Continue? (707 x Reader)

Chapter 11: Uncomfortable

You were taken aback by those words.

Cuter in person? What did he mean by that?

The redhead boy saw your face twist into confusion and then uncertainty and then back to confusion.

You placed yourself further back on the couch you sat on, averting your eyes from this strangers' intense yellow ones.

To your guess, your reactions and obvious discomfort and bewilderment served as entertainment for this boy, for he began to laugh hysterically and to your surprise, it was a laugh you were all too familiar with.

Mocking the gesture of wiping tears away from the end of a laugh, the boy began to speak again.

"Aha, I'm so sorry! You just- well, I have been wanting to see you for so long, I just- I just couldn't wait any longer!" He stammered.

The redhead's voice was also so familiar. You couldn't help but give silent props to this obvious, very convincing cosplayer. You thought all of this was some prank, maybe you won a prize on the Mystic Messenger website! Yes that must be it! You won some sort of incentive for playing the game for so long! All of that real life money really did pay off after all... or so you thought.

The boy realized your brain was moving at one hundred miles an hour. You were avoiding to look at him again and your body language screamed discomfort.

"Hey Jagi, I got all the papers signed and all. You should be good to go. How are you feeling?" Zen asked, raising his hand up to your forehead to check for any sort of abnormal warmth but as soon as his hand reached for you, it was gently slapped away with the boy in the black sweater.

"Shes fine." He said sternly. "She's just overwhelmed is all, aren't you (Y/n)?"

He asked you as if he knew you. Did he? Was he the real character from the game you're always playing? Was he the route you constantly took when you were feeling low? Always replaying that special ending of his so you can feel loved? How? He is not real. The person in front of you, let alone speaking to you just could not be real. Then again, here he is, talking to you, looking at you, and even touching you.

You hadn't realized he was grabbing your hand until you left your head filled with thoughts. You gave a small "Huh?" and then looked down to see what the redhead in glasses was doing. In a small panic, you swiped your hand from his gentle grasp and held it close to your chest, switching your glance between both men in front of you.

"Ok Seven that's enough, you're scaring the lady." Zen says, rolling his eyes, pulling the boy sitting in front of you back a bit by his shoulder. "Can you just, not be a creep for one second and listen to what she has to say? Apparently she's been kidnapped and we're here to find out which apartment she was staying in so we can find out anything she may remember or find familiar. You're distracting her and being weird adds to her obvious discomfort, look at her!"

The man in the yellow glasses looked at you again from your exposed legs in shorts, up to your eyes. He gave a small, mischievous smirk before saying, "Oh I'm looking alright." and it didn't go unnoticed by Zen, for he lightly smacked him on the bag of the head, mumbling the words "idiot creep" in Korean.

Thats when I looked down again at myself and put my hands over my legs, crossing them closer to me.

With a sigh, Zen sat extended his hand to you and asked if you wanted to stand up, to which you abided. He then asked you if you wanted to walk him to the apartment in which you supposedly escaped, to which again, you nodded. All three of you walked passed different rooms until you reached the one at the end of the hall.

"This one. I didn't fully close it I guess when I ran out." You said, leading them into the unlocked room and trailing behind them.

This whole time, you couldn't help but notice that the boy with the red hair would not stop chuckling every time you made a step to a different direction. It was that last snicker that you just broke with the truth. The weird, unbelievable truth.