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Yoosung : Hey Seven!
707: Yoosung!
707: Do you still want those Honey Buddha Chips?
707: The ones I've been eating five times a day?
Yoosung : Of course!
Yoosung : ... No way you'll give them to me.
707: Yes way.
Yoosung : What?
Yoosung : ?!
707: lolololol
707: Yes way.
707: I'll give them to you.
Yoosung : For real? ;;;
Yoosung : This easily?
Yoosung : Are you going to test me or something?
707: lololol
707: U have to get happy
707: While eating Honey Buddha Chips
707: Do u wanna eat happiness, or not?
Yoosung : I want!
707: Okie. Done.
707: ;)
707: Yoosung,
707: come to Seven's house tomorrow.
707: You will be gifted with Honey Buddha Chips
Yoosung : Seriously?
707: Ya
Yoosung : Yay! I don't have to eat the same bag for two weeks now!
Yoosung : I can eat one bag at a time~!
Yoosung : I want them soon haha.
Yoosung : :D
Yoosung : But, uhm...
Yoosung : Your house?
Yoosung : ?
707: Ya.
707: Then see you tmr!
707: Good luck! bb
707: _
707: To catch the hacker!
707: 707 to the rescue!
707: Get out of the way! lol
707: Peace!
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Yoosung : Seven!
Yoosung : You can't just leave!
Yoosung : ... OTL
Yoosung : Seven's place...
Yoosung : What was the address?
Yoosung : And I have to go to school tomorrow...
Yoosung : ... I guess I'll figure that out tomorrow.
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Yoosung : I'm so sleepy
Yoosung : I was dozing off during lecture
Yoosung : and the professor caught me;;
707 has joined the chatroom
707: Heya
707: The commander has entered!
Yoosung : What do you mean by commander?;;
707: U don't know?
Yoosung : I mean i know what it means, but still;;
Yoosung : Oh, I meant to ask you something.
Yoosung : What do you think? Is it because of Elizabeth that Jumin's not going to work?
Yoosung : Or is he trying to rebel against his dad by ditching work?
Yoosung : Or maybe both?
707: ...
707: I thought he was gonna
707: marry Elly
707: at his house?
Yoosung : 0.0
Yoosung : I doubt that's the case
Yoosung : How can you think of that right now?
Yoosung : I doubt that what he's trying to do no matter how much he loves his cat ;;;;
707: God...
707: You think so?
707: Oh
707: I wanna eat shaved ice
Yoosung : ;;
Yoosung : Stop joking;;
Yoosung : iih
707: Dude, typo
Yoosung : prof is 4tihgt infont o eme
707: Prof is right in front of you?
707: just turn it off lololololol
Yoosung : kkkkkkkkkk
707: Just turn it off if you have time to say kkk
707: addict lol
Yoosung : -_-
707: Im gonna go
707: and get back to work now ^^
707: I have to get rid of the bugs while eating my Honey Buddha Chips
Yoosung : Oh right!
Yoosung : You have to give me Honey Buddha chips!
Yoosung : You're really gonna give them to me, right?
707: Ya
707: Come as soon as you finish class
707: Then imma get going
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Yoosung : ... Huh?
Yoosung : But I still don't... know the address...
Yoosung : Where do I go?
Yoosung : ... I'll just call him until he picks up, and ask
Yoosung : !jsiodkd!
Yoosung : Prof saw me!
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Yoosung dropped his backpack heavily onto the chair in his apartment and glanced around quickly, wondering what he should bring with him considering Seven's house was over four hours away. He settled for his phone and headphones, a necessity these days, and checked the messaging app for the few minutes before he left.
He really wasn't feeling well- not sick or anything, but sick in the mind. He'd read those articles about Jumin to wave away boredom during class and couldn't get the disgust over them out of his head. Reporters and press pretended they knew more about the situation that they ever did, and the articles were scraps of truth within a whole lot of confidently portrayed guesses. It was gross, and Yoosung just wanted to take all of the bad media down before more could spread, but he didn't even know if that were possible in the first place. Everywhere he looked online gossiped about Jumin and Sarah, or the Chairman and Glam Choi.
He wrinkled his nose, talking about it with MC in the messenger. She was on her way to see Jumin, and though he was surprised about the course events were taking, he really hoped her presence would put some sense into him. He wished her luck and she returned the favor for his journey to see Seven and he exited the messenger, stretching his neck. He'd already changed and everything, but Seven's house was farther away than he might have wished, so he wanted to prepare himself.
For Honey Buddha, he thought solemnly, and pushed his way out of his door. All for Honey Buddha.
"Are you heading to 707's?" questioned the security guard outside his door, and Yoosung's eyes widened in surprise.
"How did you know?"
"He already informed us," said the man, waving off his question, and Yoosung felt dumb. Of course Seven would have said something. He probably should have mentioned his plans too.
"I'm taking the bus, and Seven's going to keep watch through GPS," he added, wanting to feel like he was contributing somewhat here, but the guard was nodding in a way that said he already knew, and Yoosung felt sheepish. "I'll just... go then. Be back tomorrow."
"Have a safe trip, Mr. Kim."
Yoosung cheered up a bit at the formal title and waved goodbye, before walking out to the street.
The bus ride was long, and the route to Seven's house meant he had to change busses more than once to stay on track. It was more than a little stressful, along with the draining battery on Yoosung's phone, so he eventually had to restrain himself to just music if he hoped to arrive at Seven's with any battery left at all.
He got off the final bus just after eleven, the only person on besides a snoring old man in the backseat who probably should have got off several stops ago. He waved the bus off and called for a car, an unfriendly man who was probably about Zen or Jumin's age, but had none of their charm. Still, he thanked him profusely and tipped as much as he thought was generous, and waved the man off with enthusiasm.
Seven's house... was less a house, more an underground bunker, in the futuristic sense of the word. The security system and layout had been designed largely by Seven himself, and reflected the insanity that was his inner mental state in its existence.
He stood outside and knocked heavily on the door to announce him presence. No answer. He frowned, confused, and tried once more. "Seven?" Once again met with no response, he tried turning the door handle. "SEVEN!"
"Answer the password," said the door, and Yoosung's yell caught in how throat so fast he almost choked.
"... What?" he asked, feeling dumb.
"How do you say 'I want to dance' in Arabic?" asked the door in a cool, feminine voice.
Yoosung gaped, feeling like his eyes were as wide as his slacken jaw. "... I don't know?" He hit the door with more ferocity. "Seven!"
"How do you say 'I want to dance' in Arabic?" repeated the door, and Yoosung scowled.
"Who knows that?" he bemoaned. "SEVEN! LUCIEL! Open the door, it's Yoosung!"
"How do you say-"
"Shut up!"
Annoyed, he opened the messenger again, and was royally pissed off to see Seven had logged on and was chatting with MC.
Yoosung has joined the chatroom
Yoosung : Seven.
Yoosung : Here you are.
MC: Yoosung, where are you?
707: Oh, Yoosung!
707: Wassup!
707: But why are you here? lol
707: I told you to come to my place
Yoosung : :)
Yoosung : You're home, right?
707: Ya.
707: Why arent u coming?
707: You don't like Honey Buddha Chips anymore?
707: ?
MC: Yoosung, is something going on?
Yoosung : Something is going on
707: Omg seriously? lol
707: ?!
707: What?
707: You cant come?
Yoosung : Seven.
707: Ya?
Yoosung : Are you playing music out loud?
707: Nah.
Yoosung : Then are you wearing earplugs?
707: ? Nah.
Yoosung : Is something wrong with your ears?
707: lolololol what's wrong with u?
Yoosung : OTL
Yoosung : You're so mean...
Yoosung : YOU'RE SO MEAN!
707: What?
Yoosung : I'm screaming my lungs out like this!
707: What? Now?
MC: Why are you screaming?
707: Yeah;;;
707: R u stressed out or something?
Yoosung : Yes
Yoosung : I'm stressed out right now.
707: why? lol
Yoosung : Where do you think I am right now?
707: Dunno lol
707: ... Where r u?
Yoosung : IN FRONT OF YOUR HOUSE!
Yoosung : Open the door!
707: Omg.
707: Already? lolololol
Yoosung : -_-
707: Sorry sorry
707: I can't hear anything because of my security system
707: I'll go out
707: so just wait a second
Yoosung : Hurry
Yoosung : My throat hurts
707: MC, i have to go lol
Yoosung : I'll go offline too
MC: lololololol go open the door, Seven~!
707: Ya
707: I'm on my way!
Yoosung : ;;
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Yoosung banged more on the door to voice his displeasure, even with the knowledge that Seven was making his way to let him in.
"Seven! Open the door~!" he called, though his voice was already sore after being used so heavily.
"Alright, wait, wait," came a familiar voice just on the other side of the door, and Yoosung sighed in relief to himself, holding his hoodie closer in on himself to shield from what was quickly becoming a colder night.
The door clicked open and Yoosung blinked heavily under the abuse of the offensive light in his eyes, rather than the dim glow of night. Thankful, he stepped inside, not forgetting to give Seven a once over as the door closed behind him.
He hadn't seen his friend since the last party, a year and a half prior, and he hadn't changed much. It filled him with a sense of relief that the Seven he remembered was not dissimilar from the Seven before him- same jacket, same bulky headphones, same cross necklace, same hair, same tall height, same everything. It was comforting and he was thankful for it, even when Seven caught him staring and responded with a strange look.
"Seven... what the hell did you put in your security system?" Happy to see him or not, he wasn't going to forget his annoyance.
The smile on Seven's face was all too cheery, pleased and light. "I customized it specially. You like it?"
Yoosung snorted, starting to walk down the hall into where he knew the main room was. "I knew it. What kind of security system asks you to say 'I want to dance' in Arabic? Even camels at zoos can't understand their mother language, how the hell would I know that!?"
The smile faltered, but the hacker didn't looked upset, more offended. Or maybe teasing, Yoosung could never read Seven fully. "I've never had a problem until now. Mary Vanderwood got in just fine."
Yoosung gave the redhead a funny look. "She knows Arabic too? I thought she was just a maid?"
"She's my maid," Seven said simply, as though it explained everything- and it sort of did. "Anyways, quit with the depressing talk." The talk hadn't been depressing, but Yoosung bit his tongue. "Just study up on Arabic~"
In the main floor, an open room with computers all over and wires tangled on the floor, Yoosung narrowed his eyes at Seven. "How the hell would I study Arabic?!"
Seven was annoyed, Yoosung thought, and scoffed. "It's easy~. Don't they teach you in middle school?"
Yoosung really, really wished he knew when Seven was joking or not. "... Seven? What kind of middle school did you go to?"
The silence in the air was damn near penetrable, but Seven didn't take long to break it, smiling the way he did so that his eyes closed a little. "Never mind. But are you ready to take the chips?"
Yoosung's demeanor changed almost without his realizing it, becoming eager and giddy. "Oh, of course! Gimme, gimme!" He'd nearly forgotten about the reason for his visit during the excitement (for lack of a better word) of the the security system.
Seven smiled in a way Yoosung could have sworn was fond, but in a way he also knew wasn't completely like Seven, and snatched a bag from what looked like his main work desk. He tossed it and Yoosung nearly fumbled when he tried to catch it, but managed to. His face lit up and he cradled the bag with a surprising gingerness. "Yay! But wait, you said you'd give me boxes."
The smile on Seven's face was more familiar now, cheeky and pleased with himself. "Of course I'll give you boxes! If you just help me with one thing, I'll give you half the Honey Buddha Chips I have."
Yoosung couldn't help his mouth from sliding open with a near-audible sound. A proposal like that would never be made lightly by Seven... the guy loved his chips with the parts of his heart that weren't devoted to his sport's cars and Jumin's cat, and the idea he was giving up even half of them was so absurd Yoosung felt like he may be dreaming. He almost wanted to check Seven's temperature or pull at his hair to check it wasn't some creature disguised as Seven.
"... And you have a whole warehouse of them?" Yoosung have questioned, half reminded, wondering if it may pull Seven back to his senses.
The smile on Seven's face was too wide. "I already wrapped the ones I want to give to you. I'll show it to you later."
Come to think of it, Yoosung did remember him mentioning decorating boxes of chips in the chat... he'd have to check the boxes for booby traps the second he got them.
"Wrapped! Wow, you're prepared!" Yoosung gushed, stunned. "... But, I thought you were busy catching the hacker? You had time to wrap them?"
It was the wrong thing to say- Seven's smile dropped and he turned his gaze to his computer with contempt. "... I can't just work all day."
"Oh... ok," Yoosung said, stumbling over his words in a hurried attempt to placate. "Just tell me what I can do." He smiled, big and wide and white. The smile was still gone from Seven's face, but the situation was less tense.
"First, just eat that and wait. I'll tell you when I get things organized."
Yoosung made a confused face, furrowing his eyebrows. "Okay! Then... can I spend the night here?" It was already pretty late, 11:30 at the earliest, and he felt tired. If Seven needed to prepare stuff, he wasn't going to stay awake much longer no matter how much he tried.
Seven shrugged, seeming more distracted now. "Yeah, just sleep anywhere. Or play LOLOL on the computers I'm not using."
play LOLOL
play
LOLOL
PLAY LOLOL
His brain short circuited, eyes flirting around the room at the various high speed and high powered monitors lining the room, many of which didn't appear to currently be in use. The slightly amused glint in Seven's eye didn't escape his attention, and Yoosung stopped himself forcibly, cheeks rising with pink while he did.
"Okay," he said, gaze noting the largest and centermost monitor with curiosity. "But what's with that monitor? That looks like GPS satellite video?" The aerial view showed a large house with a green, clean looking roof. He wanted a closer look. "Are you watching over something?" he asked, excited. "... It looks like you're spying on someone's house. That's not it though, right?"
In a very uncharacteristic way, Seven turned away from Yoosung, pretty much ignoring him with something almost akin to distaste on his face. It made Yoosung uneasy.
"Don't care about that, and wait. Let me work a little." Seeing Yoosung's slightly hurt and confused look, he appeared to relent a bit. "I have to find all the security devices and CCTV to leave."
Though the explanation was given to pacify and allied some confusion, it did the opposite to Yoosung.
"Security devices? ... CCTV? Leave to where?"
Seven gave Yoosung a slow look. "... There."
"Where's there?"
"The playground..." He said it slow, like Yoosung was a child.
"Playground?" Questioned the younger blonde, leaning forward with innocent curiosity.
"Yeah..." confirmed Seven, and that was the end of the explanation. "But will you keep quiet? I have to focus."
Yoosung's smile, when he gave it, was more strained than normal. "Okay, got it!" He wasn't normally like this, even with Seven, but the guy was getting on his nerves today.
"Thanks," said Seven, turning to his monitor.
"... But," Yoosung began.
"Hey, it hasn't even been three seconds," said Seven, and Yoosung was thankful to hear more amusement than irritation in his tone now.
"Sorry... I'll stay quiet. So just tell me which computer I can use to play LOLOL." Yoosung was examining each computer, not sure of the differences between all of them besides that some had different sized monitors than others.
The hacker shrugged, uncaring. "Just use whatever you see."
"Okay! Wow... Seven, this graphic card's the latest model," Yoosung almost cooed, sitting in front of the biggest computer excitedly. "And that monitor- so cool!"
"Yeah." Seven sounded distracted, already at work. "Have fun playing."
Yoosung glanced back at Seven, a few questions running through his brain, but he forced them back. Instead, he set up the computer and loaded LOLOL, astonished at the speed with which it ran. Hell yeah- jackpot!