Mystic Messenger - Saving the Twins - A 707 Short Story

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I guess it must be hard being a hacker.

He's been at his computer for the past 8 hours, no breaks whatsoever.

All I can hear is the click - tap - tap of the mouse and keyboard and some occasional munching of chips and sipping of soda.

He brought me here a few days ago... Yet he hasn't so much as even glanced at me.

Does he really hate me this much?

Or is this what he meant by "I'm only doing this to protect you"?

Or maybe he's just really busy with his work for a break.

Or maybe... V put him up to this and he doesn't really care.

Laying on the bed on her side, the female curled up into a small ball while cuddling with the pillow under her head. Her chest was feeling tight and her heart felt like it was trying to leap out of her throat. Her shoulder - length hot pink locks sprawled around her, bright amethyst purple orbs staring at one section of the wall.

She was wearing a fluffy and sparkly purple sweater that loosely hung off her left shoulder and wore a pair of navy skinny jeans. Her black fedora on the bedside table almost mocked her non-existing freedom. She only ever wore it when she went outside, and it hasn't been worn in almost 6 whole days. She yearned to go outside, even if it was for some fresh air, but Seven wouldn't allow it. He even went as far as getting mad at her for stepping outside his room.

The red - head was furiously tapping away on his keyboard, hacking another few companies, websites, and other things Vanderwood, his so - called maid, had ordered him to do. Headphones on, music was blaring in his ears, the main reason being so he wouldn't hear any more of Hyun-a's complaints. 

Of course, even if she did call him, he wouldn't hear. He said to yell if she needed something, but for the past two days, she's refused to say a word. Aside from going to the bathroom a few times, she's stayed in the same position on the bed.

Occasionally, she would open up the RFA app and chat with the others, always using a cheery mood and using the cute emojis Seven had created of her. But while she spoke to them, there was always a cascade of tears flowing out of her eyes and soaking the pillow. She was almost imitating Seven's actions in the chatroom.

After just finishing chatting with Zen and Jaehee, her stomach growled softly, reminding the pinkette she hadn't eaten properly in over two days. She sat up in bed and checked the time.

It's only 17:26... But I guess I can still consider it dinner time.

Aside from being hungry, she missed wearing her fedora, so she decided that while she looked for something to eat, she'd wear it. Better yet, if she steps outside Seven's room, she'll wear her fedora.

Placing the black hat on top of her head, she stood up and walked towards the door, careful to make sure Seven didn't notice. She didn't want a repeat of yesterday.

Gently closing the room door behind her, she exhaled deeply and wen into the kitchen, opening the fridge and seeing a few vegetables inside. The freezer contained some chicken and popsicles, but that was about it, aside from the fridge being dominated with Dr. Pepper drinks.

I guess I'll just make some stir fry. Although, I don't know if Seven even likes stir fry.

She took out the vegetables and chicken, along with a cutting board and a rather professional looking kitchen knife and started chopping the necessary ingredients. The chicken she sliced into small rectangles and placed them in a bowl while adding black pepper, cheyenne pepper, some lemon juice, and chicken seasoning to it, letting the chicken soak up the flavor.