A/N: I'm not positive on how fast or slow the pacing for this story will be. However I do know that because I've already essentially rehashed the MM story in my Trade Mistakes story, I'm not super interested in doing it again. Instead this story will be focusing a bit more on the "You have entered a game" part of the story, as well as the effects of that.
That being said, here's at least an update. I'll probably have another one too later on today.
Thank you everyone for the feedback and how many seem interested in this story! I love especially the long reviews I get, but all feedback is wonderful. So don't ever be embarrassed about even just saying "I love it!"
It had been long enough now for you to realize that you were definitely not imagining everything. It had been nearly four days (it was evening at the moment) since you had "arrived" wherever you were at, and you had to say . . . you could've arrived in a worse game. Like if you had to choose a game to randomly spawn into and begin a new life at (was this really beginning a new life? You had kind of just been swept along with the plot, if you were being totally honest), this game would fall just below "Pokémon" and "Animal Crossing". MAYBE "Rune Factory" as well. Definitely in your top five.
To be honest, you hadn't done very much. The first day you had lived in Rika's apartment, you freaked out over what was happening to you. You could go outside and explore the world to your liking just as if it was the real world. You apparently had money on the card that was in your purse (because you apparently had a purse with your credentials in the game), so you weren't too worried about paying for things. You could communicate with everyone as if you were speaking Korean, but you heard everyone talking to you as if they were speaking your language instead. You weren't about to point this out to anyone. Clearly to them you must have been speaking Korean back. Thank God for game mechanics and auto-translations.
You knew that you had a new job to do as new party coordinator of the RFA, but did you have a different job in this world? You didn't know. If you did, you were definitely going to get fired. You had nothing in your purse that would tell you of your life here in the game. Everything looked like your stuff too (your wallet and your purse and your ID, although it was changed so that it was a Korean ID apparently), however there were a lot of things that weren't yours. You had to go shopping for clothing because you had nothing but the clothes you had been transported to the game in. You also had needed to go shopping. You had been filled with anxiety the entire time worrying that your card would be declined and you would be thoroughly screwed. But it was never declined, and you got the stuff that you had needed to get. Your phone, also, was not your phone. It was clearly the phone that the "main character" (you mentally called her MC much like the fandom did) of the game used, because it didn't have your personalization. You had spent that first night after you had gone shopping personalizing the phone and getting your games back on it. Sorry MC, but if you were going to be living there, then you were going to make that phone yours.
When you weren't doing anything priority (such as shopping or cleaning the dusty house), you were chatting with the RFA members on your phone. The app allowed you to talk to them via instant messages, phone calls, or over the messenger itself. You could only call them through the app, however, because your actual phone was blank of any names or numbers. You . . . probably didn't have family in this world? You didn't know how much of your life was affected by MC's previous life. You hoped you didn't have to fake it for her fake parents. Because you didn't think you looked much like MC.
At first you had found it really strange hearing the RFA members call you on the phone. It had startled you the first time it had occurred, because you didn't need to have the app up for the phone call to go through. You had fumbled and futzed around for so long, dithering in your nervousness to pick up the phone, that you had missed the call. You had felt guilty and immediately called back, nervous, but Zen had been so sweet to you and so kind that you found yourself relaxing quickly. It was like that with most of the RFA members, you'd noticed. They were all friendly, however Jumin and Jaehee both were somewhat distant. You could understand that. You were a complete stranger to them, after all, and Jumin was a tiny bit intimidating. However, your phone calls with them usually ended well even if Jumin could be a bit short.
Yoosung, Zen, and 707 (should you call him Seven or Luciel?) were most definitely the friendliest. You found companionship with Yoosung (you could tell you could be good friends with him), and although Zen's flirting flustered you at times (and even occasionally made you uncomfortable), you really enjoyed his personality. Admittedly it could be a tad annoying how full of himself he was, but you could easily look past it because he was a sweetheart with a good personality and a somewhat bad mouth.
Seven was the one you got along best with, though. His hilarious jokes and his playful personality instantly triggered the playfulness in you. You two were definitely cut from the same cloth. Even if at times he could be incomprehensible, you were quick to catch onto when he was playing around with someone. And you gladly joined in. Bullying Jumin and Yoosung was just too easy, and it cracked you up to do so.
Oh, you realized while sitting on your couch one day and grinning. Shit, you may have just found out the guy you would've gone for had you not been sucked into the game. Ah, that was disappointing. Did the game still work the same way if you were literally in it? You weren't sure that you could still date one of the characters the way you were. You wouldn't mind it . . . but still. You wouldn't dream of pursuing anything unless things leaned that way.
Besides, you had a bigger issue. An insecurity of sorts. While you could type your own messages and talk to the others normally over the phone, while you were in the chatrooms you could only choose what you assumed were game answers. Some of them were admittedly things that you would say, but they weren't often the first thing you would say. You also didn't respond as often in the chatroom as you would've if you could write your own messages. The others have actually pointed it out to you over the phone before how much chattier you were when not on the chatroom.
The problem with wanting (or, rather, hoping) the dating portion of the game was still in effect was because most of your conversations with the others occurred in the chatrooms. And if none of the messages in the chatrooms were really your words . . . were you lying to them? Did they think you were a different person than you really were? It wasn't like you could ask them straight out.
You had hinted a couple of times (mostly out of messenger, but hilariously enough the game let you break the fourth wall on occasion) that you weren't really from this world and that this was all a game to you, but none of the others took you seriously. Or you were brushed off thinking that you were just joking around like you tended to do. You supposed that you deserved that. You weren't sure the game was going to let you break the rules. And even if it did (it didn't seem to have any kind of punishment system, after all) it wasn't like you could prove anything to the others. Only one of them actually knew where you lived currently and knew what you looked like. How would you be able to prove anything?
That actually left you with quite the interesting question.
You called Seven up one night when it had seemed that in the chatroom Seven wasn't too busy. Those were the best times to contact the RFA was when they weren't doing anything related to their jobs. Or in Yoosung's case, gaming. Seven answered the phone cheerfully enough, making a joke at you, and you didn't resist playing back. Admittedly you got caught up in his little game, giggling, before he said that he had to leave soon because of work.
"Oh! Seven, wait!" You cried.
"Yes~?" He sang.
"What kind of information did you find on me when you looked me up?" You wondered if that sounded suspicious. You didn't think it sounded suspicious, right?
"I found everything, of course! Your online accounts, your bank password, what kind of underwear you have . . ."
"You're lying!" You gasped, head whipping to look at your dresser. You had just bought those underwear! There's no way he could know!
Seven laughed over the phone. "Okay yeah, I'm lying about the last part. Although I did notice that you bought a lot of clothes recently soooo . . ."
You couldn't really get mad. You were slightly embarrassed, but mostly impressed. "Does that mean you look up my records a lot? I guess I'll have to pay for my . . . things . . ." you let the insinuation hang heavily in your tone, "with cash then."
You heard Seven sputter and you pumped your fist with joy. Yes! You finally one-upped him! Revenge was sweet. "Gah! D-Don't tell me those kinds of things!"
"Oh? I was only referring to clothing . . ." You lied innocently.
"For the sake of my health I'll pretend you're telling the truth." You could still hear the fluster in his voice. Your heart fluttered a little in your chest. Ah, crap. You were falling for this dork, weren't you? It was always the silly ones.
You laughed, your cheeks feeling warm, before you dropped your voice to be more serious. Crap, he was super distracting. It was so easy for you to get caught up in his games. Trouble! "No, but seriously Seven. What did you find? Like . . . my birthday and stuff."
"What weird questions." He pointed out, and you cringed a bit. Yeah, you were being super suspicious. Wait, did that really matter? Didn't you want them to know? Gah, you weren't sure. Awkward! You were being awkward! This guy is a secret agent!
Wait! You knew how to recover from this! "Prove to me that you actually did find my information!" You challenged. "Come on, come on! Prove it, God Seven! Your disciple implores you!"
"Well if my disciple wishes to hear about herself, then so be it!" He crowed. You had a feeling you hadn't completely covered for yourself, but at least you were going to get the information you wanted. Seven proceeded to tell you true facts about yourself. He knew your birthday, your height, your weight, hair and eye color. He proved to find some pictures of you, but you had no idea how he could find it. However, your family and health history was . . . incorrect. There were a couple of things correct, but the names of your family members, ages, and all of that . . . were wrong. They sounded like filler names. Even your health history sounded like something a writer could make up off the top of their heads. A broken bone here, a cough there, shots for every sickness you can get in childhood. The works. It seemed the game could only go so far with actual information about you. You didn't know whether to be relieved or not.
"Well?" Seven asked when he had finished listing off a number of things about "you". "Were you impressed? Has God Seven satisfied his disciple? I'm awesome, right? I did well, right?"
His eagerness was adorable. You just had to praise him. "That's amazing! I guess you really do know everything about me!"
"Well, not everything." He admitted easily. "I only know about stuff I can find online. I don't know about you, you know? Besides, I'd rather you just tell me." Oh. That was . . . really flattering. Crap, this was bad for your heart. You might have just swooned a bit. "But! You'll have to tell me another time. I've really got to go. My boss will kill me if I don't do my work." He whined and then sighed. You gave a small smile at your knees, sympathetic. He seemed like he always had work to do.
"Okay. But before you go, you forgot a key piece of information about me!"
"Oh? What's that? Now I have to know!"
"My three sizes are-"
"GAH! N-NO, don't tell me that! Keep it PG-13!"
He hung up on you then with a quick goodbye, and you rolled over to laugh into your pillow.