When you opened your eyes, the clock on your bedside table declared that it was twenty past three in the morning. Everything was white. The curtains, the sheets, your pyjamas. Looking around, you realised that you were in a hospital. You sat up, massaging your neck gingerly. You looked around. When you looked down at your bed, you saw Seven. He was passed out on the edge of your bed. He sat on a chair beside your bed and he leaned forward, with his arms under his head. You smiled, deciding to leave him be. You stood up, itching to walk. You swung your legs out from under the sheets. You would like to say that you walked with no problem, but your legs were stiff and wobbly.
You pushed the curtains aside and walked into a corridor of sorts. There were about six curtained off sections. But the one next to yours was the one that caught your attention. The curtains were open slightly. A green light flashed slowly from inside. You hobbled over to close the curtain. But you saw who lay on the bed inside and you stopped short. A small gasp escaped your lips. He had a large cut above his eyebrow held together with stitches. His white and pink hair fell across his bruised face. His hands lay beside him. His skin seemed greyish tinge to it. You slowly walked past the curtains and over to the side of his bed. "Why are you here?" You whispered as you stared at him, "Why aren't you in jail?" You glanced sideways. A file sat on the table next to his bed. On the front, in capital letters, it said 'SAERAN CHOI'. Choi... Luciel Choi... Saeran Choi... You looked back at Saeran. You still didn't trust him entirely, but now you didn't detest him. After brushing his hair away from his eyes, you walked but towards the corridor, more confused about the situation than ever.
City lights twinkled below you. The windows creaked quietly as you opened them. The curtains billowed out beside you when the wind rushed into the room. Your hair floated in the air behind you. You leaned forwards and rested your elbows on the window frame. The Autumn air was cold and refreshing against your skin. Footsteps interrupted the silence in the room. You closed your eyes and sighed. As you turned around, the wind picked up, making your hair cascade in front of you. When the wind stopped, you opened your eyes. "How's Saeran?"
"Not... not very good it seems..." His voice trailed off as he averted his gaze.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I," He looked back you and ran a hand through his hair, "I didn't know, I swear."
"Seven, you need to be honest with me." You sighed.
"I am," Seven took a step towards you, "I didn't know who he was until he told me!"
"You never talk about your family or past," You crossed your arms in front of you. "Now might be a good time to start."
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Someday In Space
Fanfiction[CAUTION: Contains spoilers for the game 'Mystic Messenger'] You have spent the past seven months catching up with your friends from the RFA... especially Seven. Somebody keeps calling you, calling you 'Princess'. What does this mean for you and how...
