Author's note: **SPOILERS AHEAD. PROCEED WITH CAUTION**
So I fell into the sin pit of 707. Sue me. Lololol \(^^);/ Anyways, this is a series of interlaced 707/MC/Unknown drabbles meant to explore the relationship between Seven and MC, Unknown and MC, and a rivalry between brothers. Prepare for angst/fluff/angst sandwiches~!
MC's name in these stories will be "Miyoung Cho" (Cho being her first name). Loosely translated, Cho's name means "eternally beautiful butterfly." In case you were wondering. Get it? M.C.? Miyoung Cho? ^^ Also, I though it would be cute to have her parallel Seven (Saeyoung Choi, Cho Miyoung). Lololol...
I present to you: my MM nonsense.
These Walls Have Ghosts
by Avid Vampire Hunter
Chapter I
Late Night
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Work was killer.
The night was hot and muggy, and he couldn't stand to keep his jacket on any longer. Pulling it off with an exasperated sigh, Seven slung it over his shoulder and listened to the tapping of his shoes on the sidewalk.
Aside from the heat, it was a lovely night. And he was glad to have the exercise. Between spending most of his time in front of a computer alternating between eating Honey Buddha chips and drinking Ph D. Pepper, clicking through websites looking for something with semi-decent mileage, and waiting for...
Thinking of which, he reached into his back pocket. He hadn't checked the chat in a while. Life just got in the way, like always. Logging in, he joined.
There she is...
He paused in his step. Cicadas buzzed around him, his own private bubble of sound.
Rika's—no, her apartment was only a few blocks away. Okay, it was a few miles away, but he wouldn't mind the walk.
He checked his phone every few minutes, but she never said anything. Perhaps she was asleep, or messaging somebody. He frowned. Why did that thought unsettle him like this? It didn't make sense. Hell, he'd never even seen her.
Of course he'd seen photos. Social media, her with school friends, family. There was the cutest picture of her sneezing on her mother's profile. The way her nose scrunched and her eyes watered... it was funny every time. Just the thought of it made him laugh. Perhaps he could tease her about it someday.
Someday... He was standing outside the gate now. That was fast... Rika's flowers were still alive, as far as he could see. The lights were off in the apartment. Maybe she really is asleep, he thought, checking the chat. Her name was still in the header, but no content.
He sighed softly through his nose, turning around and crossing the street. Why did he get his hopes up like that? What was he hoping for? A wooden bench beckoned his wandering pace, and he sat down heavily.
It was a perfect view of the place. Rika had great taste—that was for sure. She probably had great taste too. Given time, she could make this place all her own. He didn't doubt that.
Suddenly, there was a ding in the chat. It startled him—he hadn't realized he'd drifted off, staring into her darkened windows. He lifted the phone to his eyes, the light glinting in his glasses.
Hello, 707~
He smiled.
Hey, Cho~ You're still up?
It was about a minute before she replied. A minute of heat and buzzing cicadas and torture. Yeah. I can't sleep.
He huffed and sent his customized emoji to convey despair. Same here. I'm always up late. And tired. *yawn*
Lolol then maybe you should go to bed~.
She was good. He wanted to tease her so badly, say something like only if you're there with me, but he had to be subtle. It was a public chat, after all. And he wasn't Zen. Yeah, maybe you're right^^.
Of course I am~.
Cho was getting bolder with every passing day. Polite, kind, true to herself... she was a lot like Rika, but so much more... her. There was something about her—it was everything. But just the thought of talking to her excited him. It led to foreign thoughts... images and wishes that he'd never had the time to consider before. What would she think if she knew where he was right this second? Hell, she'd think he was a stalker. A psychopath.
He stroked his thumb over the screen thoughtfully before replying, How are the party plans coming along? ^_^
Very well, thanks for asking. I think everything will go just fine. :)
That's good to hear! I'm glad that you're feeling better about all this. Well, I'm off to bed. Ttyl~!
Goodnight, 707.
Seven let the phone and his arm slump to the side, the light from the screen shrouding his fingers in a glowing orb, leaving his face in the dark. He closed his eyes and relaxed against the bench, craning his head and breathing, "Goodnight, Cho."
How long had it been? It felt like forever. Centuries, even. It was startling—an unimaginable pull. Cho... He thought. Again and again. Yes, it was her. She had to be. Who else could race through his thoughts like that? Corrupt his dreams, hack into his heart?
Oh yes, she was very good. Too good.
"Heh heh," he muttered, covering his eyes with his other arm. He didn't bother with the glasses. He was past the point of caring. "What am I doing?" he asked the darkness, whispering into nothing. "I don't deserve a happy ending... I'm such a fool."
"You're right."
Startled, he jumped from his seat, clutching the phone tightly in his hand, as though he were defending it. He knew that voice. With the flick of his thumb, the flashlight was activated, and he swiveled in the darkness to catch the unseen intruder. "Tch! Where are you, you son of a bitch?!"
"Heh, if that's what I am, then what does that make you...?"
Turning sharply towards the source, Seven flashed the bright beam directly into the face of his brother.
"S...Saeran..." He muttered, staring at his mangled appearance. Mortified by what he saw, Seven backed away a few steps, keeping the light in Saeran's green eyes. The boy narrowed them hatefully, and Seven assumed that, beneath his brother's mask, he was frowning.
"Even when I look like this you still recognize me... Hmph. How familial of you."
"It was you wasn't it?!" Seven raged. "You led her here! You endangered Cho! You—"
Saeran soundlessly lifted a finger over his clothed lips, effectively quieting Seven. "Hush. You don't want her to hear us, do you?"
Seven glared at his brother. The malice dripped from him like poison, so different from the Saeran he remembered. "What do you want?" He growled.
Saeran's eyes pinched at the corners. A hidden smile. He held up his phone—a long line of eerily-glowing code cascaded down the screen. "I want my destiny."
"What...?"
"The Eye sees everything. You know that." Saeran turned the screen towards his face. The codes streamed past his crazed eyes. "It's funny, really. Watching you squirm like this. Of course, I've seen it a hundred times."
Whether it was the night heat, the chorus of cicadas that had suddenly gone quiet, or the fact that he had already been driven to his breaking point, Seven didn't know. All he knew was that he suddenly had a grip on Saeran's shirt, and was looming threateningly over his brother. "What the hell are you talking about?!"
Saeran wouldn't be bothered. He continued to watch the code. "The future, Saeyoung. Your future... and hers."
Cho. Seven shook him violently, jarring Saeran's empty stare into one of contempt. "If you hurt her I swear to God I'll—"
Saeran interrupted him with a curt slap, knocking his brother's hand away. Lowering his phone, he left his face in shadows. "I don't believe in your God."
Seven growled somewhere deep in his throat. What was happening to him?!
"If you want to learn the truth, I suggest you let me do as I please with that girl. You don't know it yet, but she will prove very, very useful."
"You stay the hell away from her."
"That's just like you," Saeran huffed. "So quick to throw yourself into everything with reckless abandon. Well, perhaps it's only fair to warn you... this isn't one of your pranks. There will be consequences this time, brother."
"Stop talking so cryptically," Seven strained, trying to keep his patience in check. Cho was just a few paces away. If she found them, there would be no knowing what she would do. What he would do. "Tell me what you want, Saeran."
"My name is Unknown. And what I want is for you to give up on your foolish chase. It doesn't lead anywhere you want to be."
"How would you know what I want?!"
Saeran smiled in the darkness. "Because I am you. And because I know that, if you really loved her, you would stay away."
Seven blinked, tightening the grip on his phone. "That's..."
"The truth. Trust me, Saeyoung... She will never love you."
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When did he disappear? He didn't know. There was nothing around him now. No heat, no sound, no light. Only darkness.
Only when he had the courage to step away from that place, from the home of all his dreams and desires and empty fantasies, did Seven finally attempt to pick his way back to that place where all of his visions rotted in his mind. To answer his brother's cruel call.
"... I know."