MC sat on the bed in the apartment, the moonlight shining through the window, giving the white blanket a shining glow. Besides the moon, the only other source of light was the brunettes phone, screen dimmed for the sake of his eyes.

On the screen were contacts, which he was currently running through, trying to find one of his classmates, he'd usually take notes for him if he was ill and while he may not be sick, he would need those papers…

Giving up, having spent the past few minutes searching, he was about to set his phone on the small bedside table next to him when he saw his face reflected in the black screen, illuminated by the moonlight. Bringing the phone closer to him he stared at his reflection, slowly tugging at his hair he noted how the brown curls fell back into place as he released them, after he moved his hand to his face, pinching his cheeking together morphing his lips into a weird duck like shape, he silently chuckled.

Setting his phone on the bedside table successfully this time, next to his gray glasses, he looked down at himself, chest covered by a plain white t-shirt and legs clothed in black shorts. MC placed a hand on his torso thinking back to his time at a nearby gym, he hadn't gotten around to remembering the name of it yet, but he knew he wasn't off when it came to muscle, the routine he had been doing was given to him by a workout fanatic friend.

But still, even with looking how he did, standing tall of nearly six feet, toned muscles on his body and curly hair as brown as cocoa, he wondered if it would be possible for anyone to mistake him for a woman, given the proper clothes of course.

There was a good reason he had this thought, it spouted after a conversation with Zen and Jaehee. After Jaehee left to check on Jumin at an airport, Zen told him to be careful of Seven and that all men were wolves so, in his tired state, asked if he would be considered a wold as well. Zen was confused by the question but said that if he was a guy he'd be more of a cub than a wolf.

MCs tired mind not remembering the hood of a joke Seven had pulled over everyone's eyes, got a tad offended by Zen not believing him which led to a ten-minute talk of a tired MC convincing a tired Zen that he was in fact, a man.

Once it had ended, Zen saying he believed him, though he had a feeling he didn't, Zen left to sleep. Seeing no point in staying in the chatroom alone, he had left as well, the buzz of his phone signaling he closed the app shortly after.

Now, MC was sat on the apartments bed, legs crossed in front of him, staring blankly into the darkness of the room. He couldn't sleep, not after seeing Snow again, and the talk they had… he was still trying to get him to return to Mint Eye… But that fact was over looked in his mind by something he said, Snow had admitted that he liked him.

Since when… did it start when he allowed him to call him Snow and not 'Boss', or when he tripped on some remaining construction equipment and fell on him? The times he could think of for 'when' were nearly endless.

A creak in the bed caused by him falling back took him out of his thoughts, the room barley visible through the windows light.

Yawning, MC rubbed his eyes, deciding that just sitting around wouldn't help anything pertaining to sleep, he decided to get a drink.

Throwing his legs off the bed he stretched as he stood, his back making a satisfying popping sound as he did.

Leaving the area that was classified as a bedroom, he squinted, the lights also being off in the rest of the apartment, after a few moments of blinking, he stepped out of the room, the floor silent as he walked.

To his left he saw a blurry mass of black, yellow and a puff of red, MC turned to look at the bedside table behind him, he had forgotten his glasses… not willing to go back, he continued through the apartment, eyes on the floor and blurry mass he knew to be Seven, in his corner.

As he cautiously stepped to the blurry Seven, nearly stubbing his toe on the sofa in the process, he made sure to be as quiet as he could as not to disturb the working hacker.

"Seven?" He called to the hacker, he got no visible response "Sorry to disturb you, I'm just getting water or something" Still with nothing as a response, he made his way to the kitchen.

With a glass of water in hand, he stepped into the living room, turning to Seven he saw no change in how he was sat, except… it didn't look like he was sitting at all. The puff of red that would-be Sevens hair was too close to the ground.

Concerned, MC set the glass on the coffee table and knelt beside Seven. Closer to him, MC saw that Seven was lying on his back, eyes closed and soft breathing coming from slightly parted lips. Feeling suddenly hot, MC turned away towards the window, the one that was broken in from, a white towel nailed to the wall, blocking anything from entering through it.

He watched as the bottom of the nailed towel blew from the wind, glancing at Seven he saw him shiver as the wind hit his exposed back, red shirt lifted slightly allowing the wind to attack him. It was then that he noticed he wasn't wearing his funky black and yellow sweater, but was using it as a blanket, covering himself with it.

His eyes went to the dim light of Seven's computer screen, he must have been up all this time working, no wonder he looked exhausted…

Lifting his head, he looked to where he thinks the linen closet was, where the blankets and towels were stored, the same blankets and towels that attacked him on his first day…

After grabbing a blanket from the closet, a big black fluffy one, he knelt back beside the shivering red-head. Setting the blanket on Seven, he made sure it covered his body completely, after a few seconds the shivering stopped, and he pulled the blanket closer to himself, rolling onto his side, sleeping form facing MC.

As he stared at the sleeping hacker, MC unknowingly smiled at Seven. MC knew there was one last thing to do before leaving to sleep himself, Sevens face showed discomfort, his stripped glassed ridding up his nose.

After carefully removing them and setting them on his computer, he saw Seven contented, body showing no signs of worry, stress, or fear. Even with the gray bags under his closed amber eyes, MC thought he looked perfect.

As MC was staring at Seven, he stopped when his hand touched something, he looked to see that his hand was on Sevens head, fingers gently running through his crimson hair. As he continued he could see Sevens head nudge into his hand. A gesture that was quite adorable, sadly, MC had to leave, sleep calling him even without drinking the water.

With a few last strokes, MC removed his hand from Sevens hair. Just as MC was about to put a small kiss on Sevens head, he stopped himself, backing up he looked at the hackers sleeping face, his own looking sad "I'm sorry, I can't do that to you… even if it's a kiss on your head, I can't do that, not right now at least, not with you never knowing about it…" his voice smaller than a whisper, nearly unheard by his own ears.

Standing up, his bones as silent as everything else, he made his way back to the apartments bedroom, taking one last look at the now known sleeping Seven, the man himself blurry from the distance, he got back into bed.

"You two… did you steal from the fridge again? There was something in there I was going to have, but it's not there anymore… I had the sliver of a thought of giving some of it to you two but… it's gone now, you two can't stop from being greedy little brats for even a second can you! I keep you safe from your father under this roof, feed you so you don't starve, and this is my thanks? I get two brats stealing from MY kitchen?! Saeyoung… don't think about getting anything for yourself or Saeran or your whole body will be as red that hair of yours…"

"Seven, I made spaghetti, would you like some?"

"ARGH! YOU UNGRATUL BRAT! I ask so little of you… yet you always fail at everything… expected as you have your father's genes… But… Saeyoung… the snow outside isn't gone, answer me why? … DON'T LOOK AWAY FROM ME! ANSWER ME YOU USELESS CHILD!"

"Right, the window glass… I'll clean it, don't worry Seven!"

"Where are you you little brats…? Mommy needs to talk to you two~" *Hic* "I see little toes under the bed… why… why do you hide from Mommy?! You should-"

"You should eat healthy Seven, Honey Buddha Chips are good but they're not good for you… I don't want you to get sick… I'm making you something healthy"

"Saeyoung… go get me more to drink… you-"

*Ring ring* *Ring ring* Voicemail? Oh… well, um... It's MC, just wanted to ask how you are! Random question, I heard red heads have good memory, is it true? … The waters boiling over! Gotta go!" *Click*

"Get back-"

"I stole your sanity babe, hahaha! … No~ my sanity now! Finders keepers, losers' weepers!"

"I have fun when I talk to you… over the phone, in the chatroom… I feel like… I can give my all this time, without the risk of it all being for nothing… I hope I can… This voicemail is getting a bit long… I'll hang up now, I hope you sleep well Luciel" *Click*

Raising a hand, Seven touched his face, fingers searching for the glasses that he vaguely remembered passing out while wearing. Not finding them, he rolled over and searched on the floor, after a few minutes of searching, not finding them, he sighed, resigned to getting up, vision impaired by the lack of glass in front of his eyes.

Pushing himself upwards, Seven raised his arms into the air, the limbs cracking as he limbered himself for the work ahead. Looking around he instantly knew he wasn't in his home, he was in Rika's apartment… why was he…?

Right, the hacker.

The hacker, his own brother… was here, and not for any old reunion… The memories of the day before returned to him, driving for who knew how long to save MC from the apartments Special Security System, meeting the hacker, Unknown, - his twin brother, Saeran. And staying at the apartment to restore the Security System, MC at the same apartment.

Right, MC was here… the RFAs new member, Mel Cali, as his birth certificate read, the boy who made him spaghetti. Spaghetti… Seven knew he didn't often remember his dreams, it was like that now, but, he knew his dream had something to do with spaghetti, but why? Was it because MC made some last night?

Looking at the bedroom area, he saw a mass shift slightly under the blanket, he was still asleep. As Seven made a move to stand, he noticed a blanket was on top of himself, he turned back to MC, he must have given him one after he passed out…

Seven shock his head as he thought of the gesture, MC was being too kind to him…

Going to stand again he heard his phone buss from on his laptop, he groaned "Can't I have a peaceful start to the morning…?" he quietly muttered as he grabbed his phone.

Yoosung was calling him, why was Yoosung calling him, and… why was Yoosung even up? If he remembered right, the blonde had no classes and should be passed out from LOLOLing for several hours straight…

"Seven!" The man in question jerked the phone away from his ear "Goddammit Yoosung, do you have to be so loud in the morning…?" He brought the phone back to his ear as he heard Yoosung apologise in a quieter voice.

"Sorry… It's just that we couldn't get a hold of you last night, did something happen?" The blondes voice was filled with concern, it made Seven feel slightly guilty.

He sighed "No, no, everything's fine… uh… Yoosung, sorry but I gotta go, I still need to work"

Yoosung gasped before apologising, the call ending shortly after.

Setting the phone down Seven ran a hand through his hair, the morning already off to a bad start…

A bomb.

That's what was in the apartment, all the RFA knew now…

MC put his phone back into a pocket, having finished reading the chatroom, he woke up a bit late, Seven was already up when he awoke, and getting ready for whatever took longer than usual with everything on his mind.

Turning a corner, feet starting up another flight of stairs, MC wondered if there was any other way to help Seven, he seemed down when he tried to make conversation, and when he tried to call him to talk to him, the call usually didn't last very long.

And to some it may seem he was being clingy with the hacker, but MC just knew it wasn't good for Seven to be alone, not for his safety mind you, but because not even a day ago, he found out that his brother not only hated him, but was a hacker for Mint Eye, the same organization that had been attacking them, it must be tough to find something like that out so suddenly…

As he turned yet another corner, passing by a sign that read 'Floor 5', the bag he was holding tapped his leg, he stopped for a moment and looked down at it. The bag was filled with a few bottles of Phd. Pepper, he hoped these would at least help Seven.

He just hoped to make it back to the apartment before Seven realised he was gone… he knew of the danger he was in with leaving the apartment, without telling Seven adding more to it, but… he wanted to cheer him up with some food he likes…

As he passed by the sign for Floor 6, he heard his phone ring, the ringtone sounding through the stairwell stopping MC dead in his tracks. Slowly taking his phone out of the pocket set put it in, he silently cursed as he saw the caller ID, 707.

Hesitantly, MC answered the call and put it to his ear.

"Where are you, where did you go on your own?" To his surprise, Seven didn't sound upset or angry like he had expected… he sounded more annoyed or irritated "It was so quiet that I thought you'd went to sleep, when I checked the bed you weren't there, I had to check the security cameras in the halls to see that you left, but…" he sighed, concern slipping into his voice more "that was ten minutes ago, you were gone for ten minutes, did you count the seconds you were gone? What if something happened in that time?"

MC looked down to the floor "I'm sorry Seven, I… didn't think I would be out that long, I tried to talk to you, but you seemed really focused so I just…" "Left?" "Yeah…"

Seven gave an frustrated sigh and began to tap against something "If you were frustrated with staying inside or had something really important to tell me, you should have just taken my headphones off, sure I'd be upset at first but if it was worth the interruption…" His speak slowed down until stopping.

"Are you mad that I'm ignoring you? Don't be so childish MC, it's not 'cute' if that's what you were going for… the situation right now is dangerous, the hacker could be anywhere, lurking and waiting, you can't just believe that everything is sparkles and roses just because he left yesterday… Where are you?"

MC turned to the sign next to him, a door beside it "I'm in the stairwell on the 6th floor, the elevator was taking some time to come down so I'm taking the stairs"

On the other end MC heard movement "Seven?" and rustling.

"I should GPS on your clothes when you get back… I know I have some in this bag… ah! Here they are… When you get back give me your sweater, the brown one, it's missing from your pile of clothes, so I know you're wearing it"

MC heard Seven settle back somewhere, most likely his laptop, the hacker continued to tap something "Why did you leave?"

Setting the bag of soda down on the floor he pulled one out of it, eyes reading its labels "I got some Phd. Pepper for you, you seemed sad, so I thought I'd get you something you liked!" He finished the sentence with a chipper voice, a smile on his face.

"… You don't need to be nice to me, I told you to just stay put inside while I work, why didn't you listen?" MCs smile gradually faded as Seven spoke, a frown slowly replacing it, his eyes glanced to his phone sadly "Hurry back, I made a sandwich, it's in the fridge now but it's still edible"

MCs frown disappeared somewhat, his mouth twitching upwards "Thank you Seven, and I'm it'll taste great since it's from you"

MC chuckled silently as he heard Seven stammered over his words "I- I... uh… S…Stop saying things like that… It's distracting" the sound of something being placed down was heard as Seven spoke embarrassedly "J…Just get back here… I just set a glass of juice by the fridge for you… don't take this the wrong way…"

"Oh, I see you in the hall through the cameras… I can't focus on work or… anything until I see you, hurry"

After MC had gotten back to the apartment, Seven reprimanding him and telling him to go eat the sandwich he had talked about, the red head returned to his work.

It was a few minutes after he had gotten back, and MC was nibbling on the sandwich, lunch meat with lettuce and a slice of tomato between two pieces of bread, he stared at his computer, contemplating what to do. Turning to the clock on the mantle, he saw it was late, well, too late for classes to still be running…

Since he had missed class yester, he figured he would call a classmate and see if he could get notes. Grabbing his phone, he dialed and put it to his ear.

"Mel Cali, hello" a male's voice greeted him through the phone, a friend of his Minsoo, he was the first person he met when moving to Korea, also one of the friends he had subsequently ditched to 'help' Saeran when going to the movies eight days ago.

"Hiya Miny~" Minsoo sighed "It's Minsoo not 'Miny'… but you're not going to suddenly start calling me that I'm guessing? What do you need?"

MC crawled onto the couch more as he continued the conversation "You see right through me, am I glass, am I a screen door?" "Just get to the point Mel Cali…" MC frowned "So cold… you don't need to say my full name, you can just call me Mel or MC you know~"

He heard rustling through the phone, papers being shuffled "Mel Cali is your proper first name so that is what I shall call you, you know I don't like short cuts, even in names… also, you don't call me by my first name so at least one of us has to"

MC huffed before realising something "Hey Miny…" "Minsoo" "Can't believe I just realised this but you would get along well with another friend of mine, Jumin, you're both insufferably curt sometimes"

Minsoo seemed to ignore what he had said and voiced how surprised he was that he had other friends than who was in their already small group.

"Hey~ of course I have other friends, I'm not that asocial…" "Alright, saying I believe in these friends you say you have, would I know of any of them" MC stopped himself from answering, eyes turning to Seven as he typed, his big orange headphones weren't on his head, so he was probably hearing everything he said. He also knew it would probably be best to not tell anyone he was in the RFA, let alone who he knew amongst its members, his mind went to the C&R Director, Jumin Han and famous musical actor, Zen. Well he did spill that he knew Jumin but… he didn't specify which Jumin, there must be tons of Jumin's in world!

"No… none of them go to the University…" He hoped his friend wouldn't see through his lie…

Minsoo hummed for a second "Alright, and as fun as our chat has been, why did you call? It's not that I do not enjoy our chats but, I have something I should have started… five minute ago, and you most likely have something else you should be doing but are putting off again so, I ask again, why did you call?"

MC clicked his tongue as he remembered why he had called "Oh right! I missed yesterdays class, right?" "You missed it, so you already know the answer to that question, why ask me?" He ignored Minsoo's response for the time being "Well, I was wondering if I could get a copy of the note that were given? Pretty please~?"

Minsoo took a minute to respond, papers shuffling once more, MC took the time to think of an excuse to say if he was asked why he wasn't at school. Sickness? Boring but reliable. Family matters? Not many people would ask beyond that, and luckily Minsoo was one of them.

"The professor wasn't in class yesterday"

What?

"What?"

"He wasn't there, infact, the class has been put on hiatus while the university finds a new teacher, he quit apparently" Minsoo noted that the professor had been acting odd for the past week. And when MC asked why Minsoo responded saying he thought he would know considering he had his number thanks to the project.

MC excused himself from the call, confused and worried for his teacher.

And as MC dialed his professor, Seven tried his best to not snap at MC for talking, not to him but in general, it was distracting him from work, though he knew it wouldn't be exactly fair to MC if he did, but he just couldn't bring himself to put his headphones on to drown own MC, the male did have a nice voice… no, back to work.

With his foot taping on the floor softly, MC held his phone to his ear once again "Come on… pick up…"

As he finished the breath of his previous word, the call connected "Ah, Mel, what a surprise to talk to you, how are you settling in?" He sounded gleeful.

"Sir, I just got wind that you quit… not only that but you didn't go to teach even…"

"I don't need to be there anymore so I'm not there, I've been meaning to talk to you, but The Savior said not to make contact until she has had a chance to meet you but… you called me so I'm not disobeying orders!" The professor gave a hearty laugh.

MCs foot stopped taping the ground, or more specifically, MC stopped, all movement, even his breath hitched in his throat at the mention of this 'Savior'.

"What…? S… Savior?" Eyes flickering to Seven, he saw the hackers head turned slightly towards him in curiosity, he had noticed his head was like that since he started his string of calls.

"Yes, she seems to be particularly interested in you, no one can figure out why though…" "What are you-" "Right! Is that boy treating you well?"

MC blinked, utterly confused, wondering why his professor was talking about this Savior, and in the same manner Snow did when he was with him at Mint Eye.

"Sir… can I ask you something…?" He got silence in response "I'll take that as a yes… but um… Sir, are you at Mint Eye?"

MC watched as Seven whipped around, eyes wide and staring at him. At that, MC realised he wasn't exactly quiet with his question.

Holding up his free hand, MC signaled Seven to give him a minute. The red head continued to stare at him, his features returning to a calmer state, away from the surprise and confusion they were before.

With Seven staring at him he felt his face heat up, the brunette turned away, clearing his throat he spoke asked if his teacher was still there.

"Huh? Oh, my bad, something needed my attention, and yes, I'm guessing that boy has filled you in?" His professor sounded more distracted now, light murmurs in the background, unable to be understood.

MC looked at his phone out of the corner of his eyes, skeptical "Sir… have you always been part of Mint Eye…?" He asked, a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Yes… I didn't wish to lie to you, but it was my orders to watch over you, which is why I became a teacher at SKY" As his teacher spoke MC felt saddened, he did trust his teacher, whom had helped him become accustomed to Korea since his first class.

But, how he felt didn't matter right now.

Seven sat on the floor, legs crossed in front of him as he continued to listen in on MC's phone call, not by way of tapping his phone, but through the fact he turned off his music and used his ears. Although… tapping the call would grant him the ability to know what the other person was saying.

Currently, the brunette was sitting on the couch behind him, having ended a call with a friend whom he called 'Miny' a few minutes ago and was talking to who he guessed to be a teacher going by the context of the words MC was using.

The first parts of the conversation weren't interesting, almost to the point of being boring that Seven had contemplated resuming his music and work when he heard MC ask about a Savior, regaining his interest. The only savior Seven knew of was the God he followed, him and… well the God Seven persona he showed the RFA.

But, the curiosity from hearing that was nothing to MC asking his teacher about Mint Eye. The shock of hearing about the same supposedly extreme religious cult he was researching about enough to invoke movement in him, turning to MC.

As Seven continued to listen to the phone call, he could see MC becoming increasingly distressed, the hand that wasn't holding his phone up was clutching his seat.

For a reason Seven knew not of, he was upset, not with MC, but with who ever was making MC this way, distressed, it hurt him so much to see someone he cared (deeply) about hurting.

The phone call went on for another few minutes, which felt like hours to Seven, before MC hung up, returning the phone to a pocket. Standing, Seven walked up to MC, face clear of everything as he stared down at MC.

But, to MCs and even Seven's surprise, the first thing he did wasn't badger the brunette with question about this 'teacher', the red heads face instead turned to one of worry, his voice expressing the same emotion his face did as he spoke "Are you okay?"

A pang of hurt shot through him as the brunette showed a look of surprise, he had expected him to be curt or even uncaring to his emotional state, not that he could truly… blame him, Seven had expected himself to do the same thing as well.

"Uh…" As failed to put his words together, his hand scratched the back of his neck, but after a couple seconds of failing to speak, he settled on nodding.

But, having been an agent for years, Seven knew how much more body language can say than words. Seeing the male nod, his eyes went the hand that had been scratching his neck, it was shaking ever so slightly as it rested on his leg, as though MC was trying his best to keep himself from shaking.

Seven opened his mouth, trying to will himself to question the man in front of him but, he did not want to add onto whatever MC was felling.

Mentally, he was smacking himself, the logical and curious parts of him demanding their questions be answered, to ignore MCs feeling and have their inquires satisfied no matter what it took. But… just as those sides of him, a large part of him infact, was demanding increasingly more from him, a small part was asking, no, pleading with his very soul to be gentle, to let warmth shine through his actions, to go against what his agency had taught him to do and be kind once again. It was a side of himself Seven had never though he would hear from again, only seeing it very few times while with the RFA and as a child.

But this time, it was pleading with a loud voice, begging him not to hurt MC, to embrace him and let him in. In some ways… he did want to let MC in, to embrace the love MC so clearly had for him and show him the love he had in return…

But he couldn't, he couldn't love MC, the best thing he could do for MC was to deny his feeling, that would keep him safe, that and only that… right?

Settling on that, the small part began to plead with a quieter voice… a sad tune to it… so… to satisfy it, and against his better judgment, he decided on something.

Another sigh coming from him once more, he walked to an empty space on the couch beside MC and sat down, taking MCs hand in his own he felt his thumb run over the hand, feeling the knuckles as he ran over them, the tense muscles slowly relaxing as he continued. Once the hand was free of any tension, Seven gave MC his hand back, placing it along side his other hand on his knees.

He decided to listen to it, to listen to half of it and comfort MC.

"Seven, why did you-"

"You were shaking, and it was irritating me, the small shaking all over your body was shifting the couch, making noise" Seven stared back to his laptop, lines of code running on it, he glanced to MC through the corner of his vision, the male saddened. Seven knew the excuse he gave was a lie, a full fat lie, one to add to his mountain of lies but… He couldn't give the truth.

He wasn't allowed to have a life, to have friends or have love. And he was already breaking two of those rules, he couldn't break the third, for MC's sake.

The two sat in a silence, both left to their thoughts, the only source of sound being the small hum of the fan from Seven's laptop, the device cooling down.

Seven and MC shifted awkwardly on the couch every so often, the close proximity would normally bring a red tint to MC but, his mind was to preoccupied to notice.

Having enough of the silence, Seven stood back up, furniture squeaking as he stood, wanting to get back to work and do something productive.

As he returned to his laptop, the silence was broken, not by neither Seven or MC, but by the knock of a door.

It was then, MC and Seven remembered once more, only they were supposed to know where the apartment was…

I apologize for the lack of posting of this story, it's just that I've been in a large slump recently, with that in mind, I will try to get the next chapter out as soon as I can! ^^

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