Chasing the Clouds • 707 ✔

｢log code; epilogue 03｣ • day 31, 16.28am

My life is not a soap opera, and I realise this the minute we hit traffic when we hit the main road.

"Oh great, I forgot it's the rush hour, and I can barely drive this." Saeran mumbles. "How the heck does Saeyoung even use this thing, I can't even."

"All my life I had believed that I would never deserve a love so pure like yours, and yet there you are... Do you really like me that much?"

"There's still thirty or so blocks to go, what do we do?!"

"I'm getting off!" I say, and Saeran stares at me as if I am crazy.

"You can't just run like that!"

"I can't just sit here!" I argue back when the cell phone lets out another beep.

"I want to cherish you."

Sighing, Saeran unlocks the door for me.

"Oh, wait, one more thing."

"Yeah?"

"Call him Saeyoung when you see him. He'll probably get a kick out of it."

And as I give a smile to the twin brother of the boy I was in love with, I can't help but thank the Lord that we were on good terms.

I was so thankful, that I had found people who were willing to go an extra mile for me and to acknowledge my feelings.

The RFA has helped me so much, and I was happy to help them in return.

Now that I've helped Saeran... Only Seven remains.

"You have no idea how much I love you now."

"Don't worry, Saeran," I say, stepping out of the car. "I will never give up on my love. It's way too strong for that."

"Stop telling me cringe-worthy things and just go." He replies, and I rush off, thanking him once again.

"I think it is safe to say that 707... Luciel... Saeyoung... all of me... they're all yours now."

It felt as if Seven planned on killing me with his words right there, and my slipper almost gets stuck in one of the cobblestones as I try to run like a lunatic.

And when I reach the porch, I realise that I do not have an Arabic dictionary to get into his apartment.

Crap, this is bad. I should have brought Saeran too...

When I try to type on the log Seven was writing on, I find that I can't write anything on it. Figuring that Seven made the app such that it can be used by one user per time, I let out a loud groan.

As I stand, mentally cursing in fifteen languages, my eyes dart to the CCTV camera a little further away from his door.

It would probably have been a thousand times better to just ring the doorbell.

Not even thousand, maybe even a million times more.

And yet, I found myself hauling my cell phone at the CCTV camera.

Was I insane?

Was I officially losing my mind?

Was it because of the messages I got from Seven?

I don't have the time to regret what I did, because the door opens, and Seven steps out, a confused look plastered on his face.

"What just happe- Oh. Oh. OH."

And when I run up to him, he opens his arms out wide, twirling me around once before he pulls me closer to his body.

"Y-You're here!" He cries when he hears my sobbing.