Hi! I wrote this threeshot in one night because the idea basically consumed me to the point where it was all I could think about. Now here it is. I may have projected slightly. Juuust slightly.

Warning: Seven dissociates in both chapters one and two, has a panic attack at the end of chapter one, and there's a mild suicide-mention at the end of chapter three. Enjoy!

Saeyoung was tired. Not just in a physical sense, either. There was a constant rolling storm in his mind which drained all of his energy, leaving him fatigued for days. It was during these times that all the emotions he did his best to hold in came spilling out in uncomfortable and unexpected ways. It took every ounce of effort to collect these feelings and force them down into an infinite abyss, never to be felt again. No one should ever have to know just how hard he worked to maintain the friendly facade that was Luciel Choi, otherwise known as Agent 707.

It was during these times that he himself faded into a willing oblivion. He might have had work to do, but it was nothing urgent. Right now, he could submit to the endlessly expanding universe. Saeyoung Choi was one with the other stars and heavenly bodies spread across the cosmos. He knew that at some point he'd have to follow the tether and return to the earthly plane, but for now, he was content to just drift.

Unfortunately, the world came back into focus much sooner than expected the moment he heard Vanderwood's personalized ringtone blaring at him from his desk. Reaching for his phone while simultaneously trying to put on his glasses may have been a bad idea, but his mind was still too foggy to focus on his terrible inefficiency at the moment. Within a second, 'Saeyoung' melted into the background and Agent Seven snapped into place.

"Hellooo? Why are you calling me so early?"

"Seven, it is Three PM."

"Oh..." Sparing a glance at his phone's screen, he realized he'd been wandering for much longer than he previously thought. "Sorry, you know how it is! When I get so in the zone-!"

"Yeah yeah cut the act. You were probably spacing out again or playing around on that messenger app of yours. I'm just checking in to notify you about your new deadline for tomorrow." Wait, tomorrow?

"H-hold on...I thought I had until the weekend?" Even if he started right now, he'd be hard pressed to complete such an assignment in so little time.

"Yeah well, orders change, so you better get on it." The line disconnected with a 'click' and Seven heard more than felt himself fall back against the covers.

Work time...

After a solid thirteen hours of non-stop work, Seven was cautiously treading the thin line that separated his fun-loving outward persona from his self-depreciating and painfully realist self. He'd been avoiding the RFA messenger all day. His stress levels were through the roof, and he knew that if he logged on now, everyone would know something was wrong. Still, despite his own forced isolation, he longed for interaction. Checking his progress, he realized that he'd finished just over half his work. Maybe it would be okay if he took a teeny tiny break...

Immediately ditching his cluttered workstation, he snatched his phone off the desk and ran to the kitchen to retrieve another bag of chips and a new soda. Popping the tab on his PHD. Pepper while logging into the RFA app, a grin automatically appeared on his face when he noticed Yoosung was online. While taking a generous sip from the can, he excitedly typed out a message with one hand.

707 has joined the chat room.

707: Hey Yoosungie!

Yoosung : Seven! Hi!

Yoosung : and don't call me that!

707: Aww, but my cutie deserves a cute nickname!

707: Doesn't he?

707: Yes he does!

Yoosung : Stop it;;;

Yoosung : If you just came on to mess with me,

Yoosung : then maybe you should just go back to what you were doing before you logged on.

Seven couldn't help the enthusiastic giggle that escaped from his mouth. He loved had so much fun playing with Yoosung. The younger boy always had such emotional responses to his teasing. It was a near endless source of enjoyment for him, and a great stress reliever after a long day.

707: Sorry, sorry!

707: What are you doing up so late?

707: Growing boys need their rest!

Yoosung : I just finished a raid on LOLOL!

Yoosung : My guild managed to beat a super-tough boss!

Yoosung : and they let me keep the best loot because I worked super hard^^

707: Oh

707: That's great!

707: Nothing like doing some good old fashioned

707: Recreational

707: Activity!

Yoosung : Haha

Yoosung : You would know, wouldn't you?

Yoosung : After all, we haven't played together in forever;;

Yoosung : Do you even log in at all anymore?

Yoosung : Your job must be too demanding if you can't even get a little free time.

Yoosung : Maybe you should find a different one

Yoosung's words struck a chord in him. Just when was the last time he'd gotten the chance to play with his boy? Seven searched his brain for a recent date but found himself lost for words. Had it really been that long since he had last spent time playing online with the blond? He was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he didn't even notice Yoosung texting him.

Yoosung : Seven?

Yoosung : Se~ven~

Yoosung : Did you fall asleep?

Yoosung : I mean,

Yoosung : it is pretty late.

Yoosung : But usually you're up longer than this;;

Just why was he doing this for anyways? He worked day and night, starved himself of both food and friendship, forced himself not to build attachments, and for what reason? Of course, he knew why he committed himself to this job. Everything he did was for-

Wordlessly, he shut off his phone and slid down to the kitchen floor, soda can set aside, with his head in his hands.

He hadn't seen Saeran for years. V and Rika had never provided him with any updates beyond the sparse set of photographs he'd been sent sometime after he left. But, he'd looked happy. Happier than he'd ever been with Saeyoung around. Leaving was supposed to be a smart decision that would benefit them both, but now, he was experiencing the dangerous feeling known as remorse. He couldn't- didn't regret sacrificing his life and future for Saeran's own. But was it really necessary for him to keep working for this agency? He hardly felt like he was living up to his full potential in this job, and he spent all his time doing collecting information and data that could possibly be used to help people. His existence was a certifiable disaster.

The more he focused on it, the more of his anxieties came rushing in. Saeyoung could feel his thoughts starting to get pulled into the swirling torrent within the center of his mind. The world was twisting and spinning and suddenly too bright for him to handle.

His breath came in sharp pants as he slammed his hand into the light switch, effectively plunging the room into darkness. The walls were closing in on him. Was that a light or was the agency watching him have a meltdown right now? He didn't know anything about that, but he knew he needed out.

Staggering to his feet, he tripped and stumbled his way through the dark to his computers. Not thinking about anything except the rapidly narrowing tunnel that his conscious was being funneled through, he unlocked all the doors and set his monitors to idle before fumbling with the handles so he could open them and get up to the roof. He should be outside, he had to see the sky, he needed to look at the stars and surrender himself beneath the shining lights of the galaxy.