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kusukixcrystal · 8 months

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MM Classpecting: 707

Zen Classpect

Yoosung Classpect

Jaehee Classpect

Jumin Classpect

Saeyoung's ended up being one of the longest. I had as much difficulty classpecting him as I did with Zen.

Personality/General Info: Outwardly, outgoing, cheerful, and bizarre. He pranks Yoosung and makes fun of everyone (including himself). Jokester. Likes cars, cats, and hacking. Inwardly, he is depressed and serious and thinks nothing good will happen to him. Afraid to endanger people due to his job and past. Will express affection to MC when convinced that she accepts him for who he is. At the end of the route, he returns to who he is but toned down. Like a mix of both. Catholic. Is a genius hacker, and can be very logical at times. Likes to crossdress and is canonically attracted to both men and women! Loves space, constantly talking about going to the moon during Christmas DLC.

Seven wanted to change his future. When he and his twin were hidden from the world due to his Prime Minister father, he took it upon himself to learn hacking from a book, and promised Saeran they would run away together. Took on a new name when he started working as a hacker. Was not allowed to take Saeran. He refused at first, but after a lot of convincing from V, left Saeran with them.

LOVES Saeran. So much. In the SEs, he still takes care of him even when he tries to kill him. Wants to protect everyone in the RFA which is why he doesn’t let them get too close to him beyond the happy-go-lucky surface. Made a twitter bot to post Zen’s selfies. He wants to help Zen’s career. Good friends with Yoosung, playing pranks on him all the time. Jaehee is exasperated with him, but she acknowledges that he is a genius and does care about him. Jumin is displeased by the way he treats Elly, but still cares about his well being.

He constantly tries to protect others. His twin Saeran from his mother. MC from the hacker threat. Tries to protect the whole RFA by not divulging his identity. Seven used to be a serious workaholic with a robotic personality who studied during the day, worked at night, and barely slept. This all changed when Seven received a floppy disk with Saeran's smiling photographs on his 20th Birthday from Rika, showing how happy Saeran was after Seven left.

Role in Narrative: He is always the one fending off the hacker trying to get into the RFA app. Is connected to V and Rika. His role is huge in the main story, the SEs being largely about the twins as well as V/Rika.

Active or Passive: In his route he actively goes to the apartment and confronts Unknown. His character conflict is balancing between protecting people and keeping them at a distance. This makes him severely depressed and lonely. He deprives himself from the things he wants, doing things to benefit others and push them away if that protects them. He is passive because everything he does is for others.

For Saeyoung I will present the Class, then the Aspect, then I will explain how it all applies to him.

Classpect - Knight of Space: One who serves Space, or serves through Space for others.

This is what the Hiveswap Extended Zodiac has to say about the Space Aspect:

"Those bound to the aspect of Space are, as the name suggests, concerned with the big picture. They are patient, masters of the art of 'wait-and-see', and are inclined to take things as they come. That isn't to say that they're pushovers or willing to let injustice lie-they just choose their battles wisely, understanding that sometimes you have to let something burn to the ground in order to build it back better and stronger than before. To this effect, they tend to be innovators, concerned with creation and redemption. Catch them recycling the old to make the new, the fresh, and the beautiful. For the Space-bound, the journey is as, if not more, important than the destination; how they do something is as important as what they do. At their best, they are steady, impartial, and creative. At their worst, they can be detached, apathetic, and vague."

I personally think Space symbolizes distance, isolation, size, shape, creation and growth.

How this all applies to Saeyoung: HE’S A KNIGHT OF SPACE AHHHHHH As a Knight, Saeyoung would be lacking Space in his story. When he was a child, he lived in a cramped house with his twin and mother. If you consider the beginning of his story to be when he’s in his 20s, his bunker is messy, space taken up by junk. He is the most isolated RFA member physically and emotionally distant (we aren’t counting V). He puts up a front as a jokester, which isn’t a complete lie, but he is hiding his true self. He’s a secret agent with a dangerous job, with a twin brother out there that he needs to protect and is hiding from his father who wants to kill him. Of course, he is going to keep a deliberate distance. Before MC joins the RFA we don’t see Saeyoung in many pictures with the RFA, an example being during Yoosung’s graduation where he couldn’t attend due to being abroad. He is vague and mysterious.

Also Saeyoung’s outfits. I argue he’s the member we see with the most outfit variation. We could word this in another way: he changes his physical form/way he looks constantly. The outfits he wears are sometimes even bizarre. We find out he has to crossdress for his job as a secret agent, and often as a woman due to his small stature. A tendency to be found within Space Players is changing their physical form/look to reach their ideal selves. This is sort of reflected at the end of 707’s route, with him discarding his hoodie and going for white and black shirts, symbolizing his shift in personality (from 707/Luciel to just Saeyoung). Basically, he reaches his ideal form/self by the end of everything in the SEs. This is permanently reflected in his being referred to as Saeyoung Choi from now on.

Another connection he has to space is his love for cats. He loves Elizabeth the 3rd and wants to foster life, a recurring theme with Space players. They are in charge of creating the Genesis Frog, after all. But he’s bad at it, only hurting Elly whenever he’s near her. He builds robot cats and dogs instead, an artificial form of life. When it comes to the dog robot, I believe he builds things when he’s stressed out. He builds the cat for MC and it detects when someone is stressed and goes to comfort them. Again, Saeyoung made something to benefit someone else, and it is an artificial form of life. Perhaps a part of him creates these toys out of loneliness, due to how many years he spent separated from Saeran. This is a constant theme for Space, to be distanced from the people they love either willingly or by fate.

He experiences true and utter loneliness for a period of time. We hear about this from Vanderwood, and how before he received that floppy disk from Rika with the pictures of Saeran, he used to be a robot working day and night. No emotions. Usually, for Space players, this isolation needs to happen so that they gain a deeper understanding of Space. This understanding would help them work toward reaching their ideal selves.

Another way Saeyoung is distanced from everyone is his genius status as a hacker, mechanic, and his interests. Jaehee and Zen are mostly confused by his jokes and antics. Jumin and Saeyoung share their love for cats, but Saeyoung’s treatment of Elly puts a wedge between them. Yoosung and Saeyoung both like LOLOLOL but Saeyoung is a better player, and has a lot going for him outside of it. He is an eccentric person with abilities and interests that can seem unusual (cross-dressing and being a genius programmer). This isolates him from normal people.

The Space imagery going on with him, too, adds to this. He is surrounded by this Aspect constantly. His character arc in the end is beating this loneliness and isolation by reaching out to MC. This then further breaks his isolation by closing the distance between himself and everyone he loves (RFA and Saeran). He acts as a Knight of Space by Serving Space to others. Namely, giving Space between himself and others for their safety.

I think that this is a struggle for the Space bond, they are adept with things within their reach, taking direct and physical action. If it's out of their reach, it is near impossible for them to do anything. He has limited reach over things that are not his domain due to his father hunting him, causing him to become isolated. The things within his domain (programming, building robots, secret agent stuff) he takes direct and physical action. Stuff other than that, it's basically impossible for him to have.

Knights utilize their Aspect earlier compared to other classes, just like how Saeyoung was able to pick up programming rather quickly. He uses his programming to serve the RFA. He works for the agency for Saeran’s sake, and you could argue that programming requires some level of creativity, where you have to adapt with your coding. Space is about growth and creation, taking something that is already there and making it into something new. You could argue the process of working with code as a programmer requires Saeyoung to do just that. He also does this with the dog robot/toys. Growth for Space includes physical and emotional, and we see this in his route. Saeyoung grows to realize that distancing himself from MC Isn’t the way to protect her, and is just hurting her more. Finding out V lied to him, Saeyoung comes to realize what is truly important to him. He repairs the cat robot he made for MC (Space, Space, Space) and they vow to go off to save Saeran. He adopts his real name by that point, symbolizing his growth. He now wants to save and protect the RFA, MC, and Saeran (Knight, Knight, Knight).

EDIT: Also as a Knight of Space, even the career that Saeyoung wants is connected to his role. He tells MC in his route that he wants to become a toy maker. Creation is one of the facets of Space, and making toys and selling them is basically him Serving Space.

He completes his journey as the Knight of Space in the SEs, ultimately getting a happy ending. He triumphed over the antagonistic forces within the narrative and broke away from the isolation plaguing the Space bond. He reaches his ideal self and changes his name to Saeyoung Choi.

Now that we did the 5 main routes, the next posts will get into the antagonists of MM! Saeran was... very difficult to classpect to say the least.

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wavehq · 7 months

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enjoy limitless possibilities here in celestire islands, saeyoung choi ( mystic messenger ), where you can start the new life you've always longed for. make sure you read the checklist, as we'll be sending the discord link through ims! enjoy your new dream, niko!

( mystic messenger (video game), dupes not allowed. yang jungwon, he/him, cis male. ) ——- hey, is that ( 707 ) hanging around ( lunalia automotive repair )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( 21 ) year old ( hacker ) and ( learning programming languages, browsing cool car pictures on the internet )? they’re notorious for being ( happy-go-lucky ) yet ( avoidant ), and i always seem to hear ( 뱅뱅뱅 ) by ( BIGBANG ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( planting (harmless) viruses in library computers ), and they’re associated with ( bloody scenes depicted in stained glass, heat radiating off a computer screen, convenience store aisles with bright packaging ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( leaving his brother behind ), but it must have just been a bad dream. // — [ niko, 19 / pst, he/they. ]

#multifandom rp #discord rp #appless rp #panfandom rp #mystic messenger rp #whq.accept

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051093 · 4 years

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shaking faith | 707

wc: 2958

pairing: saeyoung “707″ choi x reader

genre: canon compliant, angst w/ smidge of fluff, mutual pining, sad fic for sad boy

description: in which he comes to check on you after a fight, only to find you asleep — and he confesses things he shouldn’t have.

my masterlist.

Saeyoung has more work than ever, and he can’t do any of it.

Every time he finds himself close to being productive, his memory betrays him, bringing him back to fated encounter with Saeran a few days ago. His long lost twin brother with hair the color of cream and coral, turquoise irises like black holes. You, your back pressed against Saeran’s chest, your neck lodged in the crook of his arm as he threatened your life. The sentence you cried out, your frightened eyes swimming with tears—

I love you!

“Fuck,” he hisses, nimble hands lifting from the keyboard to knot in his crimson hair.

Try as he might, he can’t forget how your words made him feel: how high his heart leapt, how a tide of fierce happiness seemed to soothe every ache in his body. When the syllables left your lips, everything was okay, and you were just two young adults in love. He wanted so badly to cross the room and sweep you into his arms like he should’ve done on day one, to hold you close and promise you he’d spend the rest of his life shielding you from harm.

But the fantasy only lasted a few meager seconds, and reality returned like a dagger to his stomach: your life was in danger and Saeran was deranged. And both were his fault.

After Saeran had left and the countdown stopped, Saeyoung was left with a horrible clutter of emotions he couldn’t decipher, his head swimming with fear, confusion, hatred, betrayal, and hope all at once. He went into overdrive, like his laptop sometimes did when he had too many programs running, and he ran the last command he could: yelling at you.

“Luciel…” He hated that name but loved the way you said it then, so fondly and kindly that it filled his frozen heart with warmth. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to help?”

“No,” he snapped back. “Not only that, but I don’t think you should be in the RFA anymore. Forget about us. Forget about the party. As soon as it’s safe, leave.”

Even without looking at you, he sensed the flash of hurt in your expression. “Why are you deciding my future?”

“Because I know what’s best for you.” He closed his eyes, exasperated. “Look, you’re free to do whatever you want, but my thoughts won’t change.”

“What are your thoughts?”

“This is nothing for a person like you to get involved in.” He swiveled, eyes ablaze. “ I am nothing for a person like you to get involved with. You’ll only get hurt, you understand me?”

“I’d like to decide that for myself,” you responded coolly.

“Then you’re asking for it,” he snarled. “The darkness, the loneliness, the heartbreak, the demons. When you’re engulfed in these things because of me, you’ll remember that you were stupid enough to want it.”

“I want you.” Your response came through louder and clearer than anything Saeyoung could’ve spat through his lying teeth. “I want you. Let me help you fight these demons. Let me guide you out of this darkness.”

“That’s…impossible,” he muttered, averting his gaze. “I need to work. Don’t bother me.”

You stood up from your seat, making long, confident strides across the apartment until you were standing so close that he could smell the lovely scent of your hair.

“Aren’t you being too one-sided?” You breathed. “What am I supposed to do about my feelings for you?”

His heart danced with a maddening flutter, but his face told a different story, contorting with rage. “I said don’t bother me!”

He hated the way you flinched and stepped back into the kitchen counter. He hated how sad you looked. He hated himself.

“I don’t care about your feelings, alright?” He spat. “Get your priorities straight. You’re living with a bomb right now.”

“Luciel—”

“You could’ve died today.” His voice cracked. “It’s not the time to think about your feelings for me. Just worry about staying alive, will you?”

You only blinked back. He wished he could shake some sense into you, he was so frustrated, but he knew he couldn’t—he couldn’t keep himself at a single touch.

“How can you be so naive? So calm?” He sighed deeply. “Please, Y/N, for the first time in your life, put yourself first. If you ever get hurt, I’ll…” He forgot how to speak. “I’ll…”

“I know,” you said, quietly but firmly, “that this is your way of caring about me.”

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed, but his voice lacked resolve and you both knew it. “You’re free to think whatever you want, because we’ll never see each other again once this hacker thing is resolved. Just do yourself a favor in the meantime: stop wasting your emotions on me.”

You looked like you wanted to touch him too, your hand twitching at your side, and he would’ve liked nothing more than for you to cradle his jaw with a caring hand, to smooth away the creases of stress in his face. But he was glad you didn’t.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Like he held all the stars in the sky, like he was the only man in the world. He turned, drawing his jacket closer to his chest. “God, this won’t do. I’m going out to the hallway and I’ll come back when you’re asleep. Sort yourself out in the meantime.”

Unable to look at you another time, he left the apartment, pacing in the hallway and muttering to himself agitatedly. He came back a few hours later to a dimly lit and silent apartment, indicators that you’d indeed fallen asleep. He drew out a chair, opened his laptop, and tried to work, juggling restoring the apartment’s security algorithm and getting Vanderwood and the agency off his ass. But it’s been a vicious cycle of almost focusing, remembering you love him, and losing any sense of concentration all over again, and he’s starting to think he won’t get anything done tonight no matter how much longer he spends staring at his screen.

He closes his laptop, turns off the light, and, without really thinking, makes his way to your room.

Cast in the soft glow of a night light, you’ve been reduced to a lump under the blanket in your unconscious state. Saeyoung slips soundlessly past the door and stands by your pillow, his golden gaze taking in the long lashes splayed against your cheeks, the subtle rise and fall of your breathing, the tousled hair that shrouds your face.

For as long as he’s known you, you’ve been headstrong, bold, outspoken; incredibly, unconditionally kind, always standing up for what you think is right. In the last few days, especially, you’ve been hovering over Saeyoung’s shoulder despite him begging you not to, drilling into his head to please use you as a resource; to let you help; to let you into his head and his heart. Between planning the party, communicating with the other R.F.A. members, and nagging at Saeyoung, you haven’t even stopped to take a breath. And his heart aches with contentment, so much that it nearly physically hurts, to see you so peaceful.

He comes to a crouch, and just being so close to you brings a flush of color to his cheeks. You’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen no matter what expression you’re wearing, but you look younger now that your face is absent of worry or sadness. He wishes he could capture your innocence right now and store it away in a place where the dangers of the world can never taint it.

He’d do anything to keep you from harm, to keep you so undisturbed, even if it means taking the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“Y/N,” he breathes, your name hardly a whisper on his tongue. “You’re asleep.”

You don’t stir. Again, so naturally he barely thinks beforehand, he sweeps your hair from your face with a gentle hand, tucking the stray locks behind your ear.

“You’ve been talking all day, but you’re so quiet when you’re sleeping,” he continues. “You’re so damn weird, you know that? I had to have hurt you by saying all those things, but you still manage to be so bright…”

And thank goodness you’re asleep, because the way he’s looking at you right now and the tenderness in his words contradict everything he shouted at you earlier today.

“You’re so genuine and honest. And I’m just complicated and two-faced.” He takes a deep breath. “The 707 from the chatroom is optimistic, supportive, friendly…but that’s just a mask. This icy person, Saeyoung, is me. My background, my upbringing — everything about me is so dark and pessimistic that I will always be incapable of making you happy, no matter how much I wish I could. I want you to know that.

“You should get angry at me,” he mutters. “I wish you would once in a while. But no, you just have to be so understanding all the time. I can’t believe you’re real sometimes — that one person can be so wonderful, that I got so lucky to meet you.

“God, what am I doing? I — I clearly need to get some sleep. But before I go, I want to tell you this, Y/N, regardless of whether you can hear me or not.

“Don’t trust me.” He fights to keep his voice steady. “Don’t trust me, don’t trust V, and don’t trust anyone in the R.F.A. Please be less nice to me, so it’ll hurt less when I have to disappear. And, when I do, forget about me and be happy. Please. You have to be happy, okay?”

His trembling hand finds yours beneath the blanket and he squeezes gently, an unspoken farewell. He stays that way for a few heartbeats longer, then rises from his crouch and turns around, padding back towards the door.

“Saeyoung?”

His knees nearly give out from beneath him, he’s so shocked to hear your voice.

“Saeyoung,” you say again, and he slowly turns around, his breath batted.

Your beautiful eyes meet his, the blanket falling a little lower as you sit up. You’re wearing a white blouse that leaves your lovely neck and shoulders on full display. You’re so damn beautiful, your skin and hair set aglow by the soft light behind you, an angel sitting barely-clothed in bed with his name dangling from your sweet lips. He’s absolutely gutted. And panicked , because he’s nowhere near ready to have this conversation with you right now.

“How much did you hear?”

You hesitate. “Every word.”

He starts to turn away, face flushing with embarrassment.

“You don’t have to talk,” you say, and he stops in his steps. “I just…want to be with you tonight.”

He swallows around a dry throat. “I don’t think — ”

“Today was really scary,” you say, your voice softening. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep if I don’t have company.”

He stands still for what feels like entire minutes, his lower lip between his teeth, every limb in his body gravitating toward you but his head screaming at him to stay put.

“Please, Saeyoung?”

But his resolve crumbles around him like snow.

He sinks into the mattress beside you, his hands quivering with nervous energy. The two of you sit in silence for a few moments more, his amber eyes locked with yours as if asking what’s next. Then, there’s a rustle of blankets, a soft sigh — and you’ve wound your arms around his neck.

He caves at your slightest touch, and you feel the way the tension leaves his body, his shoulders sagging as you draw him close. He burrows his face in the crook of your neck and breathes in the sweet scent of your skin; relishes in your feather-light hands tracing comforting circles on his back, the warmth from your body and comfort from your care. You hold him tightly enough that he can’t slip away, gently enough that he won’t break, and, maybe for the first time in his whole life, he feels cared for. Protected.

The sound of your pulse nearly drowns out the sound of your voice, you’re speaking so quietly. “Is this okay?”

“This is perfect.” Saeyoung murmurs. He curls an arm around your waist, his hand accidentally riding up the hem of your blouse to brush against the warm, bare skin beneath, and he blushes a deep red that makes his hair look monochrome. “You’re perfect.”

He feels your breath catch in your throat, your heart skip a beat. “You can’t say things like that if you don’t want me to fall for you.”

“I know,” he sighs. “It just slipped out.”

For a while, the two of you lay in silence, wrapped up in each other’s arms with legs entwined beneath the covers, hearts beating in a rapid but perfect unison. Your fingers comb through his silky hair, your touch so soft and affectionate that Saeyoung’s eyelids begin to feel heavy, all of the troubling thoughts in his mind replaced by all that you are. It’s not until he begins to drift off does your voice taint the room’s silence once more.

“It’s not Seven or Luciel that I have feelings for, you know.” A beat. “It’s Saeyoung.”

And he’s wide awake again.

“The boy who came to my rescue recently. The boy who can be cold sometimes, but only because he cares so much that he feels as if he’ll drown in it all. His line of work forbids him from having friends and family, but he does — and he loves them more than anything, and he knows being friends with him will put them in danger.” You swallow. “He knows being in love with him is basically a death sentence.

“But he's worth it. Because danger is nothing compared to everything else that comes with being by his side: care, protection, kindness, laughter, and so much happiness.”

You dust a hand beneath his jaw, tilting his chin up so you can gaze into his eyes, and his heart is hammering so hard he swears you can feel it through the material of his T-shirt.

“I meant what I said earlier. It wasn’t just a spur-of-the-moment, impulsive declaration,” you whisper. “I love you.”

His breath hitches in his throat, his blood running cold, but the way his heart sings is unmistakable. He feels the same way and he knows it, no matter how hard he’ll try denying the truth.

“And I understand if you can’t feel the same way, but I only ask that, if this really is as temporary as you say, that you remember me.” Your voice trembles. “To remember, years from now, how my heart and my soul once belonged to you. How you once made me feel like I could fly. Like I was safe.”

Saeyoung hears your words echo long after you’ve finished talking. Everything about this has him approaching sensory overload — your confession, your fingers brushing his hair out of his face, your dilated pupils and breathy tone, the feeling of your skin beneath his hands and the tip of your nose just brushing his. In his stomach, a fire ignites where there’s only ever been small flames, and he does the only thing he can think of doing, the only thing he wants to do so badly that he no longer can control himself.

He closes the distance between you and kisses you, his hands tense on your hips and his face burning. For a horrible second, he wonders if he’s overstepped his boundary, if you’re ready — but then you begin to kiss him back, and the fire grows like it never has. Your lips part and he loses all consciousness aside from the taste of your mouth, the wonderful pressure that has him reeling. Your hands navigate his skin until they flutter to the sides of his neck, your thumbs grazing his jaw and coaxing him into a blissful stupor. His entire world reduces down to you and you only, your lips so incredibly soft and sweet, and he kisses you slowly but deeply, melting into your touch.

The curious way kisses do, this one comes to its natural end in time. He leans his forehead against yours and the two of you stay there in a comfortable but sad silence, his fingers lacing through yours reassuringly.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he murmurs, his amber gaze so soft and loving that you have no trouble believing him at all. “You already knew that, I think, but I really do, so much that it scares me. And I’m sorry that this has to be so complicated. I hope you understand that I have to be cautious, as much for your sake as my own.

“But I’m done pushing you away,” he promises. “Because now that I know you feel the same way, I can’t lose you like I’ve lost everyone else. I’ve learned that the world doesn’t seem quite so bleak with you around. You make me happier and give me strength more than anyone I’ve ever known.” He cradles your hair, looking at you with all the sincerity and affection in the world. “It will be difficult, and there are so many things we need to figure out first, but we’ll get there. I’m sure of it.” He leans his forehead against yours. “There’s nothing I can’t do with you beside me.”

You lean in and seal his promise with one last lingering kiss. The two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms that night, basked in a loving, safe warmth that you’ll find out all too soon is only fleeting.

#707 x reader #luciel x reader #707 x mc #saeyoung x mc #saeyoung x reader #luciel x mc #mystic messenger #mystic messenger imagines #mystic messenger oneshots #mine

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zeldan7 · 3 years

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Happier - Yoosung x GN! Reader/707 x GN! Reader

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Chapter 1

Pairing: Vague 707 x GN! Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 495

It had been a fair few days of talking to Seven, and it was safe to say the two of you had become quite close. You loved his happy-go-lucky attitude, and the more you chatted the more you could feel yourself catching feelings. You thought the same might be true about him, but you’d never been very good at reading people, so you decided to keep your suspicions to yourself.

However, despite the good times you’d had with your newfound family of RFA, there were definitely bad times to counter. It had been seven days since you’d been mysteriously guided to Rika’s apartment, and you’d just had a very different chat with Seven. He had been incredibly serious, telling you that you were in danger and he would be there as quickly as he could. Despite your fear, you couldn’t help feeling just a little excited. You were about to meet the charming 707 himself!

A couple of hours had passed since you heard from Seven, and you were beginning to worry. Had he gotten hurt in his rush? Before you could think any further, a strange, robotic voice started talking.

“The special security system will be act-act-act-”

You walked to where the noise was coming from: the desk next to the window. Just as you bent over to investigate, there was an almighty crash as the window shattered, a man coming through it. You screamed and jumped back, almost losing your balance.

“Oh, gosh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make a mess!” The man said as he landed. “Please be careful, miss, don’t get hurt on the broken glass!”

You thought about running for the door, but Seven had explicitly told you not to leave the apartment or something bad would happen. You were stuck then.

“You know who I am?” The man asked.

“The hacker…” You knew it; Seven was right. You were in much more danger than everyone had thought.

“I’m here to take you to Paradise.” He extended his hand to you and, though you couldn’t see it underneath his face mask, you thought he was smiling. “Come with me.”

“The special security system has been activated.”

You both jumped at the same time, and jumped again when the front door opened.

“Man, that traffic was awful! Sorry I took so long Y/N, but I got stuck-“ Seven looked up from his phone and saw the situation before him.

Everything that happened after that moment was a blur. The hacker revealed himself to be Seven’s brother, before grabbing you and threatening to hurt you just to destroy Seven. You’d bitten his arm to make him let go, and the special security system had kicked in, recognising the hacker as a threat. He’d begrudgingly left just in time to save you all from a nasty explosion. You tried to talk to Seven, but he was distant and cold, so you decided to take a nap to try and calm yourself down.

#mystic messenger #707 #707 x reader #707 x gn! reader #gn! reader #707 x mc

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myslibrary · 4 years

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Scenario: RFA+V Reacting to pregnant MC:

Yoosung:

● Yoosung was a little baby when it came to your new unusual routine

● Don’t think he’s not happy. Oh no, He was ecstatic to hear the news. He was going to be the dad!

●At first he was a bit nervous

● Continuously asking if you need anything and if you’re okay, Only to get the same response everytime.

●Decides to bring his gaming to you, to keep an eye on you of course

●You’d wake him for your special cravings, ”Baby... Could you be the best husband in the world and fun and get me some ice cream,” You shook him a bit; Without complaints.

● The pure boy, groggy as ever, with slight hesitation, “Sure, I’ll be back. You stay here!” He sits up to grab his pants.

● He gently grabs your sleepy face and kisses you. He couldn’t resist it! You made this boy melt from the knees.

●Yoosung comes back to find you on the couch, crying? You looked so lost, sitting there, wiping your face with your wrists.

● “MC? WHATS WRONG?” Baby Yoosung comes to the rescue or mood swings and is immediately embraced. “I just missed you so much.”

●”Don’t worry, I’m sorry! I’m here now.” He then showers you with kisses. His hold on you becomes closer as he wants to cuddle not just one, but both of you!

Zen:

● You feared telling Zen about the baby at first.

● Now you wonder why you were so scared. When you told him, He was shocked at first. Face in pure shock. Oh- He crying....?

●You had no clue what he was feeling until he embraced you, crying in your shoulder. “I’m so happy MC...I will try to be the best father to this baby.”

● As time goes on, He began to grow used to your morning sickness.

● One day he noticed you scolding your body in the mirror. His Brows furrowed.

● “Love, what are you doing....?” Zen's voice popped up from behind you, causing you to jump in fear.

●”My body...I feel so big. I am big.” Zen's face grew pain when he heard such hateful words about your body. He found your body so beautiful. You were holding his baby.

●He hugs your from behind, placing both hands on the top of your stomach. “I find you so beautiful. Please don’t put yourself down like that. MC I am so grateful I found a lady who is beautiful inside and out to grow a family with. At first I was truly scared I could never be a good dad, But through time and beforehand you showed me I can be loved and I can show love. You are beautiful. You look so good.”

●All you could do was turn around and sob uncontrollably into his chest. “D-Did I say something wrong?” Poor boy needing to figure out how to manage your mood swings.

●He releases from you, Crouching to you, kissing your stomach. He was a gift from above.

●”We’ll get through this together MC. I promise.” Thats all you had to hear.

Jumin:

● You were Genuinely terrified to announce the news to Jumin. I mean he didn’t seem like the one to want kids. What if he sees you less attractive? what if he leaves

● You finally decided to ‘yolo’ the situation, to wing it. You told him over dinner. “I’m pregnant.”

●Jumin coughed a bit drinking his wine. He sat the glass down. You were avoiding eye contact. The room went silent. You began to frown and shrink a bit.

● All you heard was a low chuckle, then a touch to your hand.

●You quickly look up and he’s carassing your hand with his thumb. He’s crying. Jumin planted a soft smile on his face. It made you melt. “I promise you, I’m going to love this child the best I can. You have no idea how much of a blessing you are to me.”

●As time passes, You’re about 7 months in. You both are relaxing in the living. He was reading silently while you played with Elizabeth.

●You felt the urge to use the rest room. You quickly got up to make your way. Jumin’s gaze was on your back as you rushed in.

●You came back, Only to do the same thing every 15- 30 minutes.

● At first he thought you were playing a joke on him...Or something was seriously wrong with you.

●When you came back, You noticed his book was laid on the couch to hold his place. His eyes studied you walking back in the living room.

●”Is everything alright...You keep getting up to use the restroom? Is everything alright? Do I need to call someone? Do you need to see a doctor?”

●All you could do was giggle avoiding the heat on your face, “Jumin. It’s common to when your pregnant. Relax. If there was something wrong, You’d be the first to know.” You sat on his lap, pecking his cheek. Nothing could be more perfect.

Seven:

●When you found out for yourself, Seven knew right after. He was blazing with smiles and joy.

● He never knew he’d be here with someone. ever.

●Seven definitely kept an eye on you more. He admired you. You stayed positive through the whole thing, only to give him affection and children.

● Around 4 months in, he finally started talking to your stomach. “My little hacker good morning!” You could see his eyes glimmer as he rubs your tummy. “ready for your check up? I know I am !” Seven Jumps out of bed. He rambled on about names and about he’s going to be the best dad ever since he’s 707″

●In the appointment, you breath begins to hitch as the doctor lays the ultrasound wand on your stomach. Seven is sitting in the chair beside you, trying his best to hold in the joy and excitement. “I’m so ready to see our baby, I love you so much MC.”

●”Uhm. Mrs. Choi.” You both quickly look up at the doctor. “Not just one...There are two babies.” As the doctor stated his discovery, You felt Sevens hand tense up. He was biting his lip smiling with joy, having his own party in his chair.

●”This is wonderful, I’m so lucky !” While he’s celebrating, your body drains from reality. You fear if you’re ready for two. “Mc. You’re going to great ! We’ll have the best pair of kids. They’ll be unstoppable!” He throws a fist in the air midway.

●”Huh make that three...Three? Three.” Seven gasps in euphoria. “THREE?!?! OH IT”S ON!” He flashes a big smile your way. All you could do is sigh and giggle at him.

● a few weeks later While you’re home, He makes sure you eat properly. Seven is more worried about your health, He forgets to eat sometimes. He began to work on the nursery. “Seven, You need to worry about yourself as well. You can work on the room another time. Go eat!” He pouts. Suddenly he reminds himself and winks at you. “No worries babe. I’m running off only the best at the moment. My chips and soda !” “SEVEN NOW!”

V: lets say He had his surgery before this

● It all started when he noticed you were getting sick more than usual. Were you sick? He was good at studying your emotions. You certainly didn’t feel well. You were laying in the bed as he came over quietly and felt your forehead.

● “Do you need some medical attention, my love?” he asked while you held your face with both of your hands. All you could do was nod.

● Neither did you know what was going on. Were you dying?! You hope not. Everything just got good for you both.

● You arrive and they do tests on you and your body. You changed into the gowns when you got there. All you both could do was wait.

● Drifting into sleep with V Holding your hand, the doctor comes in with the news. Knowing you were asleep the doctor pulled V away for the results. He lets quietly and gently so you didn’t wake.

● “The results came in and it seems you all are 8 weeks into pregnancy. Congratulations.” He stood there in shock. Eyes widen, with his mouth a bit open. His heart sank. Was he ready for children. V knew it was a bit selfish, but he couldn’t help himself.

● All in all, he had to accept your decision. He had to realize he would be happy either way. Maybe he was scared he wouldn’t be able to fill the needs as a father. V then grew determination to be the best father to your child.

● As you woke, V gently told you the news. Your mouth suddenly dropped just as his did. You then asked all the questions he asked himself outside, but targeting yourself. This made him Feel a bit better knowing he wasn’t alone. He then decided to give you his little pep talk.

● “Mc, I think you’ll be the most passionate, most gentle, loving mother out there. You have what it takes. Honestly I am so happy I can experience a new chapter in my life with you.” Your fingers intertwined with one of his hands while his other hand found its way to your head. He then pecked your forehead.

● Soon, Deeper into the pregnancy, He would try his best to stay around you. V was surprisingly gently passive aggressive with you. “Beautiful, I don’t need help I got this on my own. You’re do me so much of a favor for being you and staying relaxed and safe.” He smiles at you and pecks your lips.

● The same with Yoosung, You would guiltily wake him up to make craving runs. Grabbing for his shirt, “Honey, I’m sorry but could you possibly Go out and get me pretzels...With cheese on the side...That sounds amazing right now.

● He groans out of bed after kissing your warm forehead, “of course, anything for you.” He left for your pretzel only for you to call him about a bag of lettuce as well. He couldn't help but smile as he melted from being in the scene of you being pregnant. It was so special to him

#mm #oneshots #mystic messenger #707 #606 #jumin #headcanon #imagine #zen #yoosung #saeran #jaehee #V #scenario #Mysticmessenger #otome

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not-krys · 4 years

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Broken Glass [Repost]

Rating: Teen Pairing: 707 x Reader Summary: Follows the events of 707's route after Unknown breaks into the apartment. You're trying to process the events up until now, with 707 at your side. However, instead of the happy-go-lucky hacker you had come to know through the messenger, 707, Saeyoung rather, was not who you were expecting. Warnings: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, minor injuries. Notes: Originally written for MysticMessengerWeek2016. Reposting here for my own records.

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You had thought you had gotten used to the silence of the apartment, sometimes pulling up something peppy and happy on your phone to break up the quiet.

Now, you were even afraid to do that.

Quietly as you could, you put on house shoes and searched for a broom, dustpan, and garbage can. There was still glass on the floor after the hacker, Saeran, had broken in through the window. Luckily enough, it wasn’t too cold outside, so the outside draft wasn’t too bad, but it did bring a bit of a chill to mostly silent apartment. Would Rika or Seven have thought to put extra blankets in the apartment in case of an emergency?

Well, no, probably not. Rika hadn’t lived here in two years and Seven had only started making accommodations for you only a few days prior, so you hadn’t thought to ask him. Knowing him, he could have regulated the heating and air conditioning from his previous location anyway, so you didn’t have to worry about extra blankets or things like that.

Hmmm… you could use the flat sheet from your bed as a temporary covering, you thought, at least until the window could be repaired. You could sleep with just the fitted sheet and the comforter. It should still be warm enough, right?

Oh, but what about Seven? Was he even comfortable in his corner, typing away a rapid series of key commands? You couldn’t even begin to tell where his fingers ended and the keyboard began.

You knew that he had told you, multiple times now, to just ignore him, pretend that he wasn’t there, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Despite his messenger persona and the one in real life being on completely different ends of the spectrum, you were glad he was here with you. You knew better than to assume that someone’s online identity was also their true identity, so while real-life Seven was quieter, maybe a touch harsh at times, you tried to not let it get to you.

It’s not like you were completely the same as your own online persona either. The newly appointed RFA Party Planner that was always bright and supportive of everything and everyone, when really you’re just an anxious, soft-spoken nobody that had just happened to download an app you really shouldn’t have.

Maybe it was because of Seven’s projected confidence and kindness through his messenger identity that was contagious to you and made you come out of your shell a little more. It was his confidence feeding yours that made you so attached to him, like holding up a mirror to yourself with Seven beside you, telling you to smile while he was smiling too.

Now, it was like Seven was your reflection, standing stark in front of you as if he was the picture of your reality, the ugly truth that was staring you in the face.

And yet, you couldn’t turn away, let alone pretend he wasn’t there. It was almost laughable, how you used to ignore reality so fervently before, yet having it here staring you in the face made you… not want to ignore it.

Well, aside from Seven, there was also another aspect of your reality you couldn’t ignore…

The glass on the floor.

Biting your lower lip, and keeping an eye on the black jacket and orange headphones in the corner, you headed towards the broken window and set to work. At least this could help you take your mind off of the day’s events. From the little you had gathered and deduced on your own, as much as you wanted to ask Seven all of your questions, you knew it wasn’t the best time to ask him. After all, after seeing long lost twin brother, plus with his nerves already frayed from figuring out how to best protect you, he had every right to some peace and quiet.

So, you couldn’t help the little ‘eep!’ that escaped when he suddenly appeared behind you and took the broom out of your hand.

“I got it. Don’t worry about it.”

“I-I thought you were still working?”

“Taking a break. Needed to stretch my legs.”

And thus began another of your usual exchanges, curt and right to the point from him, soft and unsure from you.

“A-ah, okay. That makes sense.” You paused, lost for words, “I can hold the dustpan for you while you sweep.”

“No need. I can do both. Just make sure not to step in any of it.”

Another long, awkward pause.

“Y-you know, you can use one of my pillows to sit on, when you go back. I mean, if it makes you more comfortable.”

“The floor is plenty comfortable, so don’t worry about it.”

Pause.

“W-well, since you’re doing that, maybe I can make us something to eat, instead?”

“Not hungry. There should be some sandwiches in the fridge if you’re hungry, though.”

Another pause, only punctuated by the tinkling sound of the glass as it was swept away.

“I-I was thinking, maybe, since it probably too late right now, we could use my flat sheet as a cover for the window until morning. I-it’ll keep the apartment from getting too drafty.”

He stopped sweeping.

“You think it’s drafty in here?” You could see his shoulders twisting as he was about to take off his jacket. “Damn, there aren’t any extra blankets here either…”

Your hands were immediately up and flailing, trying to stop him.

“No, no, no, I’m fine! B-besides, w-who needs a flat sheet to sleep with anyway? All I need is a comforter and fitted sheet, that’s all.”

He stopped taking his jacket off, stared at you for a moment, and fixed it to sit how it normally sat, his face just a touch pink. You couldn’t help raise an eyebrow at him.

“…I know you don’t.” And he left it at that, a brief glance of his eye to his upper left towards the security camera in the corner.

…Oh. Right.

Now your face was flushed red at the realization. It was probably in your mental health’s best interest to not ask him how often he watched those cameras.

“A-anyway, do you still think it’s a good idea? Just as a temporary fix?”

“Will you be warm enough tonight? No sense in you getting sick from my miscalculation.”

Honestly, you were more worried about him, as he was closer to the window, and who knew long he was going to work for, or how cold it was going to get.

Still, you were learning how to play his game, despite the unsureness of your words and gestures. You did your best to give him a reassuring smile.

“D-definitely. I’ll put on my warmest pajamas to be sure.”

“The ones with the little cats on them? Those should keep you plenty warm.”

You were about two seconds away from questioning him when you remembered, once again, about the security cameras.

Stop thinking about that before your face explodes in embarrassment.

“W-what about you? Will you be warm enough tonight?” It never hurt to ask.

“I’ll be fine.” Even though his answer was the same every time. He bent down to pick up a rather big piece of glass. “Just come and get me if it gets too cold for you-!”

He gritted his teeth and dropped the glass, a small river of red running down his finger.

“Seven!”

“I-it’s nothing. Just a little cut. See what happens when you’re not caref- H-hey, where are you goi-!”

You don’t know what had come over you. Maybe it was because you really didn’t like the sight of blood, maybe it was the residual terror that Saeran had left in you, maybe it was all of your built-up frustration of Seven ignoring you and doing everything for you for so long, but you knew that if you didn’t do at least this, you would lose your mind.

You raced into the bathroom, your heart racing as you frantically searched for a first aid kit. Surely Seven had at least thought of this once you started living in the apartment, providing you with something in case you hurt yourself. Every house has to have a first aid kit, right?

To your immense relief, there was a first aid kit, thankfully fully stocked.

You almost tore it apart, bandages and sanitizing packets flying across the bathroom. You paid them little mind as you found at least one good-sized bandaid and one packet of the wipes.

You return to him with your finds in hand, his eyes wide in surprise.

“Lets…” you were breathing shallowly from your little rush “let’s sit on the couch.”

He was too surprised to tell you otherwise. So, obediently, he sat on the couch.

“[Name], you don’t have to do this. I’m fine, reall-”

“Please!” that came out more forcefully than you had intended, startling him again. “Let me do this. Please, just… just let me do this.”

Your hands were shaking, much to your dismay. He hissed in pain once the cleaning cloth touched his cut, making him chuckle softly.

“So… this is what you’re like when you lose your cool. I was beginning to wonder…”

Even though you hadn’t put the bandage on yet, you took his injured hand into both of yours, pressing all three against your face, squeezing it tightly. You didn’t want to cry in front of him, not at all. It would just give him more incentive to ignore you when you could barely handle how much he ignored you now. You didn’t want Seven to disappear, no matter how much he wanted to himself. He was already too deep in your heart and he wasn’t getting out anytime soon.

Thankfully, he stayed quiet as you fought the urge to cry, letting you hold his hand for now.

He really was your mirror, after all. Showing you the ugly parts of yourself on full display.

But then, ugliness isn’t the only thing mirrors show, as you soon realized.

Mirrors can also show beauty, outside and within.

Seven reached his free arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest, resting his nose in your hair, his thumb making small circles on one of your shoulders. His cross necklace felt cool against your forehead.

“Let it out,” he murmured into your hair. “Cry if you want, curse my name, hate me if you can, anything to let me know you’re normal. You don’t have to be strong for me, [Name].”

The dam finally broke when he said your name, your hands tightening around his as the first sob escaped.

#Incredibly Punny Related Queue #krys's adventures in fanfiction #repost #707 (MM)#saeyoung choi #mystic messenger

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maddiesup · 4 years

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Tag game!

I was tagged by @ohbabycupcakes thank u💖

RULES: Name 10 favorite characters from 10 different things then tag 10 people + leave comments on all of them

This is gonna be hard, where do I even start?

1) Keith (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

Okay I'm- trying not to laugh too hard because oh boy, this show was a complete mess. BUT Keith still stays as one of my favorite characters ever just because no matter how badly I was hurt by vld he'll always be precious to me 💖 He's hotheaded, cool and a lone wolf, but needs affection more than anyone else on the team. He's easy for me to relate to as I am more likely to push someone away than to keep them close just to avoid being hurt as well. His development is amazing tho and I love love him so much 😭 also it might be just that I have a soft spot for emo characters lmao

2) Todoroki Shoto (Boku no Hero Academia)

This just reinforces my statement earlier since Todoroki is pretty emo too :') But in a different way than Keith. If you are a part of bnha fandom you know he's generally a little bit overrated, but I couldn't help falling in love with him at first sight anyway lol His backstory is tragic but he keeps pursuing his dream and damn is he good at it. Also the combo of fire and ice is aesthetic goals. However, what I admire the most about Shoto is probably his loyalty to his friends, his will to fight and sometimes his goofy attitude (even if he probably isn't aware that he's being goofy lol) In conclusion: I love him, let's move on.

3) Uenoyama Ritsuka (Given)

Can I just stop to say how much I love given for a moment? Like I've never seen a bl anime/manga that would portray gay characters so respectfully 😭❤️ Ue is basically me gay panicking, I feel the boy so much :') OH also what's up with gays & guitars bc first given, then why r u and now also 2gether :') (I might be falling in love with this trope help) okay so: Ue is panicking when he starts liking Mafuyu but he handles it so well in a way? He doesn't deny his crush even if he is slow to notice it lol He's straightforward and sometimes a little bit rough around the edges, but even if he's supposed to be "the cool guy" we see him in the most hilarious settings and that just makes me love him all the more 💖 he respects Mafuyu and his boundaries and I want more of that in bl anime please

4) Eiji & Ash (Banana Fish)

Uhhhh this anime,,, I CANNOT choose between Ash and Eiji, I'm gonna forever see them as a pair and that's simply it. Ash is another emo one I would like to say that but he's actually not. He's backstory is heartbreaking and the life he has to live is dangerous and scary. He gets used to this reality where he has no one to rely on and no one to trust but then Eiji appears tearing his walls down and making him finally be able to show his soft and sensitive side to someone. Eiji is like a salve for his wounds and yes, I'm still emotional about it bc their relationship is one of the best developped I've ever seen. Their bond is so strong it's beautiful, they would literally die for each other. It's so apparent that they love each other and care for each other so much (don't mind me crying in the corner)

5) Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson & the Olympians)

PJ technically got me into fantasy/sci-fi in elementary school and it stays at the top of my favorite book series list ever (big props to Uncle Rick 👏) The whole series is funny and I would say pretty light-hearted even tho you know,,, Percy saves the world several times, lol, usual demigod things™. He's lovable. Son of Poseidon so he has seaweeds instead of a brain (or so you thought, he is brilliant at strategic planning and has a charisma to be a great leader), has a very good sense of humor, is loyal and would risk everything for his friends. Also he loves his girlfriend very much and I was crying while reading the House of Hades but no one needed to know that oh well. I'm also gonna mention Nico de Angelo here, since he fell in love with Percy (didn't we all tho) and was the first gay character I saw portrayed in the book and oh do I love him 😭💖

6) 707 (Mystic Messenger)

Was I losing sleep over this game? I was. Do I regret anything? Absolutely not. I think my choices are pretty boring tho, since Seven is literally everyone's favorite but oh boy there's a reason for that. Apart from being a talented hacker who knows too much (and I think is cautious of us the most at the start) he has a lovely happy-go-lucky personality composed of all the lame jokes, questions "have you eaten already" and anxiety (another emo one). He's that type of a character who will always try to make you laugh but you never know what's going on inside his head. He's mysterious and we don't get to know him well till his route so pretty much till the end of the game lol. Also he loves his brother, phd pepper, honey buddha chips and Elizabeth 3rd the most in this entire world and I love him for that

7) Evan Hansen (Dear Evan Hansen)

ANOTHER EMO ONE okay but hear me out Evan has social anxiety and its portrayal is almost too real for me. He makes a big oopsie which at the start seems like a little innocent lie but then snowballs to enormous sizes. He gains everything in this bargain, a best (dead) friend, a caring mother, a father, a girlfriend even - and then everything falls apart since it all is built on one fat lie. He makes a lot of mistakes and then some more but you get it and you feel for him, and you cry with him and you're happy for him. And when all of this is over you're glad that he's still there trying his best, taking it one day at a time. And sidenote: Ben Platt's voice is angelic and I love him as Evan 💖💖💖

8) Isak (SKAM)

Another gay panicking one. I'm starting to realize there's a set of traits that I particularly like in fictional characters lol But ye, when I was watching skam ofc it was the third season which gripped me the most and kept me on the edge, bc yet again Isak taking an "are you gay" test was way too real for me. He makes a lot of mistakes along the way of figuring out his sexuality and sometimes stuff with Evan becomes really messy (for both of them) but he stays with him nevertheless ❤️ Skam is literally so good in its portrayal of the characters :') Anyways: alt er love 💖

9) Viktor & Yuuri (Yuri on Ice)

Em, another one that I absolutely can't break up to just one bc how could I? Yuri on ice got me into skating ❤️ I went to an ice rink for the first time bc of this anime and I almost died but now look at me actually finishing my first three months of ice skating training and watching real life figure skating competitions :') Little did I know then. But they're not only my favourites bc of that, I genuinely love the development of their relationship from fan - idol through skater - couch to lovers and history makers in the end. I love how Yuuri is a ball of insecurities and how Viktor manages to reassure him. I love how Viktor fell in love with drunk Yuuri clinging to him. I love how at first Yuuri wasn't able to get too close to Viktor without getting flustered and it changes so drastically to them basically always holding onto each other. I love how Viktor was stuck with no inspiration but then Yuuri came and turned his world upside down. I love how they support and respect each other. I could probably go on into eternity like that and Yuri on ice isn't even the best anime I've ever seen but it's certainly my favourite one ❤️

10) Tutor (WHY R U)

I can't believe I'm so obsessed with thai dramas rn and I'm only gonna include Tor on this list smh He's mental attitude inspires me. He's able to hold so much and appears totally unfazed even if he's barely holding on inside. He's hardworking and doesn't want others to pity him since he can manage it all just fine. He has a kind heart, he's a wonderful friend (especially to Hwa, he always listens to her, gives her pieces of advise, supports her and tries to cheer her up). He never forgets to say thank you when he genuinely feels grateful. But as we've seen he also is passionate and when he loves he LOVES. Also he's the biggest tease to Fighter and I love him for that :') I am so satisfied just by seeing him happy, please do not change that whyru gods 🙏

As it appears I'm done .-. I have no idea what have just happened and if my rambling even makes sense but not that I care at this point. If you read this far, please drink some water now, that was a lot of reading to go through ❤️

Tagging: @wir-ro, @saecookie and any other 8 people who might want to ksks (im too tired to tag lmao)

Don't be like me and go to bed at reasonable hours despite this whole quarantine thing .-. thank again Doreen for tagging since it was really fun 🥺❤️

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adoranoia · 5 months

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art dump from my time over at codedfaith. idk why i got bit by the drawing bug over there but, yeah <3

#* && OOC #* && MUN'S ART #* && 707 : HAPPY-GO-LUCKY / HACKER .#* && SAERAN CHOI : DEVOUT / FOLLOWER .#my beloveds.............

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adoragasms · 10 months

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fingernails dig into saeyoung's back, vanderwood's back arching as he rolls his hips. " oh-- oh, please, it feels so good-- " his voice is a gasp, mouth falling open. " i-- i can't, please, i don't know, i don't know~! " whatever question he has been asked has fallen on deaf ears, vanderwood's mind having been wiped blank by the pleasure overtaking his body. " wh- whatever you want-- whatever you want, please, don't stop...! "

@tragicinformant // random asks, always accepting!

like music to his ears, saeyoung can't but grin cheekily at vanderwo -od's absolutely debauched noises, the feeling of the other's nails digging into his back. the redhead grips the headboard with one hand, rocking his hips against the other's, fucking into him roughly. ✉️‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ suddenly, the redhead prompts him, 'does that feel good, baby? do you want more, huh?', honestly just to watch the gears in the agent's head fail to turn. ✉️‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ he babbles whatever first comes to mind, fumbling over his words, and saeyoung can't help but groan softly in response. he loved watching the other come undone like this, in fact... ✉️‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " ahhh~ you're so cute when you're fucked stupid~ but, 'don't stop', right? i'll give you what you want, then. " a wink, before he readjusts his hips a little, hands now pressing vanderwood's legs further apart. his thrusts are now much more rough and frantic the closer he gets, the way the heat builds below his stomach was heavenly, eyes flutter. ✉️‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " there you go, there you go... " he mumbles, " you take me so well...! " ✉️‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎

#* && IC #* && 707 : HAPPY-GO-LUCKY / HACKER .#* & v01 : canon .#why do i always write this stuff at like 4am /lh #anyway uhhhhh. coughs. yeah. asdfghjkl #they're having fun <3 #tragicinformant

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codegasm · 1 year

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me sighing loudly................. why is saeyoung like this.png lmao

#* && OOC #* && 707 : HAPPY-GO-LUCKY / HACKER .#ANYWAY i saw others doing this and wanted to join in ok

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tokidokitrash · 4 years

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I’ve never written a fic before (ok maybe when I was like 13) and I was just struggling a little mentally tonight. It’s a Long rambling off the Top of my head and it’s not gonna be any good but I tried. I would appreciate any constructive criticism you’d shoot my way.

It did help me feel better after writing this, so that’s a silver lining:D

I know the mysme fandom is kinda not as strong as it used to be, but reading other people’s fics really brightened my day, since I’m always on my own due to work.

I had this set as a longer timeline compared to the limited days in the game, and my MC clearly struggles with her own inner depression demons,

Sorry in advance about some stuff further down. I couldn’t help myself.

Italics are either MC’s thoughts or flashbacks.

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The way we are - 01

Dreadful, depreciating thoughts slowly crept their way into your thoughts, almost like they bore down on the back of your tightly shut eyes.

‘Not this again...’ you mentally scold yourself.

It had been a few weeks since your last battle. The constant struggle you fought deep within you- one only you knew about.

No one knew. No one could ever know. No one would be able to accept you. No one would be able to help either ways.

You curled yourself into a little huddle on your bed. The air-conditioner wasn’t on, leading the air to a standstill. It was suffocating, the stagnancy. But honestly, you couldn’t be bothered with the discomfort.

‘Stagnant air... stagnant just like my life has been...’

You chastised yourself again, me talking rolling your eyes at yourself, this time for being such a dramatic little bitch in your own little mind.

You hated yourself.

Things were actually getting better these past few weeks. You had the RFA and managing their affairs kept you solidly occupied.

Truthfully, that fateful day you encountered them, and they laid out the opportunity to you to help them be their new coordinator, you mentally leapt with joy at the chance.

Yes, the whole thing was pretty fishy, bogus, weird.

But you’d craved and relished the idea that you could be of some help to a greater cause. Your heart soared at the thought of being of use to someone.

It did come as a plus that the members of this new group were all such...unique personalities.

The lively, dramatic, narcissistic but caring Zen.

The adorable, innocent, wide-eyed Yoosung.

The strong and (seriously) overworked Jaehee.

The stern, calculative business man with the strangest streak of humour, Jumin.

And the mysterious hacker with the flaming red hair, the one whom you’d always felt you could ‘click’ with best, the one you were most attracted to,707.

In their own way, they lit up your life, the way they seemed to always be concerned with your wellbeing, peppering your day with their funny arguments and conversations.

Then shit hit the fan, didn’t it?

It had already been a few days since the whole ordeal with ‘Unknown’. It’s events still played fresh in your mind, but yet right now, they seemed so very far away.

Seven had come to your rescue, but since that day, he’s been anything but a knight in shining armour.

Before the incident, you both had so much fun through the limited calls to each other and the chat.

You felt warm feelings towards Seven blossom in your chest every time you heard his voice. And with the way he seemed to flirt back with you, you had the slightest impression that maybe, just maybe, he was interested in you too.

It felt so nice to banter with him, to feel some sort of electric connection between you two.

But these days, it seems that the happy-go-lucky, capable 707 was gone.

The other day, he even lashed out at Yoosung, who called you, distraught and crying over the incident.

You’ve tried to be strong, you understood that whatever transpired that day must have triggered Seven towards reacting this way. Constantly pushing you away, harshly berating you for leaving his sight, then berating you once more for coming too close to him. You wanted to be here for him, to let him know you cared for him more deeply then he knew and you’d accept and like to hear his story. You’d like to think of yourself as capable of helping provide comfort and reassurance to this beautiful mess of a man, despite whatever attitude shocking revelations of danger he may throw at you.

The key word here, is that you ‘tried’.

And sometimes, life gives you so much lemons, you get really sick of fucking lemonade.

You haven’t really left the room for about...maybe 2 days now, you estimate. Only sneaking out for essentials when you didn’t hear typing and it seemed that maybe Seven was asleep. Wallowing in your self-hatred, you think about the things you’ve wanted to accomplish and how you’ve failed them all.

Dammit, even the man you were so into seems to hate you now- and why shouldn’t he?

Depression had sinked her filthy claws into your heart once again, and though you may have won that battle against her before, you knew, deep in the recess of your mind, she was always waiting to crawl back out.

You hated every fibre of your being. Some days you’d wonder why you were even alive. What did you exist for? Even replying the emails from potential guests seem a chore too monumental right now. Why should they care about your invites? You’d ponder over what to send them, then delete everything you’ve typed out of fear you were being out of line or plain stupid, giving the RFA a bad name. Then you’d start to hate yourself more for letting the guests wait on your reply, get more upset with your own inefficiency. It was a vicious cycle in your mind, and it was always tough to break out of it.

You’ve managed before, and kept a happy persona in your interactions with the members. And that’s what you tried to do for Seven, even as he was scowling away, brows scrunched up in frustration at either his computer, or your mere presence. Either way, he let you know you were an annoyance he couldn’t be bothered to entertain.

And you started believing him.

So you’ve locked yourself away in your room. This was your problem to deal with. Your demons to face. You found a small comfort in hearing Seven typing away in the living room. It was odd, but knowing he was there made you feel safe...but so unwanted.

‘Come on MC... you’re a tough girl, so tough this one out. Yes you’re pathetic and there’s nothing more you hate in this world but yourself, but snap out of it.... please... happythoughtshappythoughtshappythoughtskittenspuppies..seven’svoiceandjokesandthoughtsoftakingyoutothemoon...’

Growling in frustration, you pull the pillow over your head and tried to scream into it, only to end up sobbing uncontrollably. Why were you like this? It’s so illogical...so, so stupid.

If only you could force yourself to be happy and cheery.

But admittedly, Seven’s attitude and coldness towards you really shut that cheery side of you down, faster than you’d like to admit.

You recall the freshest wounds he had inflicted upon you... you had tried to talk to him, as he seemed a little nicer that morning, despite being extremely sleep deprived, giving you a nod when you brought him coffee, and didn’t tell you off when you went to sit near him. You had wanted to express a little gratitude for how hard he was working for your sake.

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“Hey, Seven... thank you for working so hard fo-

‘“I’m just going to stop you there, you don’t have to say anything to me. You can just leave me alone.”’

“Aish~! I know that~! You’ve said that before, I just wanna thank you- you’re going to hurt my feelings you know” you pout, trying to stay light-hearted.

He takes off his glasses and rubs his temples upon hearing this. Sighing loudly, he adds;

“I don’t care about how you feel at all. I can’t be bothered if you’re hurt. I’m busy and don’t have time for this, so stop bothering me already!”’

“ I just-‘

‘“ just leave me alone.”’

You weren’t sure what made you decide to do this, but you whine quietly, feeling defeated, and perhaps this was actually a last ditch attempt to see if he cared.

“Seven...I’m going to start crying if you keep being so mean to me..”

He pauses, then he shifts in your direction,stony faced, cold liquid gold eyes bearing into your own brown eyes.

‘“Even if you cry, it doesn’t really matter to me.”’

Hearing that, you flashed him the best smile you could manage, hoping your pain wasn’t too obvious, muttered a few apologies and excused yourself to your room.

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...you were scared too, after the whole incident. But it seems he truly did not care about how you felt, like he hardly gave it any thought. like you were only a problem he had to fix ASAP to get a move on his life.

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Hours had probably passed when you jolt awake to a knock on your door.

“Oi, MC.” he starts in an annoyed tone “Are you okay? I tried calling you but your phone is dead. What are you doing in there for so long anyway?”

You weren’t sure what time it was, but you knew it must have been quite awhile if Mr cold-and-I-don’t-care-about-you was checking up on you. The room was dark, air still stale. Picking up your phone, you realise you haven’t checked it since the start of your mental battle. Yes, it was dead.

“MC?” You thought maybe you picked up a hint of worry though all that irritation this time. “.....I’m coming in.”

‘Wait what? Nonono did I lock the bloody door? He can’t see me like this I-‘

You bolt up from the bed, nearly tripping on your sheets as you rushed for the door, but you were a beat too slow, and the door was already ajar before your hand could touch the handle.

Golden irises pierce your gaze as your eyes adjusted to the invading light from outside your room, he pauses for a moment and his eyes seem to widen in shock at the sight of you...and your probably very disheveled appearance.

Hurriedly, you press your body against the back of the door, holding , preventing it from opening any further.

“MC?!” He called as he tried to peek his head past the door’s opening to get a better look at you.

You cleared your dry and raspy throat before finally replying the redhead-

“AHHHHh Seven! Geez, don’t you know that you’re supposed to give a lady more time to respond?! You can’t just open doors so suddenly you gave me such a start! Nearly let you see me all horrid looking after taking a nap ahaha ha”

Good lord you hope you sounded convincing, and not at all like you’ve been crying for the last godknowshowlong.

Seven goes quiet for a moment, and the tension in the air still hangs over you two. You notice one of his hands shift and holds onto the door frame as he steadily starts to push the door towards you. Trying your utmost best but failing to be lighthearted, you yelped and tried to swat his hand away, still fervently trying to push the door back against his force.

“Holddddup what are you doing Seveny stop trying to open the door! Didn’t you hear what I said???”

“I heard you. But I said I’m.coming.in.”

He pushes the door harder and you know you’re no match for his strength, and in a last ditch attempt to hide your appearance from him you grab a large towel you had hanging behind your door, wrap it over your head, letting it drape down your shoulders and dash for the corner of the room behind the door. You squat down, huddled in your new corner, and you hear Seven cuss when the door gives way easily at your absence, causing him to stumble into the room. Hearing him cuss a bit more, you sense his gaze sweeping the room, before feeling them land upon your huddled up frame at the corner. There’s a long pause before he quietly asks, incredulously

“..........MC, wh-what are you doing over there”

“I told you I was indecent looking now.... so I’m just going to stay in this corner since you so rudely barged in.” You quipped. Your choice of words may sound harsh but you say them in a sing-song manner. Seven just stays quiet after your reply, which leads you to ramble on, hoping to fill the silence

“So, uh, what’s up? Did you miss me? Come here cuz you’re missing little old me? Ahahhaha or did you manage to find something about this whole....shenanigan? Anyways a-aren’t you busy and all? I won’t bother you anymore so y-you don’t have to worry about me either ahhahaha...hahahah”

I sound insane.

You hear him sigh loudly, again, and it kind of reminds you of how your parents used to sigh at you when you were a disappointment. He mutters under his breath sometimes that’s sounds like ‘fucks sake’ and it cuts you off from your ramblings. You can’t stop the tears from springing to your eyes. You were still hurting, still wallowing. Trying to hide whatever negativity by being weird and using your own brand of humour. And now he was real, in your room and invading your space, you could feel your mind trying to come up with something, anything to avoid possible questions and maybe get him to leave.

“What’s all this? You’re being real weird now, hiding in that corner. I’ve seen you after your naps and you don’t usually look like....that. Turn around and face me, MC.”

You take a deep breathe through your nose, your way of stifling your sniffs from new tears,

“Ahhh you’re so indelicate, I can’t turn to face you, so uh why don’t you just wait outside and I’ll come out when I’m ready?”

“And when will that be? Talk to me MC. Something is wrong, isn’t it?”

No shit, Sherlock.

“Yaaaa Please God Seven, have mercy and give this lady a chance to *sniff* prep herself first”

You could almost hear him rolling his eyes at you, when he says

“Get out of the corner before I drag you out. Seriously, what are you even doing? “

Given his snappiness, you wouldn’t be surprised if he acted out his threat. But his question gave you a chance to exhibit your messed up coping mechanism.

“What am I doing? Fine, I’ll tell you. I’m not hiding myself, I’m prepping for my next cosplay.”

“HAH??” In a very, very annoyed tone.

“Here, look. “

In that moment, you slowly turned your body to face him, and put your hands down on the floor, still in a squatting position but with your hands between your knees. Towel still draped across your head and shoulder, you whisper in a low, slow voice,

“E.......Ed........Edward.....................Nii-san”

“..............’’

“GODDAMMIT MC “

Seven’s loud, booming shout really startles you, as you realise he’s left the room. You started to worry you’ve made him real angry this time, and wait for more cussing and shouting.....only to hear cussing and...laughter? His laughter grows, and soon he’s bellowing, and the raucous peals of laughter is music to your ears actually. Even though you’re still hurt from his words and demeanour, you’ve come to realise the effect this gorgeous man has on you, and it warms your heart a little that you’ve managed to make him laugh for the first time in a Long, Long time. He’s still cackling when you waddle towards the door, still covered mainly by the room’s darkness, peek out at him but with your body still in the same position.

“Hey man” you catch his attention and he stares at you, wiping tears away from his eyes “that’s not cool- that scene wasn’t funny at all in the anime-god you shouldn’t be laughing at this.”

Seven has his hands on his knees as you send him into another mini laughing fit.

You stay like this for awhile, feeling a little better after making 707 laugh, despite it not being your original plan at all. You hoped he’d have forgotten all about how you looked and how you ardently tried to hide from him the fact you’ve been a mess these last 2 days.

Now it just feels a little bittersweet. This whole thing is quite similar to how you’ve always dealt with hiding your hurt and pain from others, and a teeny, tiny part of you was sad that you felt the need to hide your feelings and emotions from the guy you adored.

Deep down, you wanted his comfort, but yet, was too afraid to seek it out.

You were now convinced that Seven perhaps truly had no feelings for you other than just as a ‘member of RFA’.

“Anyways...god Seven?”You whispered quietly once his laughter completely dies down. He looks up, having taken off his glasses to wipe his tears again.

“Ah?” He mutters breathlessly, looking at you through his fringe.

You realise you have it real bad, as this sight of him makes your breathe hitch a little and your heart beat faster. You will thoughts of him away as you continue

“I’m going to go and wash up, then um, head to bed now....“ you shift your hands to grip the towel’s ends, making it cover more of your face. Seven seems to notice how tightly you’re gripping the towel, and patiently waits for you to speak as your struggle to find the words.

“..I’m sorry about the other day, today. Well. Everyday. I hope you feel a little better... good night, okay? Take care of yourself, Remember to eat and sleep and I’ll just be here I Guess an—“

you stop yourself. You were rambling again. Pointless rambles. You forced a small smile, internally dying as you were now telling yourself to give up these feelings, bid him good night once more, and gently shut the door.

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I’m sorry about the joke again. I had the idea and I couldn’t put it down.

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Just for Tonight

Title: Just for Tonight

Pairing: Saeran x MC, 707 & MC

Rating: G

Word Count: 2,900

Summary: Inspired by the birthday event chat with Unknown by himself. (Transcript included for anyone who didn’t get the chat.) MC goes to meet the mysterious hacker for ice cream and star gazing, and something about him reminds her of Seven in a way she can’t quite explain.

Unknown: Hi!

Unknown: Long time no see.

Unknown: We chatted before, remember?

Unknown: Thanks to your help back then,

Unknown: I could perform my task without trouble.

Unknown: Oh! It’s nothing strange.

Unknown: I told you I’m studying abroad, remember?

Unknown: But if you don’t remember, well… It can’t be helped.

Unknown: Anyways

Unknown: umm…

Unknown: I’ll be back in Korea today.

Unknown: Remember that I told you

Unknown: I’ll make it up to you if you help me? ^^

Unknown: So

Unknown: do you have time today?

Unknown: Why don’t you join me to see the sky tonight?

Unknown: There is this haven of mine that no one else knows.

Unknown: A place i always visit when i visit korea sometimes.

Unknown: I’d love to go there with you.

Unknown: …

Unknown: To be honest

Unknown: today is my birthday.

Unknown: And you are the only one who could congratulate it for me.

Unknown: You will not regret it

Unknown: if you come to me.

Unknown: I’ll make it a very pleasant day for you.

Unknown: I even made a crown with red roses for you. ^^

Unknown: I’ll bring ice creams too. It’s summer, so it could get hot.

Unknown: Let’s also watch popular Getflix movies these days.

Unknown: I’ll get everything ready.

Unknown: You will join me, won’t you?

Unknown: I’ll be waiting for you, MC.

MC stared down at her phone, confused by the volley of messages she’d just received. She knew she should tell Seven that the hacker was contacting her again, but something made her hesitate. There was a hopefulness to his messages, and an uncertainty that she hadn’t sensed when he was first coaxing her to go to the apartment. Was he serious about this fantasy birthday date with her that he’d laid out in the chatroom? If he was still lying about who he was, surely knowing full well that she knew the truth, then it was no small possibility that he was lying about it being his birthday as well. But if he were lying again, why did his messages come off so anxious this time, when he’d coerced her so smoothly before? She couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he was just more comfortable with lying than telling the truth.

She chewed at the inside of her cheek as she debated. The chatroom was still open. Was he waiting for her to answer? She pictured him clutching his phone in his hand, staring at the screen expectantly. With that image in mind, she couldn’t find it in her heart to say no.

MC: Okay. Tell me where to meet you.

The sun was already down by the time she arrived at the specified location. He had said it was going to take him a few hours to get back into town, making her wonder for a moment if maybe his foreign student bit wasn’t entirely fake. She didn’t know what to expect when she walked into the forest clearing where he’d said he’d be waiting for her, but what greeted her was… nothing. The clearing was empty. Her brow furrowed, and she turned in place, searching for her mysterious date. When she couldn't find any trace of another person, she pulled her phone out of her purse and opened the map app to make sure she was in the right place. It was then that she heard the rustling of someone approaching through the trees.

"You came," a relieved voice greeted from behind her. When she turned, she found a young man with bleached white hair, dyed pink at the tips, and piercing mint eyes. He wore torn jeans and a white, short-sleeved oxford shirt, unbuttoned over a black tank top. In one hand he carried a small cooler; in the other was the flower crown he’d told her he’d made. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

As she looked him up and down, MC noticed the bottom half of a sleeve tattoo peeking out from beneath the sleeve of his shirt. Her gaze lingered on it, her curiosity piqued. Before she replied, she met the man's eyes.

“You don’t look a whole lot like your picture.”

The hacker laughed, but the sound was tinted with anxiety. “Are you disappointed?” he asked.

MC pursed her lips, shook her head. “Not disappointed. Not surprised, either.” She sent him a teasing grin. “I definitely wouldn’t have trusted you. You just look like a hacker.”

At that, the man frowned. He watched her for a moment, a puzzled furrow to his brow. When he spoke, his voice was low.

“Tonight… I don’t want to be a hacker,” he admitted. “I just want to be a student, back home for his birthday, spending the night with a cute girl.”

This response caught MC off guard, left her floundering in search of a response. The man didn’t give her time to find one. He took a step towards her, and she took a step back. He cocked his head to the side, an amused smile returning to his lips.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like me,” he teased. “You came all this way to see me. You must like me, to do all that.” He took another step forward, and this time she allowed it. MC watched with wary eyes as the stranger approached, stopping before her and setting the cooler down on the ground. When he rose, he placed the flower crown atop her head, adjusting the ribbon to make it a more comfortable fit. Once he was satisfied, he gazed down upon her with a fond smile. MC clutched at the strap of her purse as the warmth of a blush crept across her cheeks.

“You like me enough to pretend, don’t you?” he murmured. “Just for tonight. Pretend I’m an average guy that you met in an average way, and have a nice, pleasant evening with me. That’s… all I want. For my birthday.”

MC was reminded of all of Seven's jokes about the tragedies of being a hacker, how he wasn't allowed to have his own life or family, how he could get in trouble for even being in the RFA, if anyone at his agency found out. Everyone always brushed him off because he was so dramatic about it, and he always came away laughing. Now she wondered if he had been trying to tell them the truth all along. She inspected the man before her, noticed the tension in his stance, the hope in his eyes. Her heart told her that his request was genuine. She smiled at him, and turned slightly away to dig through her purse.

"Happy birthday," she said, presenting him with a thick square wrapped in beach-printed paper. The man furrowed his brow as he took the gift, turning it over in his hands to examine it. MC elaborated, "I didn't know what you would want, so it's nothing special, but… I hope you like it."

He turned his attention from the gift, back to MC. “Any present from you is special to me, princess.”

Her blush deepened at the pet name, a detail that didn’t go unnoticed. He gave her a smirk before returning his gaze to the gift, and tearing into the wrapping paper. He retrieved his prize quickly, pulling the fluffy fabric from its paper confines and letting it unfurl in the breeze.

"A blanket?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. MC shrugged.

"I know it's summer so it might not get much use right now, but I figured anyone would enjoy a nice, soft blanket to wrap up in for winter time."

The man offered one side of the blanket to her. “We can make use of it right now,” he said, nodding at the ground beside them. “So we don’t have to sit in the grass.”

MC smiled, grabbing the edge of the blanket and helping him spread it out over the grass. The man moved the cooler to the center of the blanket, and the two of them sat on opposite sides of it, facing each other.

“I also didn’t know what you would want,” the man said, pulling ice cream cones and a scoop from atop the ice, “so I just… brought a variety.” He then pulled out a tub of three-flavored ice cream, tilting the label toward MC so she could see.

“Well, lucky for me, I like all of those flavors,” she announced, and the man’s shoulders visibly relaxed. He scooped a cone for each of them, making sure they both got a little bit of each flavor, and even pulled out a small bag of decorative chocolate sticks to garnish the cones with.

"Fancy," MC commented, and the man let out a laugh.

When they had their treats he moved the cooler aside, making room for them to sit side by side. He looked up at the stars, and MC followed suit.

"Wow," she breathed, drawing the man's attention back to her. "I hadn't really bothered looking up yet," she explained, casting him a quick glance. "You can see so many stars from out here."

He smiled, returning his gaze to the sky. "There's almost no light pollution this far out. Isn't it beautiful?"

MC could only nod, her words failing her as her eyes flickered from star to star.

The pair sat in silence for a short while, eating their ice creams and admiring the cosmos. The man finished his cone first, laying back on the blanket and folding his hands behind his head when he was done. MC turned to peek over her shoulder, watching him stealthily as she finished her own cone. He'd called this place his haven, and it was easy to see why; he looked so at peace, laying there, watching the stars. It was hard to believe this was the man who had given the RFA so much trouble, who’d had Seven working all hours of the day and night to protect the chatroom's servers. Her mind drifted back to what he'd said in the chatroom: 'To be honest, today's my birthday. And you're the only one who could congratulate it for me.'She wondered what his life was like, why he attacked the RFA, why he had to pretend to be someone else to enjoy his own birthday. She wondered what his life would be like, if he wasn't a hacker.

"So… What can I call you, birthday boy?"

He flinched a bit, not expecting her question. He glanced at her, shrugged, looked back to the sky. "Birthday boy sounds fine to me."

MC pouted. "That's almost as bad as Unknown," she protested. "Surely you have a name."

The man sighed, propping himself up on his elbows to gaze at her with sad eyes. "It's dangerous enough that you know my birthday." His voice was quiet, mournful. It made MC's chest feel tight. "I'm sorry. I can't tell you my name."

Disappointed, but not wanting to put a damper on their night, MC laid down beside him. He settled back down onto his back, and MC scooted closer. She tucked herself against his side, and his body went rigid beside her. She tilted her head to peer up at him.

“Is… this okay?” she asked, hopeful. A bright pink blush bloomed across his face right in front of her eyes.

“Y-yeah,” he answered, averting his gaze. “It- it’s fine.”

MC smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. After he’d had a few minutes to calm down, he began telling her about the stars. He murmured soft words into the flowers adorning her hair, telling her the stories of the constellations while one hand pointed out the stars in question and the other arm not-so-subtly wrapped around her shoulders. MC soaked up the stories like a dry sponge, fascinated by the amount of knowledge he had on the subject.

“You’re a twin, right?” she asked suddenly, and the man went stiff again.

“What?” His voice was tense, his arm had tightened around her shoulders, and MC looked up at him with a furrowed brow.

“A gemini,” she clarified. “Isn’t it still gemini season?”

He exhaled a deep breath that sounded a little too much like a sigh of relief, causing MC further confusion as he returned his eyes to the sky.

“Yes. There’s gemini over there.”

She watched his finger move from star to star, tracing the outline of the twins, and she smiled. Tucking her curiosity away, she pushed herself up on one elbow and grinned down at him.

“How about one of those Getflix movies you promised me?”

-:-

By the time she got back to the apartment, it had reached that time of night where it was hard to tell whether to call it late or early. She got cleaned up and changed for bed, and promptly dropped herself onto her mattress.

Despite her fatigue, MC’s mind wouldn’t keep quiet. She was still reeling from the realization that the RFA’s biggest enemy wasn’t actually a bad guy. Despite the difference in personality, he’d reminded her so much of Seven; just a young man who’d been forced into being something he didn’t want to be, keeping his potentially tragic past all to himself. Her thoughts turned again to all of Seven’s jokes, to the inescapable feeling that they really were cries for help. Rolling towards the bedside table, she grabbed her phone.

MC: You still up?

The response was almost immediate.

707: Yup yup. Something wrong?

MC: Can I call you?

The speed with which the phone started to ring told her she should have given more of an answer.

“Everything’s fine,” she assured as soon as she accepted the call. Seven sighed with relief. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. I just wanted to talk.”

“At this hour?” Seven asked with a dramatic gasp. “Methinks sweet MC is looking for a scandal!” MC giggled in response.

“I just got home!” she cried in her defense.

“Ooh~ So there is a scandal,” Seven prodded. “Just none for poor, lonely Seven Zero Seven!” He sniffled for added effect, and MC felt her chest tighten.

“I was… out with a friend. We had a long night,” she explained. “But, Seven… That’s what I wanted to call you about.”

“To help bury the scandal?” His voice was entirely too excited at the prospect.

“To…? No, I meant… So you wouldn’t be lonely.”

There was a pause, and then Seven laughed, but the sound was a few shades darker than his usual delighted peel. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. I was with Madam Vanderwood all day. It was only a joke!”

MC took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to explain herself without giving away the details of her night.

“I know, you’re always joking,” she said. “But, if you ever weren’t joking… I mean… I guess I just wanted you to know that you could talk to me. If you wanted to. Or rather, if you needed to.”

A longer pause, another laugh. This one was decidedly sad.

“Are you a mind reader, MC?” His voice sounded hollow, and it turned MC’s stomach to knots. She’d never talked to him on the phone while he was upset, only in the chatroom.

“Talk to me,” she coaxed.

Seven took a deep breath, and heaved a long sigh.

“Do you remember me telling you about… my other half?” he asked. “The person I can only meet in my dreams?”

MC nodded, the phone call in question returning to her mind. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Well… Today - or, yesterday now - was that person’s birthday.”

MC’s eyes widened, as pieces she didn’t realize were from the same puzzle started to fit together.

‘It’s dangerous enough that you know my birthday. I can’t tell you my name.’

The way the hacker had tensed when she asked if he was a twin.

‘Other half.’

Seven continued, while MC’s mind raced. “I always get extra sentimental on that person’s birthday, since I can’t congratulate it for them anymore… I worry that they don’t have anyone to congratulate them.”

‘You’re the only one who could congratulate it for me.’

“I’m sure that person has someone.” MC tried to keep her voice optimistic, but she could hear it waver. She prayed Seven was too wrapped up in his own story to notice.

“I hope you’re right,” Seven replied. “Everyone deserves at least one person to congratulate their birthday.”

MC hesitated, anxious to test her theory, but not wanting to cross any lines. “Speaking of which, Seven… When’s your birthday?”

Seven chuckled, a bit of life returning to his voice. “Who, me~? The Defender of Justice has no birthday! I’ve existed for millennia, travelling across time and space to wherever I’m needed most!”

She laughed along with his joke, glad to hear him perking back up.

“Well, even if that is the case, you still deserve birthday congratulations too!” MC announced. “So happy birthday, Defender of Justice! May the universe shower you with all the Honey Buddha Chips and Phd. Pepper you desire!”

Seven gave a mortified gasp. “Phd. Pepper shower?” he asked. “Sounds sticky. I think I’d rather drink it.”

MC laughed again. “Whatever you prefer! It’s your birthday, after all. Hypothetically.”

Seven was quiet for a few moments, and when he spoke again his voice was soft.

“Thank you, MC.”

MC smiled into the dark apartment.

“Any time, Sev.”

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