Seven knocked on the door of Zen's house, hoping that he had some liquor.
"Seven. You look upset, what's wrong?" Zen asked once he opened the door.
"Nothing. Do you have any alcohol?"
Zen's eyes widened. "Alcohol? You never drink. What's going on?"
"So you don't have any?" Seven ignored him. "I'll just go ask Jumin or Jaehee." He turned around to leave.
"Hey. You can talk to me. Whatever is going on, I am here for you." Zen put his hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah, you are. But it doesn't matter. It'll all just reset..." He walked away and back to his car.
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Without any warning, Seven knocked on Jumin's door next.
"Seven. What are you doing here? Is something wrong with MC?" He asked.
"Oh. So you're the one she fell in love with... Uh, no. She's fine. I just came by to borrow some alcohol. Do you have any?"
"I do, but I am not letting you drink when you're this depressed." He told him. "And what do you mean she fell in love with me? We hardly ever talk."
"Really? Oh. Well, I promise not to drink too much."
"Seven, go home. Please don't do this to yourself."
Seven sighed. "Fine."
"Actually, why don't you go see MC? She's the most optimistic out of all of us. If anyone can cheer you up, it's her."
"Yeah. Thanks Jumin." Seven walked back to his car.
MC was the last person that he wanted to see. It was all because of her. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't have realized that his life was a lie. He wondered that if she hadn't played the game... would he be there? Would he exist?
He didn't even bother going to Yoosung's. He only drank on especially rare occassions and when he did, he'd have to go out and buy it. With some trouble. They never believed him when he told the cashier his age. Even with identification. Plus, he would just ask a lot of questions that Seven wasn't in the mood to answer.
Jaehee was the same. Even with all of the stress that she's constantly under with working for Jumin, she hardly ever drank. She was also extremely caring, just like the rest of the members. So many questions... not enough energy.
"I guess MC is the best option at this point." He sighed. "I just want to go, drink, and get the fuck out."
He knocked on the door to Rika's apartment and MC answered.
"Seven!" She exclaimed. "I-is there something you need?"
"Do you have any liquor?" He asked, obviously emotionally drained.
"Yeah, but, why do you need it? You don't drink."
He pushed past her. "Like you know anything about me. I just came here for the alcohol. So, no small talk. I'll get it and leave."
She closed the door. "I don't trust you to drink when you're like this. If you're going to drink, I will supervise you." She walked over to the kitchen, "Now sit down. I'll get it for you."
He sighed and sat on the couch.
She brought over two glasses of wine, and a paper with some writing on it.
"What is this?" Seven asked.
"Just read it." She said. She sounded kind of scared.
He was confused, but could sense the fear in her voice so he read it more carefully.
"The game is trying to control you. I can't verbally tell you, so this is the only way. I apologize for acting weird, but if I tried to explain everything, the game would crash. You all would disappear, and so would I... Ask whatever questions you have on this paper. I'll try to answer them the best I can."
He looked back up at her with shock. "MC... wh-"
"Don't say anything!" She covered his mouth with her hand. "Write it on the paper."
He put the glass of wine down on the coffee table and picked up the pen.
He had so many questions that he didn't know where to start. What happened to Saeran? Why could he remember when no one else could? Why did the same week reset? What the hell was "the game"? He finally settled on one.
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Hey, you guys. Jamie042304 here. I apologize for the time gaps and the length of the chapters. I thought I had it all figured out, but apparently I didn't. *nervous laughter* I am still uploading two chapters at a time. If you have anything you'd like to say, PLEASE comment! I love to hear your opinions! Bye, and thanks for reading! :)