MC and Seven both turned to the door, the silence in the apartment returning.
Narrowing his eyes, he glared at the door suspiciously before standing up, the usually noisy couch making no sound as he moved.
"Seven?" MC whispered to the hacker, standing up as he did.
Without turning around, Seven raised his left arm, forming a fist, and held it away from himself, the knuckles facing MC. Freezing for a second, he shook his head lightly before turning his head to MC, a finger pointing to him, then going to his closed lips before returning to where MC was staying, a silent signal to be quiet and stay there.
Turning back around, Seven continued towards the door, caution evident with every step he took.
Reaching the door, Seven reached a hand forward, fingers wrapping around the doorknob before turning it and throwing it open, the door slamming on the wall, but before it could bounce back closed, Seven launched himself into the doorframe, ignoring the sting of the door recoiling into his shoulder, he looked out into the hall.
After a minute of Seven staring out into the hallway, he heard the creak of a footstep, but before he could react, someone spoke.
"Did you find anything Seven?"
Whirling around Seven raised his arms in front of his face in defence, but, seeing only MC in front of him, he sighed as he lowered his arms, knowing the male to be of no threat to him physically, the only threat MC was to him was to his mental state and how conflicted he made him feel…
"Didn't I tell you to stay put?!" Seven hissed as he turned back to the hallway, a large brown woven basket catching his attention. Sighing hoarsely Seven kneeled in front of the basket, first checking it for any dangers such as an explosive device.
"Sorry… did I scare you Seven, you jumped…" Through the reflection in his glasses, Seven could MC take a step closer to him, his head tilted to the side by a few degrees, it was kind of a cute action- no, no!
"No…" The redhead returned to the basket, hands skimming through every object inside it "you didn't scare me"
Pulling out a large plushie, he stared at it in confusion, the large object was shaped like an eye, a mint iris surrounded darker mint color over a black and mint background. It was the exact shape of the logo of the building he had just started looking into…
As he stared at the large plushie, he saw a hand, MCs, pull something out of the basket. Kerning his head, he looked up at MC as he held a piece of paper in front of his glasses covered eyes.
"What does it say?" he asked, setting the plushie back into the basket before moving behind MC, as he stood behind him Seven had trouble still seeing the paper, so he tugged MCs arm down by the fabric of his shirt.
MC glanced at him and chuckled quietly while smiling before looking back to the paper "It's a note, or… letter, addressed to me I think… it says"
"Hello RFA Prince, if you are reading this then it did get to you! I'm glad! If this isn't the RFA Prince, then drop this now, for this basket is for his eyes and his eyes only, for reading this and not being him… well, it will end in some unpleasant circumstances for you…
RFA Prince, I send this to you in hopes you can think of me once again, think of the man who you first met and assisted so well…
Pleasantries over… I hope you do think of me with this basket, I choose every treat inside of it with you in mind, the sweetest chocolates I could find I had shipped from across the globe. The smallest, but most sour treats to match your shy and closed off but energetic and determined personality. And the sweetest treats that remind me and many of the other believers of your kind, welcoming and accepting sides.
I included the welcoming plushie because I remembered how jealous you were that all of the children that were brought here with their parents got one, even though your jealousy was never voiced, I could see it in the way you stared at the plushies when we walked through the castle together.
… Now I could sit here and write about all of the mushy stuff I just did in more detail, trust me, I already have… I thank the erase key… I send you this in defiance of my Saviors orders, I want you to know that I still do remember you, every time I remember, from our time together, to the gamer, the narcissist, the assistant, and the CEO-in-line and now… even the redheaded liar…!
All I want is to protect you from their lies, they are all lying, their promises are empty, and that redhead, you've caught interest in him it seems… You hope to obtain a happy ending with him, live a good life with him? There's more to him than you think my prince, he hides secrets that could get everyone in that organization killed, has done things that would make the strongest person weak in the knees when hearing them.
If it is you reading this my prince, think this through… If Luciel cannot protect you from me, what makes you think he can protect you from anything else?
I ask you, return to-"
MC recoiled in shock as the page was torn from his grip, eyes widened, he turned to where the direction the page went, Seven glared, seething as he reread the last line of the letter. His arms becoming visibly tense as he attempted to tear up the laminated page, after seconds of frustration, the red head crumples the page up and threw it at a wall, watching it as it fell to the ground.
"I can protect him! I can and I will protect him! Whoever wrote this… I can and will protect him from you, I disarmed my own bomb algorithm, broke into an apartment I made impossible to break into and watched over him nearly 24/7 even before that!" Seven was now jabbing a finger towards the crumpled paper on the floor, his voice continuing to raise as he yelled at it.
"I made a promise… not only to V, to myself and to God, but to MC, that I would protect him, and I will not let a mocking letter say I have done or will do otherwise!"
Seven felt anger bubble inside of himself, his mind too clouded by near rage at the letter to even think of why he was acting way he was, getting angry at a letter.
As he felt another anger filled statement rise through his vocal chords, it was cut suddenly as arms wrapped around him from behind, closing tight around his shoulders, he stiffened at the sudden contact.
"Luciel…" a sad voice resounded through his ear, a warm breath rolling along the side of his head.
"You're right… you are protecting me, nothing a piece of paper says can change that" Seven felt MCs head rest on his shoulders.
"Whoever… wrote that letter, knows nothing about you Luciel, they don't know you like the RFA members know you… like I know you, you are the funny and caring God Seven…!" MC chuckled, sending deep vibrations through Seven's back, reaching from his toes to his nose.
"You are protecting me, and I am grateful for every second that you are, even if you stop protecting me, I will still remain grateful for the times you have, nothing will change that" As MC spoke, Seven could feel himself relax, his back mould to align with the brunettes' chest. He could also feel the same was happening with the male embracing him, his breathing becoming slower against his back while his arms loosened around him.
It felt warm, and nice, MC's words continued to jingle in his head, reassurance unlike any he had heard.
But… he couldn't accept this feeling, couldn't let in linger for too long lest he become addicted to it, to the caring voice, the sweet words of comfort… to the pure and innocent love MC was giving him.
As Seven took a step forward, he boy restricted gently by MCs arms, the arms released him, allowing him to step away as he wished.
"Are you alright now?" MC showed him a small smile.
Seven stared up at MC, the red heads face blank. Pushing his glasses back up his nose, they had fallen slightly in his… yelling, he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he did.
Turning towards his laptop in a corner, he opened his eyes, feet moving him to the device.
"Seven?"
"I'm fine, I need to work now, don't bother me please…"
"Seven…"
Yoosung: MC is helping us with the RFA party and only asking our trust in return
Yoosung: But we only gave her a one on one stay with a
Yoosung: I would have gotten mad for sure, with my life on the line and all
Yoosung: But MC,
Yoosung: you're calm with all of this despite that fact, aren't you mad with Seven?
MC: No, I'm glad he's here to protect me, and I can feel that Seven was sincere in both his apologies in both the previous chatroom and here, in the apartment with me
MC: So, I want to help and trust him rather than get be mad
Zen: You're so nice MC…
Zen: I read Seven was wanting to relocate MC and face the hackers so that's a start…
Zen: But isn't V the problem now?
Yoosung: YEAH! Ever since Rika left, he hasn't been active in RFA, we can't not be suspicious of him!
The talk continued, Yoosung saying once more how irresponsible V was being in making Seven carry all the secrets he was, and not doing anything to help them with the party. After the complaints, Yoosung left, wanting to spend more time with his mom before she left. MC thought it nice that he was growing up more, Zen agreed as he voiced it.
Zen: I am starving… I should go eat, oh! Did you eat yet MC?
MC: Yeah, I'm going to… check on Seven, see if he's hungry
Zen: You remind me of a mother sometimes MC, you're taking care of Seven
At the very least, before everyone left, Yoosung suggested a guest, a group from the University, the TOEIC group infact. And, having heard of them, he accepted them as guests, he was beginning to wonder how many guests would recognize him at the party…
Having set his phone on the bed, MC hopped onto the floor, wincing slightly as his feet thudded against it. Chuckling to himself he ambled to the corner Seven had stationed himself had, only stopping himself a short distance away as to not distract him too much.
"Seven" He called to him, a relaxed smile of his face.
The hacker removed one hand from the keyboard, his typing pace slowing considerably, and readjusted one side of his large orange headphones before returning to the laptop, his pace speeding up as it re turned.
"Seven~?" MC put a finger to the edge of his lips as he called out once again, as if his hand would amplify the name at all.
Which it didn't, the red head shifted in spot on the ground before he began to mumble some things MC couldn't make any sense of.
"Alpha… alpha… 20 meters north of… mark red, mark blue 16 east"
MC sighed and shook his head; the hacker was purposely filling any space for noise his music didn't fill with talking to himself.
"Alright" The brunette raised his own head, a smile back on his face "I'll make something, and… leave it by your sharpie circle of isolation, as you call it" Swivelling on his feet, MC trotted into the apartments kitchen.
With two sandwiches in hand, both freshly made with the ingredients they had, MC carefully and quietly made his way to Seven, setting it down in front of the man, making sure it was within his immediate vision. As he placed it, MC saw amber eyes briefly glance at the sandwich then him before returning to the computer screen.
"I haven't seen you eat anything other than chips, I'm worried about your health Seven" MC stared at the hacker in hopes of getting a response, but only getting the occasional eye glance while he continued to mumble things pertaining to the work he was doing.
Inching the sandwich towards Seven, MC stood up.
Hand resting on his hips, MC looked around the apartment for things to do. He looked to his laptop, considering he now knew why his teacher gave him the project, he didn't want to finish it if it helped Mint Eye.
Continuing to scan the apartment, his eyes feel on a book, with what looked like a black hard drive sticking out of it. That wasn't there earlier…
Tilting his head to the side curiously, he stepped around the table and pulled out the stool from under it, plopping himself on it.
Dragging the book closer to himself, MC opened it to the page the hard drive was sticking out of. It was full of children's drawings.
Flipping through some of the pages he saw colorings of pirates, space, and a drawing of who he thought to be Rika? The only clues giving him that were from the few CGs posted in the chatroom.
The hair drawn in yellow strands like wet spaghetti, her emerald eyes colored in a single color on her face, skin untouched, left to be the color of the white paper. Which wasn't much different from how the pictures of her were, pale skin with a faint coloration of peach.
Turning back to page with the device on it, he noticed it was a floppy disk, a black and iron floppy disk. Picking it up he looked at the back of it "Wow… I haven't seen one of these in years"
Moving the 'disk' closer to his eyes he tried to make out what was written on the front, as it was worn away from use.
Shrugging, MC looked up at the computer pressed against the wall in front of him, he noticed it had the necessary drive to see it.
Making a move to stand, he saw a flash of a hand before the disk was taken from him, another hand shutting the book harshly before both were pulled away from him. His head turning to where the culprit was, he saw Seven staring down at him, eyebrow narrowed in a glare to him. And, he had to admit, Seven did look intimidating right now, being sat as he was made him shorter than the now angry red head.
"What do you think your doing?" Seven stepped away from the table "Well?"
MC stared at Seven in shock as he tried to form a sentence. Struggling to make even the simplest of words, merely sputtering sounds.
Seeing this, Seven pinched his nose and sighed "God… I don't know what you are, lighthearted or an idiot…" Setting the book and floppy disk by his laptop, Seven crossed his arms, glare constant and aimed to MC
"Listen to what I'm going to say, please, I don't want to repeat it" MC closed his mouth and nodded, his hands finding a place in his lap, folded together.
"The saying about the cat, how curiosity killed it? Well you're the cat, and guess what your doing?" Seven pointed down at the book
"You don't need to be nice to me, you don't have to feed me or worry about my health. You can just get angry at me or ignore me, that'd be for the best actually" The red head thought back to the snack brought to him.
Seven was wanting to do the mutual thing with MC and ignore each other, but with snooping through his few permanent belongings had ticked him off.
"But one thing you shouldn't be, is curious, about me or my things, now I'm tired, I am…" He took another deep breath, teeth clenched and annoyed "I'm tired of wandering people like you getting curious, getting curious about me, they don't know about my problems or how dangerous I really am, that letter was right about some things, I know things that could get everyone in the RFA taken away and killed, or worse"
"They just see me and don't think much so they approach me, they open up to me, share their life story because I look like a 'good listener', just like you" He threw his chin up in his direction with his words.
MC swallowed the lump in his throat "I… I just want to know you, is that so wrong of me?"
Seven made a 'tsk' sound with his teeth clenched, eye brows narrowing more, strengthening his glare "Well isn't that funny, I don't recall wanting to get to know you at all, what made you think I did?"
As Seven stared to pace back and forth, his eyes keeping a glare on him, MC straightened his back, his face becoming more relaxed but still showing sadness and guilt through the downward turn of his lips and loss of light in his eyes.
"I've told you this before, we can't be friends or family, I don't care about you as long as you are safe, alive and normal so let me say this once and let it fully get through to you" Seven took brisk steps towards MC, stopping in front of him.
"No matter how much you try to get to know me, it's useless, whatever advance you make, I will deny every single one, the end has already been set for us…" As Seven stepped away, MC released a breath he had been holding.
Raising his glasses, Seven massaged the bridge of his nose "So… please, until the situation is stabilized, don't give me any attention, and…! Don't forgive me for putting you in danger, what happened is inexcusable…"
MCs head shot up, blue eyes immedietly finding amber ones which, like lightning, looked away "But… you're not even giving me a chance to know you Luciel… lettle lone get close to you… you're not even giving me a chance…? I…" MCs face fell, his eyes dropping their gaze to the floor "I don't like what I'm feeling…" He grabbed a handful of his shirt where it covered his heart.
Seven shook his head solemnly, it didn't sit well with the hacker seeing MC unhappy, not like himself but… this is how it had to be "That chance… shouldn't be wasted on a guy like me" Taking a deep breath, he made his face stern once more, unshowing of his discomfort from the situation "I'll take it you understand what I mean now"
MC didn't protest to what Seven said, but he also didn't show he accepted what was said either.
Turning back to his computer he closed his eyes, head dipping slightly "If… If you really care for me, and want to help… don't pay me any mind and just stay far away from me, emotionally and physically…" Taking large steps he strode back to his laptop and sat down, legs crossed under him.
"I'm… sorry but… this is how things have to be"
MC was sat on the stool still for what seemed like days, back hunched down greatly, eyes closed but still aimed to the floor, even while in rest, his mind continuously going back to the conversation had.
Any tears he had welled up then, if any, were all dried.
His face wasn't one of sadness anymore, it was a mixture of neutral and content; mouth small and lips tight all while gray glasses frames hung from his face, dangling over his lap hanging onto him by only the friction of his ears.
His breathing was through his nose but slow, as expected from someone fast asleep, shoulders raising ever so slightly with each intake of air.
The sounded of typing started up once again as it had been throughout the during since Seven's 'outburst'. The typing of the hacker stopping for multiple reasons, he knew MC was sleeping, not only was the extreme lack of noise being an indicator the brunette wasn't doing something, but he had checked on him a few times also, pushing him back slightly as so he wouldn't fall over onto the floor and hurt himself.
A few times Seven had also tried to remove the brunettes' glasses to set them somewhere safe, but the times he had tried, MC had sleepily smacked his hand away until he stopped trying before said hand fell back into his lap, lacing fingers with the other.
The reason Seven had stopped typing this time, only starting his work just now, was to finish the food he had been preparing.
He had a feeling MC would not eat once he woke up, so he would give him a full reason to eat, a ready meal!
Seven was now only waiting for it to cool, once that happened, he would wake MC up, and push the sleepy brunette to the table to eat.
Knowing how long MC had been asleep for, roughly five hours, he would be in deep sleep, so, very sleepy after woken up, so in turn, Seven had made deformed bread rolls stuffed with some fish MC had bought on his first days with the RFA…
Depending how long it would take to fix the security system, Seven had the thought that he might need to take MC and go shopping for more food… it had been nearly 9 days since MC had went shopping and, he had noticed the brunette tried to eat little while he was here with him, most likely to make the food they had go farther.
It was still to dangerous to leave him alone if the need did come up, considering the new member had left to get him food, it was a kind gesture but, he still thought it was a foolish thing to do, at least MC was willing to have GPS put in his clothes, that was one less-
Buzz. Buzz…
What?
Buzz. Buzz…
Searching around, Seven saw his phone vibrating next to his laptop, the screen lit up revealing why it was buzzing, a phone call. A picture of a 2D animated unicorn on the screen with the name 'MC' under it. The brunette still hadn't changed his profile picture on the messenger for some reason…
Buzz. Buzz…
Buzz. Buzz…
Grabbing the phone, he waited another few seconds, the buzzing continuing before it hit him, MC was calling him.
Snapping around, Seven saw the stool where the brunette had been sitting minutes ago, was empty, pushed back under the table.
As he was putting the phone to his ear, the device configured to answer a call if he did so, he heard a quiet rustling from the kitchen. At least he knew where MC was…
"MC…?" He heard a hitch in the brunette voice "No… don't… don't say anything" No talking came after he said that, but he could somehow feel as though MC had nodded to him. Only the other males quiet breaths came through, the sound relaxing him enough to think of something to say next, as he hadn't thought of anything.
"I want to tell you something…" Seven thought back to the argument… could it be considered an argument? Either way, he thought back to it, and how he acted during it.
"I think I overreacted earlier… I just want to spend my days peacefully and without trouble but…" Seven sighed, decided to close his laptop for the time being, the sight of it bringing up emotions that were not needed for this conversation. "but, this is so hard, I feel I've become so sensitive and… I'm taking everything I'm feeling out on you"
Glancing at the archway that lead to the kitchen, Seven saw a snuff of brown before it disappeared back into the kitchen. He knew it to be MC but didn't give it any further thought. "I'm feeling so off lately… I don't even fully understand what I'm feeling right now… and with that, I don't know how to control them and it's so…!" Seven stopped for a moment, feeling himself getting worked up again, he needed to stay calm…
"It's so hard to control it… so, I'm sorry if… I hurt you in any way, really…"
"I was born into this world hurting people, like a prickly rose that none can hold or a one of those balloon fish… puffer fish, those things, I inflate whenever someone gets close enough to me, instead of inflating, I become cold, hoping to detour any who with to get close, so keep your distance"
"No, don't interrupt me and just listen" He felt a though MC was going to speak even before he said that, and it was right, another short breath as the male stayed silent.
Glancing back to the kitchen from the corner of his eye, Seven could see a tuff of brown sticking out again, this time more visible, part of a face was there as well, but only a single blue, glasses covered eye.
"So please deal with your useless feelings toward me, I'm not a good man, bad men like me shouldn't be with good people like you…" Seven made sure to turn towards MC, fully and directly staring into the one visible eye with every word he spoke, the cold message being send across through the phone and through their eyes.
"I'm sorry to say this but you deserve someone better than me" Continuing to stare, Seven saw something small well in MCs eye. He took a short breath before speaking again "Don't be sad… Even that… is a waste…"
"I need to hang up…"
Setting the phone down, Seven turned back to his computer, though no will inside of him to work, merely settling to stare at the closed device…
MC tucked himself back into the kitchen, previously dried tears refilling with new ones though being wiped away faster than they could fall.
Sighing, he grabbed the plate of bread rolls and sat on the ground, back pressed to the bottom of the counter.
Setting his phone on the floor beside himself, MC grabbed the bread roll, the warm feeling prickling at his skin, it was fresh. Though nothing was specifically labelled, he knew it was for him, going by what he thought the red heads thought process to be, he didn't feel hungry at all, despite eating very little that day.
Squeezing his eyes shut, MC forced himself to take a bite of the roll.
His shoulders dropped, the flakiness of the fish, although dry, mixed well with the moist bread, the fish gaining saturation from it, topped with salt, and although it added a dry feeling to both fish and bread, it made it, well, salty.
But before MC could register anymore of the roll, it was all gone, eaten.
And though it wasn't the tastiest thing he had eaten, it did have that sparkle to it, the sparkle that made it better knowing Seven had made it. The effort and thought put into it not going unnoticed by the brunette.
And… that was what Seven was telling him to give up on, that sparkle in him.
Although the hacker had told him himself how dangerous he was, even though he had experienced how dangerous he could be knowing his job and skills, none of that mattered to him. The only thing that mattered to him was Seven, was Luciel.
Everything he had experienced throughout life, every relationship, every friendship held nothing to how he felt to Luciel. Every hole he had was filled when chatting with him, in or out of the chatroom, something no other person could do. He wanted to smile every second he was with him.
He wanted nothing more than to be with him.
And he could tell Luciel felt the same, every time he was angry at him, like when he left the apartment earlier to get something for the red head, or for refusing to ignore him, he had belittled him, or yelled at him but… he knew Luciel felt just like how he did, he could see it through his anger, he had said words that did hurt him at the time but…
He could have said worse things, he could have been harsher in his words, choosing to say unruly things he knew would make him feel horrible or cry.
But…! Even in his brashest of outbursts the past days, like the one a few hours ago, with everything he said, every quick word spoken, he knew they were chosen carefully. Even if Luciel himself didn't know, through his eyes, he could see his pleading restraint. Restraint of not wanting to hurt him.
And that was what kept him going, Luciel's unknowing subconscious, the tiniest part of himself that wanted to love and be loved was what kept him continuing to fight for him.
It wasn't what he was in love with, but it was what gave him the fuel to keep fighting to love the red head.
Because he knew Luciel only had so many more hurdles to jump through until… things changed. He was certain… and he was determined and willing to push through anything to help him over those hurdles.
Setting his head back on the cabinet, his lips in a smile, he nodded to himself. He'd keep going, no matter what…!
Shifting on the ground, arms moving to lift himself up, MC was trying to think of something to do. He knew it most likely a good idea to head out into the living room so… maybe he'd clean up?
Looking around, it did show that Seven had mad a small mess while cooking…
As he grabbed his phone and made a move to stand, it buzzed once in his hand. Not truly wanting to clean, being to tired still to do that, he opened his phone.
'A new chatroom has opened!'
The notification flashed as he turned the device on, smiling, he clicked it, the messenger opening. Once the messenger loaded his UI popped up, showing he had 3 unread emails, he'd check and respond to those later, and a text message…
Deciding to look at the message, he opened that tab, at the top was a blank brown silhouette icon, the name 'Unknown', though no words were beside the profile picture, he went into the message log.
'Text log has been terminated by administrator'
That… was odd…
He guessed either Snow… Saeran, had hacked back in and deleted his text records, or Seven had. Either way, it was discomforting knowing that Seven had seen the very few messages Saeran had sent him…
Now he was feeling stressed slightly…
Leaving the text log, he went into the chatroom.
V was in!
MC has entered that chatroom
V: Since no ones here… I guess I'll just say this…
V: MC, you're here!
V: I didn't see you enter until just now…
Looking up from his phone he turned to the look towards the living room "Seven" The red head didn't respond "Luciel!" Still nothing… "V's in the chatroom!"
That had gotten a response, a quiet 'what' before some fumbling. Now MC just had to keep V from leaving before Seven could talk to him…
MC: V! Why are you here so late?
V: I am so sorry… for not being here and everything
V: I don't know how to apologize for putting you in danger
V: I have bad service, so I must be quick, I have something I have to tell everyone
707 has entered that chatroom
707: He was right, you are here, V
MC: He's finally here…
MC: V, not you Luciel…
V: Luciel! I'm glad you're here!
V: I wanted to talk to you…
707: Why didn't you answer my calls?
MC read from his phone, that chatroom, as V explained himself, the reason none of Seven's calls were answered was because V was apparently out in the mountains taking photographs and had bad service. All the while talking to Jumin on the phone, Seven was demanding to know why he hadn't called him, though he had successfully managed to calm the red head down, MC could tell he was still agitated…
After some talk of relocating him, V decided it would be best for him to stay with Seven until the party reasons being, the party was only three days away and it would be safer with him, in truth. He was a tad surprised to see V refer to him and 'him', guessed Seven didn't try to fool V with the 'new member is a girl' prank.
Though… things began to go down hill after V asked Seven for a personal favor, he asked him to not look through the drawers in the desk that held Rika's computer for they contained embarrassing letters he had Rika had sent to each other.
MC found it a bit cute how they had sent letters to one another.
But Seven apparently didn't think so and questioned V on why he thought he would snoop through the apartment.
V responded by saying he didn't want them brought up cause the memories would hurt him.
Quickly after that, Seven began to get frustrated, voicing his concerns in a way that would be sure to make V run away if he had the chance.
But before he could try to calm Seven again, he kept going. Saying how there weren't only letters at the apartment, but him and Seven.
Seven was getting increasingly more agitated the more he talked… he had to stop him and allow V to answer the already asked questions…
MC: Luciel! Be calm, please, let's both listen to V, please?
707: …
V: Yes, please listen to me Luciel…
V: RFA's safety is my top priority. You would know this if you think about everything we have gone through
707: I did a couple day ago, but now I don't know
V: I understand what you are feeling, but let's try and stay calm, alright?
V: Whatever you are misunderstanding, don't worry, I will take care if everything
707: … In that 'everything' you just mentioned
707: Is Saeran included there?
V: What?
From there, it spiralled down. Seven explained the events of yesterday, from seeing Saeran standing in front of MC, the window broken, to the moment he ran out the door.
Seven demanded to know where V thought Saeran was, and what he was doing since V was apparently supposed to watch over him.
V gave no answers, only dodging the questions thrown to him which only served to increase not only Seven's, but MCs doubt in V.
But despite everything that was happening in the chatroom, MC didn't attempt to intervene, he knew Seven needed ask these questions and wouldn't let anything stop him.
As Seven began to… lose it… V, saying once again he didn't have good service, left the chatroom…
MC: He… must have really bad service…
707: I don't know if he really lost service, or just wanted to avoid me…
707: No
707: I don't care whichever it is…
707: Since
707: I don't trust V anymore
MC: Luciel… are you okay?
707 has left the chatroom
Peeking out of the kitchen, MC saw a small cat move up beside Seven, it's head churning up at an angle too unnatural for it to be a real cat.
"God Seven, God Seven! I sense you are depressed meow!" the cat… spoke? "I automatically turn on when I sense depression meow!"
Oh! That must be the cat robot Seven was talking about a few days ago…
"The source of depression is bad service meow, I analyzed meow!"
Chuckling, MC watched as Seven pushed it away from himself with his hand- "Shut up"
"Cheer up meow! Me, Meowy, does not lose service meow!" -Only to have it roll up to him again, it's head bumping into Sevens leg.
Sighing, he picked it up and looked at its underside "Be quiet… how do I turn this off…" With another sigh he set it back down on the floor, the robot facing away from it. Its head turned up and stared at MC to which he gave it a small wave and smile.
"That robot, you made it then" Seven turned to face him, light surprise on his face as he stepped out of the kitchen.
"Don't worry about it, hey, cat robot, go away" Seven tried nudging it away but every time he did it kept rolling back
"I can't leave once I sense depression mew! Cheer up Meow!"
As cute as the cat robot was, MC could see Seven was getting annoyed with it, the red head had already started grumbling under his breath so, not wanting any harm to come to the robot, he decided to intervene, stepping towards Seven as he did.
"Meowy, let's stay quiet for now, okay?" He smiled as it peered up at him.
"That is a voice I must absolutely obey meow, that is how I am programmed, system shutting down meow…!" MC stared at the robot as its head lowered, eyes dimming. He felt his own face grow warmer, the robo-cat was programmed to absolutely listen to him?
Seven sighed in relief as he pushed it away.
MC sat himself down on the couch facing Seven who was still sitting in the corner, only now he wasn't facing the wall, but was turned outwards towards the rest of the apartment.
After both sat quietly, MC broke the silence "Things didn't go well with V… Are you okay?"
The red head stayed silent or a few moments more before turning his whole body to face MC. Wind from the window that had been fixed earlier that day but left open for air circulation blowing Seven's hair across his face.
"MC…"
The brunette hummed in attention, continuing to offer Seven a small smile in hopes of comforting him.
As Seven saw the attempt to comfort him, he could see MCs intentions as clear as glass, he turned away "I know it's odd of me to say this after I've told you stop paying attention to me…" Glancing back to MC, he could see his smiling slowly getting larger…
"Stop getting your hopes up… I'm not saying anything other than this, don't trust what V says, you shouldn't let yourself be fooled by mere words" Watching MCs smile disappear made Seven close his eyes, not wanting to see MC.
"I know I can't control who you trust or talk to but… it's just a well-advised suggestion, god…" Seven ran a hand through his hair, tugging at some loose strands as he did "I don't think you should be involved with the RFA…"
Seven had his headphones on him, handing around his neck and plugged in to his phone. He began tugging on the cord as he stood up, moving so he could see the wooden desk from where he stood "He told me not to open those drawers because there's something in them…" He pointed to the desk, four drawers built into the front of it "An alarm will ring if someone like you opens it…"
"I did get an alarm a few days ago though…" Seven pointed a finger to MC who looked at him puzzled "You opened one of cabinets, movie cabinets, only reason I didn't call you was because I knew it was just movies…" the culprit looked away, embarrassed while muttering an apology.
Seven didn't see any need to give that part of the conversation any more thought so he returned it to his original point "I can control the alarms, so if I want to, I can look in everything… I'm sure of it, V logged in because he knows that and knows I'm here"
Hearing MC clear his throat, he turned back to him who, in turn, looked up at him, blue eyes meeting amber once more "Are you going to open the drawers?"
Seven shook his head in response "I will some day but… not today, I feel like I've enough drama today… with my trust in V broken, I'm… just barely keeping sane right now…" The hacker ran both of his hands over his face, pushing up his glasses to rub at his eyes as he did.
"Luciel, is the really nothing I can do to help?"
Seven stopped in the middle of rubbing his eyes and sighed, dropping his hands he started tugging at his headphones cord again "No, it's nothing… I made him worry again" He muttered the last part to himself all while trying to avoid looking too tired.
"I fell I should shutdown instead of the cat" he nudged said cat with his floor, the thing falling over when he did.
Quickly shaking his head and taking a deep breath, the actions giving him a tad more energy to talk before burying himself in work, he took a step to MC "Anyways, don't worry about the drawer, I'll take care of that"
"I think there might really be letters in there, I mean, it's a possibility"
Hearing that, Seven felt his shoulders drop, the energy he had just given himself vanished in an instant leaving him tired once more, not physically tired, but tired with the person in front of him, MC "MC… you're very innocent and naïve, you know that? In situations like this, I fear you'd be very easy for others to manipulate and exploit"
"From now on, I think you should forget about everything related to the RFA. Forget about the party" With another sigh, Seven ran his hand through his hair once more before glancing at the computer on the desk, Rika's computer.
"You'll… you'll only be in danger because of me… because of us, so as soon as I'm done with this hacker situation, leave the RFA, and… don't look back" He started back to his laptop in the corner, the line on the ground even more faded.
"Seven… why… are you deciding what I should do…?" MC's face turned into a frown, eyes becoming glossy.
Seven did not turn around as he sat in front of his computer, opened it, and began typing "Because I know a lot more about the RFA than you do…"
"Then tell me what I need to know" MC interrupted.
"…"
"I can't, I'm not going to put you in danger anymore, just… go watch cat videos or something…"
MC looked down to the floor for a moment before turning back to Seven, he started towards him at a slow pace.
"Just- stop… stop trying to get close to me MC, whatever you do, I'll refuse it, I won't let you get close to me… you'll only get hurt, if you're not completely stupid you know that, let's just stop talking about this…" MC shook his head, hair flinging on his face and in his vision to which he brushed them aside.
"I love you Seven, I have since I first saw you in the chatroom, laughing, making jokes, sharing our thoughts through the camera…" He saw Seven tense as he continued to speak "I haven't had anyone else who makes me feel this way before, this happy or warm-hearted, so please" he reached an arm out to touch Seven's shoulder "let me help-"
Turning around Seven smacked MC's arm away, looking furious.
"I told you to stop bothering me…! I don't care how you feel about me!" He stood up, looking up at a surprised MC.
"Did you forget about the bomb you're with? Me and the RFA have done nothing but put you in danger, and the danger you'd be in would grow tenfold by being with or trying to be with someone like me!"
He began to step forward, forcing MC to take large steps back as he shook.
"S- Seven…" his voice quiet.
"Can't you see this MC, there is no chance of you ever being safe by even talking to me, so this isn't even close to the time to be talking about your feelings, you should be more focused on staying alive with the basic instincts you clearly seem to be lacking!"
By now both had stepped away from Seven's corner and MC's legs were pressed against the side of the bed.
Taking some deep breaths MC kept his eyes trained on Seven's. He raised one of his hands and lightly touched Seven's hand, Seven quickly looked at him trying to make contact and pulled away before roughly pushed MC onto the bed and turning away.
"How can you be so damn calm in this situation?! You are in a life or death situation right now, you should be panicked, scared, terrified for your life, so, why aren't you?!" Seven yelled as he stepped more towards the table, his turned back to MC, who was now sitting on the poorly made bed.
"If you are in danger because of me again… I- I'll-" He groaned loud before running both hands through his hair.
MC brought both of his legs onto the bed, sitting with them both crossed underneath him as he stared at Seven, feeling something run down his face.
It hurt him to see the person he cared for push him away, in both the emotional and physical sense…
"S-" MC cleared his throat trying to hold back some tears, Seven was changing him… why couldn't he just let him help him?
"Luciel… I know you want me to be safe… but please, don't push me away, I can't handle it, just let me help you, please" He stood up and shakily started walking over towards the angry redhead.
Seven scowled at MC "Think what you want, but stop it, once this hacker fiasco is over I won't be seeing you again" He turned towards his computer for a moment before looking back to MC, his mind ignorant with anger to register the low guilt he already felt for what he was about to say.
"And… why do you think I would even want to be with someone so... emotional like you, or… a guy at all at that?!" Seven put more force into the last part of his sentence.
Seven saw MC's eyes widen slightly, more tears present in his eyes at that second than before. Seven's face changed for a second as he noticed some tears unwillingly falling down MC's face, he went back to scowling.
"Damn it… stop looking at me like that…" he muttered something under his breath before turning and walking towards the door that lead to the hallway.
"I'm going into the hall, don't worry about me, I'll come back when you're asleep so sort your damn emotions out, ok?"
"Luciel… please, don't…!" MC was cut off by the door slamming behind him, he lowered the arm he had outstretched to the closed door…
He stared at the door for some time before moving to the kitchen and weakly pulling a banana from the bunch sitting on the counter he forgot to put away.
Dragging his feet on the floor, he made his way to the desk that held Rika's computer, grabbed a pen from the cup next to it along with a sticky note, he wrote a message on the note before moving away, leaving the pen abandoned on the desk.
He went over to Seven's corner, feet passing over the faded line Seven had drawn, the unwilling tears still falling down his face, his own mind ebbing away at the restraint he put up to not break down then and there. Kneeling, MC placed the yellow fruit in front of Sevens computer and the note beside it.
'Don't skip your meals'
- MC
With a quiet, strangled sob, he wiped some tears from his cheeks and stepped into the bedroom at the other end of the apartment, wishing for once, that the room had a door to close…
Not bothering to change into any of the clothes Seven had sent over some days ago, he crawled into bed, pulling the blanket over his shaking body until it covered himself completely and squeezed his eyes shut tight, hoping to stop the tears from falling.
Sadly, they did not.