replaced with a manila folder. "But you're right. I'm not here to talk."

707 could almost sigh again. "Another job?" he asked.

"Yes," Vanderwood replied, waving the folder in the air. "But before I give you the details, will you accept it?"

707 braced himself. He was almost wincing at the thought of this next job and what he'd have to do next...

"Yes, I accept." 707 sounded like an automaton. He had no other choice. He had become an agent for a reason… he had to carry it out until the end.

"Alright." Vanderwood handed the folder to him. "This looks like it'll be a tough one."

"Awesome," 707 said, his voice void of any emotion. "I love all-nighters."

He took the folder out from Vanderwood's hands and flipped it open to reveal -

A single photo of a man - his face and head was blocked by a sticky note - holding a little girl in his arms. The little girl was laughing in pure joy at the camera. 707's heart warmed a little at the sight. How innocent.

"So, um," 707 said. "Can I guess? This sticky note guy is the dad? He wants to find his kid?"

"You think a job like that would be given to an agency like ours?" Vanderwood asked in disbelief. "What are the police for?"

"You're right." 707 scrutinized the photo closely. The photo had been taken from mid-chest and up. The man in the photo had his entire face blocked (he was tempted to move the sticky note but he figured it was there for a reason) but 707 could obviously see that the man had on a white short sleeved t-shirt. In his arms (wow, 707 thought, this guy has quite the muscle), was a cute little girl who looked just like him. Her chocolate brown hair was parted into two small pigtails on either sides of her head with two small yellow bows. The little girl's yellow eyes were bright and dancing, and her mouth was open in mid-laugh.

A happy family photo.

"So?" 707 asked, dreading the answer. He didn't let it show though. "What did our client want with this family?"

"Our client is bad news," Vanderwood said. He was leaning against the glass to 707's right with his arms crossed across his chest. "Our boss said so himself. We need to take this job a lot more seriously than the others."

"Okie-doke." 707 nodded. That wasn't unheard of. "I'm always serious- "

Vanderwood scoffed.

"- so what are the details?"

"Our client is looking for the girl," Vanderwood said. "The client's not her dad either. You can remove the sticky note now. You'll recognize that guy."

"I'll recognize him…?" 707 asked as he gently ripped off the sticky note. His eyes widened.

The man in the photo had the same physical features as the little girl. He had short-cropped brown hair and the same bright yellow eyes as his daughter. He, too, was in mid-laugh. Just below his left eye was a beauty mark.

Indeed, 707 knew this man. He was famous and was often on TV when 707 was younger… and, from what he'd heard from other agents and his boss, 707 knew this man was also responsible for keeping the agency on their toes back then. This guy was a legend.

"Isn't he the popular Detective Min?" 707 asked, still shocked. "The one who's solved all those murder cases. He was killed during one of his investigations years ago, right? Why's he showing up here?" He stared at the little girl who looked just like him. "She's got to be his daughter. But how? Min didn't have a wife, did he? Unless -"

"Yep," Vanderwood said. He straightened up from his leaning position and walked towards 707. "You already know. Information about his family wasn't released to the public."

That's right. 707's hands clenched into tight fists on his arm rests. A popular detective… someone as successful as Detective Min would have just as much enemies as he would fans. Of course he'd keep his family a secret.

Something clicked in 707's head. "So," he said, tentatively, as he looked up at Vanderwood, "the client is someone who's holding a grudge against Detective Min. That person… is after his daughter?"

"Knew you'd understand," Vanderwood confirmed.

707's stomach churned. He glanced back at the photo of the smiling, deceased detective and his cute daughter.

"She's still alive?" 707 whispered.

"Of course," Vanderwood answered. "She's probably the same age as you, if not… maybe a year or two younger? He died around ten years ago… and the client said she was only about nine or ten years old at the time… anyways, right now, the client can't seem to find her. You'll most likely have a hard time as well."

707 dearly hoped so. He didn't want to find her.

"What are they going to do to her once she's… found?" 707 asked, knowing all too well the answer. However, he still had hope.

"It's none of our business," Vanderwood replied easily. He leaned over and grabbed the manila folder out of 707's hands, flipping it closed. "I told you didn't I? This client is bad news. What do you think people like that will do?"

707 couldn't reply. He swiveled his chair forward, facing his computer.

Beside him, Vanderwood's tone softened a little. "What are you thinking about this time?"

707 didn't respond or turn to look at him. He felt terrible. This little girl… was someone his age or younger? He didn't have the photo in front of him but the little girl's bright smile was still engraved in his mind.

"Thinking too much into your emotions isn't good for agents you know," Vanderwood said. "It'll just hurt you more."

"I don't want to take on this job anymore," 707 spoke up. He had been an agent for years now, but there was no way he'd ever get used to it. His hands felt clammy and his head was starting to hurt.

"Figured," Vanderwood said, throwing the manila folder in the table in front of him. Several Dr. Pepper cans flew off from the impact, scattering onto the floor with loud, tinny clatters. The photo fluttered out of place, just enough for the little girl in the photo to pop out from behind the edge of the folder.

"Too bad, Zero Seven," Vanderwood said. "The boss specifically asked you to do this job. You really didn't have a choice from the start."

"Me?" 707 was appalled. "He requested me specifically." That was a statement, not a question.

"Yeah," Vanderwood said. "I said it before didn't I? Our client can't find her. They've got a wide network of intel and know a lot of important people, but despite that, they still can't find her. The boss is leaving this mission to you, since you're one of the best."

707 closed his eyes.

"I can probably guess what you're thinking," Vanderwood said. 707 didn't open his eyes to look at him. "But you have to complete this mission. If you don't… you and I know too much. Even this much is too much. If we fail to get results… we're in danger."

707 said nothing. He already knew that. And he knew-

"Do this to stay alive. Your friends in that donation association - uh, the RFA, was it? - will be concerned if you suddenly disappear."

Again, 707 said nothing.

Vanderwood sighed. "You came to this agency for a reason, didn't you? Keep in mind that reason and find the strength to continue."

No response.

"Oi," Vanderwood said, slightly irritated, "Respond to me, Zero Seven. Or I'll -"

"Or you'll do what?" 707 said, turning to Vanderwood and forcing a smile. "You'll do my laundry for me?"

"Hey, what happened to not screwing me over?" Vanderwood said indignantly. "I'm your senior, you know! Where's my respect?"

707 laughed a little - his heart wasn't into it though. "Messing with you is so much fun," he said, in a small voice.

Vanderwood sighed. "I heard that. Well, anyways, you won't be alone in this, Zero Seven."

707 heard footsteps behind him. 707 turned his head to look over his shoulder, and watched Vanderwood walk down the stairs.

"I'm in danger too, you know," Vanderwood called out, waving a hand without looking back. "I was assigned to you. We've got to do this job right so we can keep living."

707 turned back to face his computer screen.

"I'll see myself out." He heard Vanderwood call out in the living room. "Just remember, Agent Seven. I want to live. And I know, for your own reasons, you do too. You need to, right?"

Vanderwood was right.

"I'll be back," Vanderwood said. 707 heard the front door open. "Just keep those things in mind, and you'll be fine. You just need to find her."

And off he went.

707's eyes drifted back towards the photo on the table. The little girl smile really was bright… Could he really do this? To a girl his age or younger? Could he condemn the daughter of a hero to a terrible fate?

He couldn't do this. He didn't want to do this anymore. But what choice did he have…?

A flashback of his other half's smile appeared in his mind's sight.

Reaching out for a new, full can of Dr. Pepper, 707 popped it open and chugged.

He'd have to start by scanning this photo, and aging the little girl's face by several years so he'd have a clearer picture of who to look for.

Agent 707 took out the photo and looked at the little girl and Detective Min once more. They looked so happy.

I'm sorry, Detective Min, he thought. What I'm about to do to your daughter… if there were any other way… If only I had more options… I'm sorry.

A/N: how did that go? :D I tried to stay as in-character as I could. :P lol thx for readingg! XD