Drapetomania

Chapter One: Soar

Freedom.

That's what Seven had always heard came with the ability to hack- the ability to write a line of code and do anything.

Playing god on the web was entertaining, and after years of experience he wasn't reluctant to dive in further. The deep web left people mortified, but Seven wasn't one of those people. Due to his job he had often seen the worst of humanity, but his involvement in illegal activity left him feeling trapped. It would be practically impossible for him to quit his dangerous career without causing an uproar. Every single day he longed to run away from it all, but he woke only to start his morning routine like he normally would.

Cracking open a can of Ph D. Pepper, he scavenged around his desk in an attempt to find a bag of Honey Budha chips. Patting the messy desk littered in empty plastic bags that had the remnants of a few chip-crumbs, he grumbled in the midst of his annoyance. Furrowing his brows, he came to a conclusion that breakfast could wait even if it happened to be the most important meal of the day. Spotting his phone light up in the corner of his eye, the bright screen reflected off of his glasses. A smirk twitched on the corners of his lips when he saw that Yoosung had created a chatroom, deciding that he would enter purely to tease him.

Chatroom Title - Yoosung's Nightmare

Yoosung ★: Seven!

707: It's seven-zero-seven, psssh!

Yoosung ★: Yeah yeah

Yoosung ★: You're up early +_+

Yoosung ★: Something wrong?

707: nah

707: just slept at a decent hour for once lololol

Yoosung ★: You need a proper sleeping schedule... (￣､￣A) ﾌｩ

707: like u have room to be talking lol

Yoosung ★: I really needed the new skin on LOLOL!

Yoosung ★: But speaking of sleep I had a weird dream...

707: u already have waaayyy too many skins

707: what was it about?

707: wait don't tell me, did you have steamy troll time under the bridge in LOLOL or something lololololol;;

Yoosung ★: !!!

Yoosung ★: No, it was about the deep web

Yoosung ★: There's been a lot of scary stories and stuff about it on my recommended

707: oh? it's really not that bad lol

Yoosung ★: What are you talking about?! They sell drugs on there and do crazy stuff!

707: everyone makes it out to be worse than what it actually is

707: i could help u set up tor so you can see it

Yoosung ★: I don't know...

707: i'm the defender of justice, right? i'll make sure nothing happens to u lol

Yoosung ★: Like that gives me any comfort

Yoosung ★: I...

Yoosung ★: I guess, I have nothing better to do

Yoosung ★: Classes were canceled today anyway.

707: alright let me just pull up ur monitor

Yoosung ★: Are you hacking into my computer again?!

707: chill lol

707: i'm making sure u do it right the first time

707: i won't look at ur special folder lololol

Yoosung ★: What special folder?! (*//^^//*)

707: alright it's downloading, just open it and don't mess with the settings

707: and don't tell anyone ur personal info

707: seriously

Yoosung ★: I'm not stupid

707: good

707: it's setup now, i need to get some work done ugh;;

Yoosung ★: Do you ever get time off?

707: no not really

707: it's time consuming, but it's my job lol

707: i wish i could just stop but...

707: i can't

707: i feel trapped, but at the same time i feel like no one would remember me if i died

707: just a distant shadow i guess lol

Yoosung ★: I would remember you!

707: do u ever just wanna

707: close ur eyes and spread your hands out

707: and soar into the air

707: to fly and be free from the world i guess lol

Yoosung ★: Now you're getting all philosophical on me...

707: sorry i'll stop

707: i need to work anyway ugh;;

707: call me if you need anything

707: don't be stupid, stupid

Yoosung ★: Hey!

707 has left the chatroom.

Disconnecting Yoosung's monitor, Seven had began to filter through his emails. Addressed was all the problems he was notified of by a robot that he had created, so he began to write several lines of code to temporarily solve the issue. Hacking was much like solving a puzzle by all means, but his thoughts were clouded. He questioned whether or not his brother remembered him, though he knew that V and Rika had to be taking good care of him. Skimming down the screen full of green text, he pulled his large orange headphones over his ears. Deciding to listen to the songs voiced by Zen that Jaehee had been raving about, he didn't notice his phone blaring right beside him. Message after message rolled in and he was completely oblivious as to why Yoosung would be spamming him. But the last message he had sent was more concerning than others, after all it read:

"help, they're coming!"