2A/N: Ok so I just found this game (yeah, I know I'm a few years late to the party) and I'm OBSESSED WITH 707; oh my lord I've never loved a fictional character so much in my life, I'm on Day 6 of his route right now and I couldn't sleep and had the urge to write about him, I'll continue this as best as I can when I learn more of his story. Please enjoy and thank you so much for reading!
A light smirk flashed upon his face, 707 had successfully gotten access to the CCTV camera at Rika's apartment, if only he knew what this was going to mean for his heart.
His golden eyes locked onto the young woman smiling back oblivious that she was being monitored.
Ok, lets see who you are.
Long brunette hair, bangs and beautiful eyes that shone like the sun? Check.
A womanly figure, not exactly a twig but very light framed with hips that could give the goddess of fertility a run for her money….Oh my.
Well, hello there aren't you a cutie? He nervously ran his fingers through his crimson curls, forgetting for just a second that he couldn't be seen.
This was the beginning of the end of the Seven everyone knew and loved.
A few days had passed since she'd entered his and the rest of the RFA's life, and he thanked his God that she'd blessed him with her presence, she was an absolute delight to everyone.
She knew when to joke around just like him; but also carried herself with a mature approach to serious topics. Just who was she? What were her secrets? Why did he constantly ignore his work to call or text her?
And as if on cue...
MC has entered the chatroom.
Oh! She's finally back!
Seven threw himself at his bedroom door and made sure his maid Vanderwood was nowhere to be seen, he'd only taser and scold him if he knew he wasn't getting on with his work. Seven locked the door and returned back to his desk, limping awkwardly to his chair. It had been a few hours since he had last stood up and pins and needles had taken his body hostage.
707 has entered the chatroom.
MC: Oh God Seven! You've graced me with your presence! Is this the holy rapture?
A quiet giggle escaped from his chest, this girl was absolutely hilarious and knew how to push all of his buttons.
707: Yes my lady, I am here! 707 shines upon your beauty.
MC: I think you mean your beauty shines upon me, my handsome lord~
They both continued this bizarre interaction for awhile, talking about silly things like cat robots, greek mythology, if their friend Jumin had an affinity for men and innocently flirted back and forth; like smitten teenagers.
Dear lord, thank you for putting someone just like me on this Earth. I promise you I will cut down on Doctor Pepper...one day. But not today. He grinned at his screen and absently cupped his can of fizzy pop, squeezing slightly.
His grin slowly faded and turned into a melancholy smile.
But she's not like you is she? She's just like the fraud 707 persona you created. She'll never understand you for who you actually are, why would anyone care to be with the depressing, sadistic, downright pathetic; Saeyoung Choi.
The grip on his can tightened, Doctor Pepper came spilling out all over his desk.
Shit, I'm right. He smiled sadly, pushing his glasses (along with the intrusive thoughts) back up.
Vanderwood would probably come to check on him soon, he'd already caught Seven talking to MC and strictly warned him not to get attached. As if he needed to tell him that.
707: Anyway my disciple, I must get back to work. Duty calls ~
707: Oh and don't forget to eat ok?
MC: I won't! But you should eat something more than chips O' Great 707! I'll talk to you later.
MC: I'll miss you T_T
707 has left the chatroom.
Hah.
Saeyoung tore his gaze away from the chatroom app, he felt a sharp pang in his chest when he looked at those seemingly innocent words. Since when did people affect his heart like this? Was it just a case of indigestion? Or something more sinister...
Not knowing about the dangers that lay ahead for him he continued on with his work.
Well. He tried to.
Another day had passed and he'd finally forced himself to get a few hours of sleep. But curiosity took over and he pulled out his phone; the screen seared into his exhausted blood shot pupils.
It took a moment for him to focus but once he did he shot up in his bed.
Someone unauthorized had gotten access to the RFA chatroom. He grabbed his safety tape themed glasses and smashed them against his nose.
707: Emergency! We have a CODE RED.
Zen: What the hell are you talking about?
Yoosung: Is this about that noise on my phone last night?
MC: Did anyone see those weird messages? Or was it some sort of glitch.
Shit. He bit the corner of his lip, someone had done it again! They'd hacked into his app and tried messing around with the access codes; they were after something that's for sure. He just hope it didn't mean that MC was in any danger.
Clack clack clack, the sound was deafening and he was pretty sure he was going to produce steam from his keyboard if he typed any faster, but he had to fix this.
707: MC do you mind if I check in on you on the CCTV? I'll be able to make sure no one breaks into the apartment or something.
MC: Oh! Please. whatever you have to do, I'm at your command my lord~
707: You'll be fine MC. I'll make it my mission nothing happens to you.
707: The great 7-0-7 Defender of Justice will protect the Princess!
I have to make sure she's safe.
He felt his body drop into an imaginary abyss. Why was he going to such lengths for someone he barely knew? Just the thought of her not being around to laugh at his jokes anymore made him lurch.
Don't be stupid. You don't have feelings for this girl do you? No. You can't. You cannot allow yourself to get close to anyone, idiot.
Once again he shook off his provoking thoughts, there was no way he was going to let himself develop lovey dovey feelings for anyone; he never had before and he wasn't about to start now. To him getting close to someone like that meant oblivion, he'd end up hurting them or they'd leave after finding out that 707 was in fact a lie.
His eyes darted back and forth. Back and forth. She was cleaning a bookshelf and looked like she was humming something.
Ugh If only I had audio. He cursed himself for not installing a mic as well as the camera.
Back to his work. Oh but she'd just started bobbing her head and mouthing along words.
No. Back to the job. But look how cute she is swaying her hips like that, back and forth, back and forth..
"ARGH WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME" he tore into a bag of his favourite honey chips and began munching on them aggressively.
"I know what I need, some good music therapy" He shoved his favourite orange headphones over his ears, making sure they were snug.
Ahhh a bit of 80's, that always helps calm me down.
Don't, don't you want me?
You know I can't believe it when I hear that you won't see me
Don't, don't you want me?
You know I don't believe you when you say that you don't need me
It's much too late to find
You think you've changed your mind
You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry
It didn't help at all.
MC had long since finished cleaning and was now looking deep in thought down at her phone, she bit her lip and smirked. Saeyoung froze, his hand still in the now empty bag of Honey chips. He'd been watching her clean a damned bookshelf whilst singing cheesy as hell love ballads towards her camera feed.
In fact he'd kept count; he was looking at the CCTV every 2.35 seconds.
Shit.
