* Sorry its taken me so long to update, two reasons, one: small writers block, two: my Internet has been down (And still is) so I'm not able to write any chatrooms cause even the game itself needs Internet to work lettle loan post a chapter
V has entered the chatroom
MC has entered the chatroom
MC: V, will Yoosung be okay?
V: Mel…
V: I'm sorry for making you worry
V: I know there's nothing sadder than not being able to do anything for the one you love
V: I'm sorry to everyone in RFA
V: To Jumin
V: To Jaehee
V: And Hyun
V: And…
V: Luciel, Yoosung too
MC: V… I know you're sorry, but we have a right to know who wants to hurt us?
MC: I feel like you're trying to hide everything…
V: I understand what you are saying Mel
V: And I thank you for being calm during this situation
V: I'm glad Yoosung found a good person
V: Thank you for being patient and kind to him, that is more than I could ever ask of you
V: But…
V: I'm sorry, I can't tell you
V: And… please…
V: Please do not try to find out
V: I know I'm being selfish
V: But our enemies… will disappear soon
MC: Are you sure?
V: Trust me
V: This is all I can say now…
V: After this is over… Yoosung… will make sure everyone's safe and happy
V: Rika was a good person…
V: and I want her to remain that way in everyone's memories
V: And…
V: No matter what happens, Luciel and Yoosung will be safe
V: I'll make sure that happens
V: So… I hope you feel a sense of relief
MC: V…
V: Yes, Mel?
MC: I'm going to hold you to that, that Yoosung and Seven will be safe
MC: Because if they aren't…
MC: You won't like me when I'm mad
MC: I can promise you that
V: I understand
MC: One more thing
MC: If they aren't 'alright' or 'safe', tell me immedietly
MC: Because no matter when, when I find out, nothing will stop me from following them
MC: and helping them
MC: Even If I have to spend the rest of my life doing so, I don't care
V: I… understand…
V: You truly love him, don't you?
MC: Yes
V: Oh, I must go, my… eyes are beginning to hurt…
V: I will talk to you later
V has left the chatroom
MC has woken up
Shooting up from the couch, nearly falling off in the process, he looked around the room, or, apartment.
Right… he remembered that night… so much fear packed into one single night, so much worry for one person…
Looking around he saw his glasses on the coffee table next to him, he ignored them and grabbed the phone that was next to them. His vision wasn't bad enough for this.
Turning it on he immediately flipped it over so the light faced a random wall, after a few seconds he turned it back, the time said 4:40. Seems like a small nap turned into sleeping the night, like usual.
Glancing at the windows, he saw it was almost sunrise. Lighter shades of blue were visible between the tall buildings, sparks of orange visible as well.
He looked down at the couch he was lying on, it was uncomfortable with his knees digging into the back cushions.
Groaning, he slowly peeled the blanket away from his body, he shivered at how cold it had gotten over night. Even in a hoodie it was cold, wasn't it like the middle of summer?
He looked around the room trying to find the source of the cold, turning to the windows, none of them were open. Confused, he noticed something on the seat beside him, a large plastic bag from a 100-yen store.
He cautiously walked over to it, nearly tripping over his own bag in the process. Kicking it to the side he opened the plastic bag, from the fact there was no light in the room besides the trickles of sunlight from outside, he couldn't see what was inside even when his eyes had adjusted to the darkness.
Furrowing his eyebrows, he reached into the bag, inside was something soft, another silky thing and… fur?
He immedietly retracted his hand, worry in his mind, what was inside this bag for there to be fur?!
Hesitantly, he reached into the bag and pulled out the first thing he grabbed, something silky.
Holding it in the air with both hands he saw the rough figure of a pair of shorts, basketball ones it seemed.
Dropping the clothing on the chair he picked up the bag itself, was it full of clothing? He remembered Seven saying he would bring clothes over for him, were these it?
He'd have to thank Seven
Reaching blindly for his phone in the dark, he nearly knocked over an unlit candle before he found it.
Opening the messenger, the brightness not bothering him as much as before this time, he clicked on the tiny picture of a red head with yellow stripped glasses, opening his profile. Beside his name, 707, was a green light saying he was online.
He was happy he'd be able to thank him directly and maybe chat for a bit, but was curious as to why he was up this early.
He went to texting and selected 707.
MC
Seven, I saw the bag of clothes, have to ask, I felt fur, why fur?
Anyways, thx for the clothes, have a good night, or morning or whatever
He got an response almost immedietly, so he was awake.
707
No prob my MC~
I got it just fur you, my favorite fur jacket ^^
MC
Oh, you're up
Well, fur. It. Is. Summer.
707
You wear a hoodie~
MC
… Touché
707
Might I add, you look A-DORABLE sleeping?
If I could put in my heart eye emoji here, I would~ I should add that…
MC
Adorable…? I wouldn't say that… wait, how did the bag get here?
707
*Moment of realization*
MC
YOU SAW ME SLEEPING BECAUSE YOU WERE HERE
Why didn't you wake me? I would have loved to chat and see you face to face…
He really did want to talk to the hacker face to face, not only to kill him for making everyone think he was a girl, but it was a bit lonely inside the apartment. A messenger can only help so much.
707
You're making me feel bad~
But you looked so cute while sleeping I didn't want to disturb you, how was your sleep btw?
He remembered back to his dream before scoffing, not even Seven would believe him. He did feel other things while asleep, like someone petting him at some point.
Or something warm touching his head, safe and happy is what he felt at that time.
MC
Besides a little dream now and then nothing much
But… did you touch me while I was asleep?
707
0_o
What?!
Never!
I would never do something like that!
I am a gentleman and would ask before doing things like that!
MC
?
I felt someone pet my head I think… felt warm and nice
What were you thinking about?
In truth, he knew exactly what Seven was saying, he only realised how his previous message could be taken after hitting send.
707
Don't scare me like that…
And I wasn't thinking of it any other way
As Zen would say 'If you can't see it, don't think about it'
MC
Ok… well I felt someone pet my head…
707
Well, I did no such thing, petting your hair like a kitty or otherwise
Anyways, you look tired, yes, camera, go back to sleep
I'll go to sleep to if it makes you happy, been up all night surviving off Phd Pepper
The little green light by his name disappeared, he was offline.
Maybe he should go to sleep… it was early and god knows how easy he could sleep at any time.
Siting on the bed he set his phone back on the table before his face hit the pillow. He was not lying down for even a minute before his phone rang.
He glared at the light it made. Looking at the screen, a picture of a blond kid with purple eyes and a sky-blue hoodie was on screen.
Oh, Yoosung.
He answered.
"Hello, hello, this is Yoosung Kim, I was wondering if I could order a pizza and drink?" A childish voice said from the other end, it seemed mature but young still, was also familiar…
"This isn't a pizza place kid, I mean Yoosung" A bit of confusion was heard from the other end.
"Huh? Who did I call…?" The person said, voice sort of distant "Wait, MC?!"
He chuckled, his sleepy voice low enough that it probably made Yoosung shiver "One and only. Unless someone stole my name that is, doubt it though"
"O- Oh, s- sorry for calling you so early MC! I was trying to order some pizza for dinner"
"They don't deliver until 7 Yoosung, why are you still awake even?" A hint of annoyance seeping in at the end.
"Until? It's like, 10, right?" He sounded worried and confused.
"10? It's nowhere near 22 hundred… It's four in the morning Yoosung, go to sleep…" He yawned, seconds later he eared Yoosung yawn as well.
"Four in the morning?! I have class at eight! I stayed up all night playing LOLOL? Oh, god damn it… not again…! Sorry MC, gotta go, have to sleep! Bye!" The line went quiet, putting his phone on the table, his face hit the pillow again, a satisfied sigh coming from the man as he fell asleep again.
"This is why I hate going outside…" Shutting the window of the apartment, he picked up his phone and checked the temperature for what seemed like the hundredth time, it was hot, very hot.
He had texted Seven asking if the 'heat box of death has sanctuary', or, if the apartment had an AC which, it didn't.
Hoodie long since discarded he walked around in a blue shirt and a pair of worn jeans.
Putting his laptop in his bag, looked to the bag of clothes Seven brought. He knew he wasn't going to last in the clothing he was wearing so walking over to it, he promptly dumped its contents onto the chair.
He saw a heavy black coat with bright yellow fur on the hood, the coat itself had designs simaler to the jacket Seven wears… was it his winder version, if so, why send him it?
Other articles of clothing were in the pile as well, too many to list in a single short paragraph by the looks of it…
Taping his chin, he grabbed a random set and walked into the apartments washroom, remembering the fact that a certain redhead hacker had cameras placed in the apartment.
the black shorts, red long sleeve shirt and stripped flannel before heading to the bathroom to change,
Walking out of the bathroom, he looked at himself in the tall mirror next to the door. He was dressed in a pair of thin black shorts that went to his knees, a red shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his biceps with a blue and red stripped flannel over top of it.
He was surprised to find that all of the clothing he had picked fit him almost perfectly, he guessed that everything else fit as well. Maybe Seven put more thought into his comfort than he thought?
He looked at the time, remembering he had already checked with Seven to make sure he could leave, which he could, but decided to double check… again…
He started back to his school bag.
MC
Just double checking, it's alright for me to leave, right?
707
Fear not my MC! As I have previously stated
I have secured your current place of residence!
MC
Prison*
707
Oh shush
You may leave at your leisure, just make sure to text me every hour
I don't have cameras outside the apartment…
He left the apartment smiling while he waved at every camera he saw, blowing some very exaggerated kisses to a couple.
Not realizing that the redhead on the other side was smiling just as much as he was at that moment. That is until a certain maid came up to him with a taser…
Even on a hot day like it was, there was still the occasional breeze of cold air that everyone savored. Some less than others though, especially if it blew the papers they were holding all over the court yard like it had for a blond boy.
He ignored the few snickers people gave as he rushed to pick up his fallen papers before they were trampled on.
He winced as he saw someone throw up into a nearby trashcan and wondered how many people really did get drunk before school, he then started to think back to the two cans of alcohol in his fridge next to his precious bag of Honey Buddha Chips.
It had been a long time since he had even touched alcohol, maybe… No.
He shocks his head as he retrieved the last of his papers that laid atop a yellow flower, he couldn't drink, even if he didn't have tests galore coming up, RFA had a new member, and he couldn't suggest guests for the upcoming party while heaving into a toilet bowl, sometimes he hated being a lightweight…
Yoosung then remembered the fact that Zen drank only beer or other assortments of alcohol like it was water, but rarely got drunk.
He made a note to ask him how he did it, a few people had invited him to some parties but he politely declined them all from the fact that within 40 minutes, he'd be passed out on the floor, ah memories…
He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, he was wearing a pair of brown shorts today since it was so warm out, blue hoodie left at home in favor of a brown and blue stripped t-shirt.
Picking it up, he noticed it was a text, well two texts in fact, one from Jumin and one from MC.
He was a bit hesitant to open MC's text remembering the last time they talked, it was four in the morning and he tried to order a pizza from her…
Opening Jumin's first, it was a message questioning him if he had eaten, what he has eaten and bidding him good luck in class, so the usual message. He responded as he did normally, adding in some change telling him he had eaten a quick sandwich and a leftover salad. He also tried to send a quick photo of the pile of schoolwork he had, but stopped when he realized, he couldn't send pictures through texts, only in the chatroom.
A sad day to be Yoosung indeed.
Sighing, he passed a few other people who were roaming the halls, he opened the text from MC.
MC
Hello Yoosung, guessing you're at whatever class you have and not sleeping, right?
Just texting you cause… well, texting everybody right now but, not the point!
You said a little while ago you went to SKY too right? Well, I might take you up on the offer
The one to meet up, if I'm not busy that is
Smiling, he narrowly stepped out of the way before he ran into someone, apologizing he looked back and reread the text.
He did feel a little jealous that she didn't text just him but, understood the reasoning behind it. On the other hand, he was overjoyed that she was taking up his offer in wanting to hang out.
V said not to go to or try to go to the apartment, but he didn't say anything about meeting her!
As Yoosung was about to enter in a reply, he bumped into someone resulting in him dropping all of his paper and phone, which luckily, landed without cracking.
Leaning to pick it up, he saw someone else pick it up first before standing up, he did the same expecting someone near his height, he did not get that.
Looking forward, he saw a person's lips, a small gasp and he stepped back to look at them better, or, him.
The male wore a red shirt covered by an stripped flannel and black shorts, bright green eyes looking down at him, or his phone really.
It was then, he realised, the messenger was still open onto MCs texts.
"Huh…" the man said plainly before handing back his phone, Yoosung took it sheepishly before closing the app and tucking the device away.
"Sorry for walking into you, wasn't looking forward" he chuckled before doing a small bow and going to the floor to pick up his papers once again.
"It's alright, I was texting my friends, my fault too" he bent down as well and began picking up papers as well, not bothering to look at them and he made them into a pile, unlike Yoosung.
After the two picked up all of the papers both stood back up, recollection flashed on the mans face.
"Yoos- I mean… aren't you the guy who I gave the phone back in the library yesterday?" He had an accent that said he wasn't from Korea but he couldn't pin where it was from, his voice also seemed familiar.
The man put a hand on his hip and smiled, Yoosung blushed faintly as he remembered the encounter.
"Y- yeah, I remember you too, thanks for helping me again" He looked down at his papers, they were all placed oddly, some crumpled while others torn slightly from rough handling, he sighed before looking back at the light brunette in front of him.
"Oh, my name's Yoosung by the way, Yoosung Kim" He bowed slightly again, a couple of papers falling from his grasp. Luckily the other man picked them up, more carefully this time.
"Well hello Yoosung, I'm Mel-Cali, but people just call me Mel or-" the sound of a phone ringing interrupted him, Yoosung didn't feel his vibrating so he guessed it was 'Mel-Cali's'.
He ignored the call.
"Eh, if he's worried he can wait a minute…" he mumbled to himself before looking back to Yoosung.
"You speak English?" True, he didn't understand a lot of the language, and only knew a few words and phrases, but he did find it fun at times to learn despite his protests of school.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry, just a friend" He shoved his phone back into a pocket.
"Cool, don't know much of any language besides some Japanese and Chinese with my natural Korean, um… do you mind if I call you 'Cali'? Saying Mel-Cali would get…" "Repetitive?" "Yes, sorry"
He shrugged as he pointed down a hallway and started walking, Yoosung quickly followed him.
"So, Cali, how long… have you been here?" He mentally scolded himself for asking such a boring question.
The man, Cali, chuckled a bit, from the question and from the fact that Yoosung hadn't recognized his voice as MC. Maybe everyone in RFA was oblivious to some extent.
MC hummed in thought tapping his index finger to the air while counting "About… 5 months, living with my sister but not at the moment thanks to some… complications…" He sighed through his teeth as he stopped in front of a double door.
"Ah, my class" Yoosung looked up above the door 'Tech Design' is what the plate read.
MC turned to Yoosung and waved "Well, this is where I stop, guessing you have someplace to go as well" he pointed to the paper stack in his arms.
He put a hand on Yoosung's head and briefly ruffled his hair before turning around and opening the door "Hope to see ya around Yoosung" he closed the door behind him.
The blond stood there, a little flustered by Cali's actions before he left, using one hand, he patted his hair down and walked away, ignoring the light blush that sat on his cheeks again.
The ruffle of his blonde hair didn't feel weird to him, it actually felt rather nice and calming, the cold hand on his head.
He shook the thought to the side, he had to plan where to hang out if MC could! He wanted to make a good first impression.
Unknown to him, he had already made his first impression on the new RFA member, an rather adorable one at that.
* Yes, I am going to refer to MC as a female while in other people sub-POVs because, no one besides Seven knows that MC is a guy and not a girl
