Seven struggled with the codes on his visual display unit.
When he had programmed the diary app, he had used random numbers for encryption, so it was hard, even for him, to trace the passlock.
With a failed attempt yesterday, and having submitted his resignation letters today, Seven sat down at his desk, this time with the determination that he will not sleep until he got this done.
I wonder if she's asleep now...
After a quick glance at the CCTV footage, he turns back to his program.
Saeran had stepped out at one point, peering over to his side while he tried to crack the codes with all his might.
I miss her so much...
And it's barely been a week.
How am I going to be sane without her?
When he sees Saeran place some coffee and sandwiches on the desk, he apologises for snapping at his brother the day before.
A small smile is plastered on Saeran's face, and he gives a little nod in reply.
"You can do it."
"Yeah. I will."
And 15 hours later, the very first log is enough to break him down.
•••
Sometimes, even though you lose the will to go on with life, you are forced to go on.
You'd yank yourself up from bed, take a stupid shower, put some damn clothes on, and drag yourself to school, or work, whichever.
After a tiring day, I come to the comfort of the apartment and take a shower before I head to the kitchen to have some bagels.
There is no point to go on, and yet, I have no choice.
Three bagels disappear by the time there is a rough knock on my door.
Slouching, I open the door to be welcomed by Saeran Choi.
"May I come in?" He asks, and when I move away, he steps in.
"I came to tell you that your diary app got hacked into." He has to say after he takes a seat and I offer him a bagel.
"My.. How did you know I have a diary app?"
"That's not important. Can I use your computer system?" He asks. When I give him a nod, he wipes his hand on a tissue and walks to the system.
"Saeran, what's going on?" I ask, watching him type some things on the computer.
"Gimme a second." He says.
Seconds pass by, probably even minutes, before he pokes my shoulder.
"See that?"
"Yeah?" I ask, peering over to the screen.
"It traces back to Saeyoung's apartment."
I squint my eyes at Saeran.
"Eh? Who would hack from there? Unless... Saeran, did you hack into-"
"I cannot BELIEVE you, you're just like Saeyoung!" He cries. He then notices the smile forming on my face that I try to hide.
"I didn't mean it as a compliment." He tries to say as calmly as possible.
"Saeyoung is reading your journal. See?"
Seven?
When I look at the last log, it shows that it had been last accessed 2 minutes ago.
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Chasing the Clouds • 707 ✔
Fanfic❝I kind of, sort of, really liked you.❞ • Saeyoung Choi • Not spoiler free • •completed + edited •