Alright, just a little note, but this MC is modeled after the MC I headcanon as my own, so her personality may be slightly different from what the community sees as normal. I also merged some of the story lines together for this one, so slight spoilers for 707's route. I hope you enjoy this nonetheless!
Today was shit; a deal with a potential client fell through, you forgot your umbrella the one day it rained, and once again, your father had to cancel the dinner plans you'd had for months. All you wanted was to get a drink and relax. As you walked down the empty street to your boyfriend's apartment, you still didn't feel right calling it yours, you decided to open up the messenger and ask if anyone wanted to join you at your favorite bar.
MC has entered the chatroom.
Yoosung : Oh, hey MC! You haven't been on all day, how are you?
MC: Hello Yoosung. Yeah, I was a little busy today… I'm fine.
Yoosung : That's good to hear! Did you eat yet?
Jaehee Kang has entered the chatroom.
MC: No… not yet. I was actually about to head out and was wondering if anyone wanted to join me?
Jaehee Kang: MC I hope you mean you're going out to get some dinner; you can't skip your meals. All the same, I wish I could, but I'm swamped with work tonight.
Yoosung : Me too, my guild mates and I are doing a special event in LOLOL tonight. You're not?
MC: Ah, yeah it slipped my mind, maybe later. Well, thanks anyways guys.
Yoosung : Sorry MC! I've gotta go, we're starting soon.
MC: Good luck.
Yoosung has left the chatroom.
Jaehee Kang: I apologize as well; we will have to plan something for later. Say hello to Zen for me when you get home, I must return to work.
MC: Will do Jaehee, don't overwork yourself.
Jaehee Kang has left the chatroom.
MC has left the chatroom.
"Well, that was a bust. Maybe Hyun will be free and we can make it a date night, that would be nice." Just as you log out of the chat room you reach the door and readjust your laptop bag to shuffle around for your keys.
You walk into the apartment quietly so as not to bother Zen if he happened to be rehearsing his lines and silently make your way towards the bedroom to check on him. You heard gruff noises become louder and louder as you approached, but halted once you heard something more feminine in the background. Your blood began to run cold, in the back of your mind you knew what those noises were, and you knew that he wasn't alone, but you still tried so hard to think of something, anything else it could be. You tentatively reached for the door, and with shaking hands, opened it just a crack.
Your whole world was turned upside down. You only looked for a fraction of a second but you knew what you saw. Mind a blank, you quietly shut the door and grabbed what few things of yours were laying around the living room, stuffing them into your bag as quickly as you could. You found a pad of sticky notes and wrote two simple notes. I hope you enjoyed fucking my boyfriend, and Goodbye Hyun.
You didn't look back, you were never coming back. You would have ran if you weren't being weighed down by your belongings, you couldn't help but thank yourself for never caring much for material things. Fingers and legs moved swiftly as your mind tried to comprehend what just happened, before you knew it, you were on a familiar street, near your favorite bar, and you already had your phone at your ear, listening to the soft rings.
"Hellooooo MC! What can the Defender of Justice do for you?" You felt some relief hearing the chipper voice on the other end of the line.
"Seven, come to the bar. Please." Your voice was far shakier than you intended it to be.
"Uh, what's wrong MC?"
"Don't ask," you choked on the bile rising in your throat, "just please. Everyone is busy and I don't think it's safe for me to be alone right now."
"Are you-" you cut the line before he could finish, walking inside and taking the nearest seat at the bar.
Seven had no clue what just happened as he blinked once, twice, three times at his phone. "Not safe to be alone? What's going on?"
He shook his head before swiftly tracking your phone's IP to figure out which bar you were at. This wasn't the time to be pointlessly questioning what was happening when you needed him, you'd tell him when you were ready, whether he wanted to know or not, that was just the kind of person you were.
It hardly took him any time to figure out your location, and he mentally slapped himself for not figuring it out on his own, it was one of the only places you ever went to that wasn't work related, and where you always ended up at the end of particularly bad days. He grabbed the closest set of keys he could find and made his way to the garage, yelling out, "Saeran! I'm going to meet with MC, I'll be back later!"
He faintly heard, "You're whipped, idiot brother." as he was closing the garage door.
"Two more shots of fireball, please." The bartender nodded to you and you turned your back to the bar to scan the crowd. You weren't nearly drunk enough for this, you were still thinking clearly, still so monumentally upset and just angry at everything, the sight of people enjoying themselves actually made you a little nauseous. You decided it was best to turn back and down your fourth shot of the night, more accurately, your fourth shot in 20 minutes, but you couldn't be bothered to care. The cinnamon whiskey burned your throat and you could feel a tear prickle at the corner of your eye. You were unsure whether it was from the whiskey or your emotions trying to creep up on you, so you combatted it by quickly shooting down the next shot and taking a deep breath.
The bartender eyed you warily, you weren't necessarily a regular, but he knew you well enough, and he knew this wasn't just a normal drink-to-forget-night. "Got something on your mind miss?"
You blinked up at him and plastered on the most sincere smile you could manage, though anyone could see right through it, "Yah, but it's nothin' I can't handle. It alright if I leave my bag here while I smoke?"
He nodded and smiled, "No problem, no one will touch it while you're gone."
You shuffled through your bag to find your emergency pack as you stood from your seat, finally beginning to feel tipsy. You took another deep breath and made your way out to the smoking area, it was drizzling again, nothing like earlier in the day though. You lit up and scanned the area around you, everything was so peaceful, the stars you could see were twinkling brightly, the street was calm as one of the lamps down the road flickered, and you could see a couple walking in the distance, attempting to share an umbrella. It all made you so angry, why was the world allowed to be so serene when everything you knew was so violently flipped upside down? How was this fair?!
"Why does it always fucking have to be me?!" You half shouted as you punched the wall next to you. You sat in silence for a moment, watching the slow burn of your cigarette in your other hand as you waited for the world to answer you.
But it didn't. Instead, you found a hand reaching out towards your fist, still connected with the wall. "Why does what always have to be you?" Your head turned slowly until you met familiar golden eyes, "What did the wall ever do to you?"
You snorted at his attempt at humor, "The wall just… looked too happy was all…"
Now it was his turn to snort, "I guess you're right. But you didn't answer my first question, MC."
As his eyes dug into you, you could see the concern hidden in them, and you wanted to tell him, but you just, couldn't. Not yet. "You're right. I didn't." you sighed as you put out your cigarette and made your way back inside with him in tow, "Just… just let me get my things… I need somewhere to crash tonight first, and I'd… really rather not talk around so many people…"
You could see his eyes soften when you got back to the bar, "God Seven always has a place for his partner in crime."
You let a small smile escape your lips as you turned once more to the bartender, pulling out your cash, "Two more shots please, and I'll be paying my tab."
The man stopped for a second, eyeing you and your companion, you could see the hesitation in his eyes at your request. "He's a friend, I've got a ride, and I won't be going anywhere alone."
"Alright miss, I'll get that right out for you."
"Why two?"
You were a little confused at Seven's question, but waited to answer him until after downing the first of the two shots that had been placed in front of you. "Because," you hastily picked up the second, the burn from the first still stuck in your throat, and took a deep breath, "Seven's supposed to be a lucky number right? I need all the damn luck I can get... Cheers."
You shook your head and grabbed your things, slinging your laptop bag over your shoulder, stumbling a little at the additional weight. "Can we go before I punch something else?"
He blinked and smiled, "Yeah, sorry, let's go before you take it out on something less stable than a wall."
The ride to Seven's place was sufficiently awkward. The poor boy didn't exactly know what to do in situations like this, and he didn't want to pry. The best he could think to do was lend you his headphones. You hugged the headphones before putting them on and quickly blocked out the world.
Now there was silence, well relatively at least. No one spoke, the rain had only picked up, Seven fidgeted and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, occasionally looking over at you when a particularly loud part of the current song you were listening to had begun, and you just sat there staring off at nothing.
He sighed, he knew how much you must have been hurting to be so silent, you were never this silent. It gave him chills imagining what could have happened, and he found himself wishing he could hack into your brain. It had to be bad to break you like this.
You didn't speak again until you had your things settled next to the couch at Seven's place. He kept insisting that you could take his room, even Saeran offered to let you have his if it would make you more comfortable, but you simply stared ahead and sat down firmly on the couch, unwilling to move. You carefully removed the headphones from your ears once they gave up, Saeran settling across the room, not wanting to intrude but also interested in hearing what happened, and Seven plopping down right next to you on the couch, facing you.
"Tell me something first," you looked down and closed your eyes, fighting off the sting that was forming behind them, "how much pain is a person expected to endure before they're finally allowed to be happy?"
You waited in silence, you knew better than most that neither of these boys could answer that question. You spoke up again, "Why is it fair?" Your eyes were beginning to feel wet and you couldn't stop your voice from cracking, "Why is it fair that once we finally think we've found happiness, it gets ripped right out from under us?! Why do bad things keep happening to the people that try their hardest to be positive?! Why can't I just fucking be happy for once?!"
Tears were freely rolling down your face now, and you felt Seven's warm hands turning you to face him as you opened your eyes. "It's not fair, but MC, you don't have to hurt alone, I promise you don't. Remember, you can always yell 'Defender of Justice Seven Zero Seven, help me!', there's a 99.9% chance I'll be there."
You couldn't help but choke out a pained chuckle at that, "I know…" leaning your face on his shoulder, he tensed slightly, but quickly relaxed, "You're one of the only people I know that would never stab me in the back."
The room once again sat in a small silence, with him somewhat awkwardly patting your back as you mentally prepared yourself to tell him the heart of the problem, attempting to regulate your breathing once more, but catching your breath hitching.
"Saeyoung," you lifted your head and looked into his confused eyes, you hardly ever used his real name, "promise me right now that you will not use your hacking for evil."
Now he looked even more confused, "MC, what does that have to do with-"
"I said promise me Saeyoung!" you nearly screamed at him, tears still rolling down your cheeks. You refused to let him ruin another person's life just because you weren't enough for them.
He simply stared at you for a moment, you could see in his eyes that he was trying to understand why you would ask him something like this. "… Okay MC, I promise."
Your head was spinning now and you swayed just a little in your spot, all this crying and screaming was not good for you when you were this drunk, but you knew you wouldn't have had the courage to say anything without it. "Hyun… ZEN… he…" your voice was growing weaker by the second now, and the most you could usher out was a fragile, broken cry, "I saw him screwing another girl today."
The floodgates broke open, you couldn't stop the heart wrenching sobs that wracked through your chest as you folded over yourself, you couldn't be strong anymore. "I'm not… I'm not good enough! I don't deserve… to be happy!" It was all you could manage to get out anymore, and you were like a broken record on repeat.
The room was tense as the two boys stared at you in shock, neither of them really knowing what to do. Comforting someone who was crying was one thing, but this all out sobbing was something else entirely, and it made their chests ache for you. Seven looked to his brother, who had suddenly shot up and was beginning to make his way to his room, when he heard him say, "Don't just sit there, help her you idiot."
You were out of it, completely oblivious to anything around you at this point, your sobs seemed to shake your whole body, you could practically hear the blood rushing and pulsing through your veins, and you had begun hyperventilating. You didn't notice that you had been moved until you felt the fabric of a shirt beneath your fingertips, quickly grasping handfuls of it as if your life depended on it. You felt yourself being slowly rocked in someone's lap and you started to hear them whispering in your ear, "You are good enough, you're too good for this world and you deserve all the happiness it can give you."
You stayed like that for a long time, and even after you had stopped hyperventilating and your sobs had devolved into hiccups, neither of you made a move to leave. "Seven… why does this keep happening to me?"
He held you closer, placing a hand gently on the back of your head, "I don't know MC, but I promise I'm not going to let it happen again. Not as long as I'm alive."
You hiccupped into his chest and nodded, "Okay…"
The room was quiet and somewhat peaceful until you started hearing your phone buzzing nonstop in your bag. You instinctually went to reach for it but halted when you realized it was the messenger. You didn't want to know if it was him, you didn't want to talk to him right now, or anytime soon for that matter. Seven caught your hesitation and grabbed your phone for you, putting it on silent and placing it next to him before checking his own phone, looking to you for confirmation that it was okay. You simply nodded and couldn't help but look as he signed into the messenger.
3 missed calls. 9 new text messages. 2 new chats have been opened.
He quickly scrolled through your chat from earlier, scoffing when he read the part about you saying hello to Zen when you got home. He then opened up the newest chatroom.
707 has entered the chatroom.
ZEN: Seven! I need you to track down MC for me, she hasn't been answering her phone for the past 2 hours!
707: No.
ZEN: What?! Why?! Something could have happened to her!
707: Something already did. You should know about that.
ZEN: I have no idea what you're talking about..!
707: Cut the crap. Leave her alone for now.
ZEN: You don't even know anything! She's my girlfriend, not yours.
MC has entered the chatroom.
ZEN: MC! Where are you?! Come home princess, please!
MC: Not anymore. I have already said all I needed to you.
MC has left the chatroom.
ZEN: What? Come back!
707: I told you, just leave her alone. She's fine.
707 has left the chatroom.
You had chucked your phone across the room and he held you close as he quickly scrolled through his calls and texts to get rid of the notifications, though one text caught your eye and you took his phone before he could close out of the app. He gazed at you, not sure if he should take it back or not and you simply held a finger up to him as you opened Zen's profile.
You actually let out a short chuckle, although it sounded a little broken, and handed him back his phone. His background and picture had been changed to collages of cats and some of his worst photos, and his status now read as I'm Hyun Ryu and I'm the biggest moron on the planet.
"I thought I made you promise not to use your hacking for evil, Saeyoung."
He threw his hands up in defense, "I promise I didn't! How would I have even been able to, I've been here the whole time? Wait… Saeran you didn't!?" He had raised his voice at the end and recognition hit you as you heard the quiet steps coming from Saeran's room.
The younger twin entered the room with a small smirk, "She didn't make me promise anything, brother."
You spoke up as Seven was about to retaliate, looking to Saeran with pleading eyes, "Please tell me that's all you did…"
He rolled his eyes and avoided yours, "Well I couldn't just do nothing, but I also don't want you to kill me. So yeah, that was all I did." You heard him mumbling at the end and barely caught him saying that he didn't want to see you suffer anymore when you did so much for him and his brother.
You wanted to get up and hug him, but you knew he was still uncomfortable with physical contact, and that neither you nor Seven were going to let go anytime soon, so you simply gave him the most sincere smile you could. "Thank you, Saeran. I don't agree with it, but I appreciate it."
He waved you off as he made his way back to his room, "You're welcome I guess."
You turned your attention back to Seven now, "I'm really sorry for dumping my problems on you…"
He tilted your chin up and looked you dead in the eyes, "Stop that. You have nothing to apologize for. What kind of god would I be if I let you deal with this alone?"
You giggled and let a tear fall down your cheek, "A really shitty one… Thank you, Seven." You let your head fall onto his chest once again, not moving the rest of the night as you fell asleep on him.
Seven awoke very confused, to say the least. You were still very much cuddled up on his chest and lap, he remembered you falling asleep, but he didn't remember when he did. He decided it was best not to worry about it and instead looked down to see if he had woken you up. You were thoroughly knocked out, though he did notice that you had fresh tears on your cheeks as he did his best to gently wipe them away without startling you.
He spent a good 15 minutes maneuvering you off of him and back onto the couch, stopping every time you made any type of movement, but you didn't wake up. He rubbed his eyes as he made his way to the kitchen, his brain plagued with thoughts of the previous night. He really wished he could have made all this disappear, he loved you, but all he wanted was for you to be happy. "Ugh! What can I even do?"
"Well for one thing you can let her stay here and get her things from that asshole's house, idiot." Seven was a little startled when he found his brother already up and seemingly making breakfast.
"Already planning on that. It looks like she only has one of her laptops with her; don't think she really had time to grab anything else. I don't know what else to do though… and are you making breakfast?" He took a seat at the table and put his head in his hands.
"Obviously." There was a pause as the brothers were lost in their own thoughts.
"Hey… Thanks. I don't think I would have been able to stop at just fucking with his profile. I honestly want to punch him for doing that to MC."
Saeran turned off the stove and finished serving whatever food he had made, three full plates worth. "Maybe you should. Better yet, let her. If you ask me, he deserves worse."
"I'm not sure he'd be recognizable if she did… and she probably doesn't want anything to happen to him. Stubborn woman."
The younger twin simply nodded as he looked at his brother before leaving the kitchen with his own plate of food, "Yeah. Well you should wake her up before the food gets wasted."
Seven removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes once more before heading back over to the couch to wake you. "MC! Wake up, the grumpy one made food!"
He tried to convince you not to come with him, and as much as you didn't ever want to go back, you didn't necessarily trust him not to start a scene… and you had a key. You decided to knock first, just in case he was home, but after a few moments, you unlocked the door and let the two of you in. The house was empty and you let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding.
"So what are we getting?" Seven looked to you, his hands in his pockets and looking more than a little uncomfortable.
"All I have left are the rest of my clothes and my gaming laptops." You answered as you made your way to the bedroom, though you stopped abruptly in front of the door, causing Seven to bump into you.
"You okay?"
You looked back at your friend and tried to smile, "Yah… just peachy." Turning back to the door, you reached for the knob and turned it slowly, your heartrate and breath were slowed so much you felt yourself going lightheaded until the door was wide open and you saw no one inside. You took a second to breathe before walking in and speaking again, "Grab my laptops over on the desk while I search for my backpack, would you?"
"God Seven's on the case, I'll save your technology!" He did a dopey little salute as he walked over to collect your things and you couldn't help but giggle.
It took little more than ten minutes for the two of you to pack up what was left of your things, both of you cracking terrible jokes all the while to ease the tension. You were just about to leave when you heard the front door open.
Panic set in and for some reason you couldn't figure out how feet worked anymore as you looked to Seven for help. You were floored, and as steps drew nearer, you began to hyperventilate. Seven was beside you and attempting to grab your hand to calm you down and lead you out when you saw him in the bedroom doorway, blocking your only exit.
Zen looked worn down and tired, probably nursing a hangover if you had to guess. His face brightened when he saw you, "Princess!" he grabbed your arm and tried to pull you towards him, "You're back home! Can we please talk?"
You attempted to yank your arm away, but his grip was getting tighter, more desperate, "There's nothing to talk about Zen. I just came to get the rest of my things… I'm sorry; you can have your key back."
"What? I don't want it back, I only want you back! Please, princess."
His grip was so tight now that you could feel small bruises forming, "Zen, please, let go. It hurts!"
He had a pained look in his eyes as Seven ripped his hand off your arm and pushed Zen just enough to start leading you towards the exit. You could almost hear something snap in him as Seven was grabbed by the shoulders and yanked away from you. He was almost growling now, "Why don't you just stay out of this Seven? This is none of your business!"
Seven quickly grew cold; his eyes alone looked like they could kill as he stared Zen down. "This is my business, Zen. You made it my business when you hurt MC. She doesn't want to be here, and I suggest you let us leave. Now."
Zen was fuming, "Who do you think you are? I love her! All I want to do is talk and you're not even letting her do that? What do you know about what she wants anyway?!"
Crack! You hardly blinked and Seven's fist was firmly connected to Zen's face, the former speaking in a tone that wasn't quite yelling, but sent chills down your spine nonetheless, "You're not the only one who loves her! But apparently all that time you spent loving her was only wasted on yourself!"
Zen wiped the blood from his lip and glared, "You think you'd be better for her? Is that what this is?"
Before Seven could reply you hastily grabbed his hand and put yourself in front of him, "Zen just stop! This isn't about who's better! You destroyed whatever trust I had with you. We're done here, and I'm leaving." You don't know where this confidence came from, but as you pulled Seven back to his car and left your key behind, you felt a little more whole.
Neither one of you spoke again until you were back at Seven's place. The air was still tense around him, and you weren't exactly sure what to say, but you dropped your things and hugged him. He didn't immediately return the hug, instead tensing up in your arms as you hugged him tighter. "Thank you Seven, for being there… For always being there."
He still wasn't hugging you back, but he did relax a little, "Don't thank me MC. I'm sorry for making things harder for you… If you want to stay with Jaehee or someone else-"
You shushed him, "No. I'm going to stay. You've always been there for me, and I'm going to be here. I just need time okay?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Now hug me back you idiot."
"Yes ma'am." You both snorted as he finally returned your hug.