Reset the Game [ Mystic Messenger/Luciel]

Prologue

Prologue

A reset.

A simple reset was what it had taken her to completely erase him from her memories. From the moment she had first entered the chatroom to the moment the elegant party had ended had completely dissipated into thin air. The only desire he had - other than his brother being safe and sound somewhere in this world - was her to cherish their memories together, hold on to it tightly like it was a rare treasure that only made a seldom appearance.

He yearned and craved for someone to only have their beautiful orbitals fixated on him and no one else. He wanted someone to understand him, it didn't matter if they didn't understand him a hundred percent, he needed it. He wanted someone to adore him for being saeyoung, not for being seven-zero-seven: the happy-go-lucky hacker that feigned elation.

He had finally found someone after his hope in living like any other living soul had wholly vanished somewhere far away, he had found someone at the most unanticipated timing he could ever predict.

However, falling in love with her could possibly be categorised as one of his biggest mistakes committed. Despite giving her all the love he could ever afford, he was the only member in RFA who was aware that someone else would steal her away from him, he knew that even if they spent eleven days together in merriment, the game would reset eventually whether that's what he had wished for or not. The exact same love would instead be given to someone else.The same soothing voice, the same smile that had the ability to brighten up his day no matter what, her being there for him whenever going through a tough predicament; everything she had only given to him, would be transferred to someone else.

Seven would quickly shake his head to get rid of the thoughts that had hunted him ever since the party had ended, opening up the ever so addicting chips that was close to him in proximity and peered at his phone, anxiously waiting for her to enter the chat after a lengthy week had passed.

"I wonder which route you'll be going for this time? I hope you go for mine again," he pauses, a faint smile tugging on the side of his lips. "But I highly doubt that."