707 Dreams (707 x Reader)

Seven

707: Hey cutie ;) Did ya sleep well? I hope it's not too early to be texting you.

You find yourself smiling slightly as your phone goes off with a soft buzz, stirring you from your comfortable position in bed the next morning. Rolling over, you grab your phone and sit up slightly, only smiling more at the message. Had he really just called you cute? You hesitate a moment, before remembering you gave him you texted him first before bed, saying you might like that in reply to the note he left behind from dinner. You then blush faintly as you realize just how much you were smiling. You had to stop... It was silly to get involved with anything, you know. Especially with all that's going on in your head right now...

You shake your head slightly to clear your thoughts before bringing back your small smile.

MC: Cutie?? I slept okay I guess. A bad dream kept me up a little closer to morning, but otherwise okay

MC: What about yourself? You sleep well? And it's never too early. If it was, I wouldn't be replying, now would I?

707: You do have a point! I'm sorry to hear you had a bad dream. Those are never fun!

707: Can I ask what it was about that kept you up...?

You hum to yourself softly as you think. Should he know...? Then again, why shouldn't he? He didn't have to know why you had that dream, just that you had it. The chances of anyone knowing your past to begin with was slim, and if anyone were to put the pieces together you could always lie and deter them from the truth. From the embarrassment...

MC: Well, I mean I guess you can. But whether I answer is another story ;)

707: Oh ho ho! Is that so? Such a secretive woman you are, Mari.

MC: Do you like secrets?

707: Sure do! Always sniff 'em out and discover the truth!! Can you handle the truth?

MC: Heh, probably not.

707: haha most people can't, so don't feel too bad about that

707: Now c'mon! What did you dream about last night??

MC: Nothing much. Memories mostly, mixing in with my dreams. SUPER boring stuff! Don't wanna drag you down with it. Especially so early in the morning.

707: Aww, aren't you the considerate one!

707: But is it really that early? I've been up for a while now... Then again, my sleep schedule's messed up as it is. ;p

MC: It's that early for me! Though, anything before noon feels early lately.

707: Very true, my fine friend! Very true.

MC: Fine? Did you magically turn into a gentleman in the last five seconds?

707: Magically? My dear, I AM magic! And I always have been a gentleman! I feel hurt...

MC: Sorry!! You just seem too silly to be seen as a proper gentleman. But maybe that's a good thing...

707: What, me? Silly? Preposterous!!

707: I am serious seven-zero-seven twenty four seven!

MC: Sure you are...

You find yourself giggling faintly at his comedic texts. You can just imagine his smile as he types, and that somehow makes you smile even more. After a while of talking, you finally convince yourself to crawl out of bed and make some breakfast. You have the day off of classes thankfully, though that doesn't stop Yoosung from messaging you at least once. He still had a class, and complained to you in a joking manner while you worked on homework before lunch.

Seven messaged you almost the entire time, only stopping when he said he had to do something before coming back. He seemed to enjoy talking to you, and you are very much enjoying talking with him. Far more than the nervous conversation of the evening prior. At one point, you excuse yourself to get ready, explaining you had to work the afternoon since you had the day off of classes. He sent you a gasping emoticon and allowed you to change in peace. Finding your simple grey work clothes accented by the company's blue colour, you grab your phone and head out, sending Seven and Yoosung messages once at work that you might not respond quickly, and the time flew by about as quickly as it could so you could leave all the sooner.

You're grateful when your shift ends, the sun just beginning to set as you begin your way home. You can't help but think about your day. You and Seven had talked immensely, him quickly getting to know you and you slowly getting to know him. Of course, there were things you kept and information you were surprised he guessed, and the same came from his end. All day, you couldn't shake the eerie and uncomfortable feeling that lingered anytime you talked to or even thought of Seven. Why was that?

Returning home you collapse onto the couch, turning on the tv to drown out your thoughts. It manages to help, until the news begins and the first story talks of the most recent arrests, and you begin remembering your dream from last night. The horribly vivid nightmare of life-threatening events... A shiver runs down your spine at the memory and you stand up quickly, knowing you need something new to ease your mind. Good always helps... A bag of chips and a can of soda to relax you.

When you wander into the kitchen, you don't realize you left your phone on the couch, and only when you hear it vibrating profusely do you realize. A bag of honey buddha chips in hand, you plop back onto the couch and answer your ringing phone without a second thought. You're expecting it to be one of three things: Seven, Yoosung, or someone from work. Rarely is it anything else, and you are far from expecting reality.

A crackling sound comes through from the other end, and you raise your eyebrow slightly. "Hello?" You ask again, hearing no reply to the initial question. When yet another moment of silence passes, you check your phone. Yes, the line is still supposedly alive, your smartphone counting the seconds since you hit the answer button. "Is anyone there?" you ask the static. Still nothing. "Maybe they-"

"Hello...?" a voice comes through. It's rough and sounds garbled from the static, but you can tell it's a man's voice easily enough. "Can y- ear me?" the voice tries, but reception seems to be horrible between the two phones. "I'm- get you- coming- wait-" and the line goes dead. Confused, you pull your phone away and check the number. It was a local number, but even with caller ID the only thing that comes up is Unknown where the name should be.

And then your phone vibrates again. A text this time.

Unknown: Just you wait, princess. I'll find you soon enough, and then the party of your dreams will come to reality.