(MC POV)

Part of the room was bathed in muted orange light from my bedside lamp, despite the warm sunlight streaming through the windows. I sat up and flipped off the switch for the bedroom lamp.

It had been a habit ever since I left the hospital, that I left the bedside lamp on throughout the night. I guess I was just used to having a light near me at all times, as if it were someone who could comfort and protect me from the darkness. Someone who could never let me down.

Let me down?

Why did that phrase hurt my heart so?

I unclenched the fist I had unconsciously clasped to my chest, in an effort to ease the heartache. Walking towards the kitchen, I switched on the radio, hoping to uplift my spirits with some good ol' catchy pop songs.

"I've never been so caught up

Still so into us

I never thought I'd be here

Should've turned to dust

Ooh, let's be honest, baby

This is so unusual

Ooh, and I'm not tempted, baby

Even if they're beautiful"

Sounds like Ariana Grande, I thought, as I hummed along. Swaying to the beat, I danced over to the fridge, looking through my meager supplies. Living alone, I had no need for much food in the fridge.

"I used to be cautious

A little too reckless

Now all my emotions

Are all cause of you"

I let the lyrics wash over me, but the last line seemed to embed and repeat itself in my mind over and over again. You? My emotions...

"I ain't even think of leaving sometimes

I ain't even think of letting go

I ain't ever thought of going nowhere

I don't even see it down the road

Cause we're collectin' moments

Tattoos on my mind

I ain't even think of leaving sometimes

I ain't even think of letting go

Not even sometimes"

It was just like that. A tattoo. Of you, imprinted on me forever. Except, I didn't recognize the "who"...

"Ooh, let's be honest, baby

This is so unusual

Ooh, I'm not tempted, baby

Even if they're beautiful

It used to be easy

For someone to steal me

Now all my emotions

Are all cause of you, boy"

Flashes of a flirtatious face, white hair flowing, the envy of all girls. And another shy face, with short blond hair. I remember someone's aristocratic nature, all hard-angles, and another soft, tired female face.

But the one I remembered the most, was a red-haired devil. No, a darkly handsome angel in disguise...

No, it wasn't easy for anyone to steal me. Only you.

I let my heart be stolen by you.


(707 POV)

I became a ghost.

No more red hair, no more glasses. Just another face in the crowd. I couldn't keep any part of myself that was unique. I had to blend in. Fade away.

Like I never even existed.

Some part of me rebelled, at being hidden. And another was secretly hoping you'd one day recognise me, and fall in love again.

So I could tell you what I didn't before.


(JUMIN POV)

It was hard seeing her like that.

Seeing her suffer.

Even though I couldn't love her as much as Seven could, I still cared. So I did what I could. I picked up the pieces of her shattered heart, and I tried my best to give her the best care while she was recovering from the accident.

The blessing in disguise.

I would never, EVER think that an accident could be a blessing. But it was.

After Seven left, I saw – we all saw, her heart, her mind, and her soul shatter. It was a wonder she was able to function properly. She was like a zombie most of the time.

The accident made her forget.

And finally, she could get some peace.