Saving Grace (707XReader)

Like You

After they dropped off Zen and Yoosung at their respective houses, with promises to pick them up in an hour, _____ and Seven arrived back at her apartment. _____ opened the door for him and he walked inside. Honey was curled up on the couch and when they walked into the apartment, he lifted his head and blinked at them. His little nose started moving as he sniffed the air, meowing indignantly.
"He knows what we did," Seven joked and walked over, scratching Honey behind his ears before he turned to look at _____.
"Do you want to talk about what happened now or later?" he asked.
_____ frowned a moment in thought. If she talked about it now she would probably be all depressed while she was at dinner with her friends. But then again, if she waited to talk about it, it might end up being worse. She sighed and looked at her feet.
"I don't know honestly," she said. "I could probably use a hug though."
Seven gave her a soft smile before he walked over to her. "You don't even need to ask," he said and wrapped his arms around her.
She slid her arms around his waist and held onto him for a while, burying her face in his shirt. He didn't hold her tightly, but she didn't feel any less secure in his arms. It was a comfortable feeling, warm and safe. Definitely a feeling that she could get used to. She took in a deep breath and it wasn't until Seven rested his chin on her forehead and started gently rubbing her back that she realized that it was a little shaky.
"Whatcha thinking about?" he asked.
She shook her head and buried her head deeper into his chest.
"Come on, tell me," he said.
"No," _____ whined like a a kid.
"I'll tickle you if you don't tell me," he threatened.
"No, don't!" she said and lifted her head out of his shirt.
"Tell me and I won't," he said with a shit eating grin on is face.
_____ felt her face heat up. "I was just thinking about how..." she mumbled the last bit and looked to the side.
"What? I didn't catch that," he said and turned his head so that his ear was closer to her mouth. "Thinking about how what?"
_____ chewed at her lip. "About how comfortable it is when you hold me..."
Seven's cheeks started warming up just a bit. He coughed and looked to the side. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I would probably hold you any chance I got," he said, trying to sound cool.
_____ looked at him and noticed the blush on his cheeks. She giggled a bit. "I should get into the shower before we go. I smell like dog and Honey might appreciate it if I didn't smell like that anymore." She started to pull out of his arms when he tightened his arms.
"Wait," he said.
She looked up at him, her hands on his chest. "Are you okay?"
He brushed some hair out of her face and leaned his forehead against hers. "Can I kiss you?"
_____ blinked a bit and her face turned pink. "Yeah. I think so," she said.
Seven smiled at her before he gently connected his lips to hers and he tightened his arms around her. _____ slid her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She found herself thinking that she could also get used to kissing him like this, too. She didn't want to think of him as better as Jeong, but as his own person, but she also had to admit that she felt better around Seven then she ever did when she was with Jeong.
But that could also have been her broken heart looking back at the past relationship in a darker light and rebounding onto Seven.
When that though crossed her mind, she pulled back. Seven followed her a fraction of an inch, before he let her retreat. Instead of looking disappointed at her ending the kiss so soon, he was smiling at her. She wondered if he knew what she thought. Part of her thought he did because he already seemed to have been able to hack into her brain, given that he almost always knew what she was thinking. The other part hoped that didn't know because she didn't want to hurt him.
She pecked him lightly. "I'll be out of be shower in a little bit if you want to hop in afterwards."
He nodded and let go of her. "All right. Enjoy your shower," he said with a smile.
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When _____ walked out of the shower she saw Seven sitting at his set up. He changed into a plain white button down shirt, buttoned all the way to the top and a pair of black jeans. His shirt was tucked in and _____ had to admit that he looked rather stuffy like that. The screen of his computer reflected in the lenses of his glasses. She walked up next to him, dressed in her own outfit of black and white, and looked at the screen. The green type on the black background looked like absolute gibberish to him, but she knew that Seven could understand it. She found herself wondering what it would be like to speak the same language as him.
"Could you teach me?" she asked.
"Huh?" Seven said and turned to look at her "Teach you..." his voice trailed off as he looked at _____.
His eyes widened when he saw what she was wearing. He looked her up and down, taking in her appearance. She looked beautiful in her black and white dress. He pushed up his glasses and stood up, the chair nearly falling over behind him.
"You, um... you look beautiful," he said lamely, scratching the back of his head.
_____ blushed a bit, but smiled regardless. "Thank you," she said and tilted her head at his buttoned up shirt. She frowned and undid the top two buttons. "There. Much better."
Seven smirked. "If you want me to undress, all you have to do is ask," he said.
_____ giggled a bit. "No, you just looked a little stuffy and uncomfortable like that. Besides, that's not what I asked."
"Asked?" Seven questioned and tilted his head to the side. "Oh right... Teach you what?"
_____ motioned to the computer screen where the lines of code stopped moving. "Teach me how to code, hack," she said.
Seven looked from her to the computer and then back to her. He sighed and looked up, running his fingers through his hair. After a second, he looked back down at her, sitting back in his chair. Before he said anything, he reached up and grabbed her hand, pulling her into his lap. For a long moment, they just sat there, Seven holding _____ in his lap and _____ wondering when he was going to say something.
"Why do you want to learn how to code?" he asked in a soft voice.
_____ lifted head out from underneath his chin and looked him. "I want to speak the same language as you."
"But we already do," he said and brushed the back of his hand against her cheek lightly.
_____ noticed that he looked kind of sad. "You know what I mean," she said. "Not the language that everyone understands, the language that only you understand."
Seven smiled slightly. "You already speak that, too," he said. "You don't need to learn how to code to talk to me in a language only I understand. Besides, many other people understand it, too."
She sighed. "Why don't you want to teach me how to code?""
"Because there's no need for you to be like me," he said and looked her right in the eyes. "What I do isn't clean. It's not something I want someone like you to get involved with. You're so pure and innocent and I don't want to be the reason that gets ruined."
"I'm not pure and innocent," _____ challenged.
"I'm not talking about the biblical sense," he said. "Listen. Me and hackers like me are the cockroaches of the internet. We weasel our way into the past of people and find out their dirtiest secrets. Sometimes we use those secrets ourselves or we give them to people we work for. I've had to erase my past to keep myself and others safe. I live my life in a dark room surrounded by computer screens. You get to live you life out in the light, smiling and happy and surrounded by friends. I want you to stay like that."
"But what if I want to be like you?" she said. "What if that life sounds so lonely to me and I don't want you to be alone anymore?"
Seven froze. He looked like a statue sitting there. He just stared straight ahead at her. She wasn't even sure if he was breathing. Finally he spoke.
"Trust me," he said. "You don't want to be like me, afraid to get close to anyone, always worried that someone is going to find you and hurt you or the people you care about." He brushed some hair out of her face. "Besides, I don't mind being alone. I've been doing this since I was younger. I'm used to it. You don't need to change yourself just to keep me company."
"But you aren't those things," she said. "I can tell you don't like being lonely. Don't lie to me."
Seven laughed. "Trust me, I'm okay."
"You got close to me," _____ said. "Actions speak louder then words. If you weren't lonely, why would you want to be around someone broken like me?"
"By the time I realized what I was doing, it was already too late. I would have hurt you. I don't want that," he said. "And please don't ever say you're broken again. You're not. You've just had you're heart broken and you're just starting to heal. It's okay to feel the way you're feeling right now after what just happened. And believe me when I say that I'm terrified that something is going to happen to you. That hacker that brought you here is still out there and we still don't know why. If he were to hurt you I don't know what I would do." He bowed his head and rested it on _____'s shoulder.
"I can take can take care of myself."
"Be that as it may, I don't to put you in a more danger than you already are," he said. "Please, just trust me. Stay the way you are. You don't need to be like me."
_____ was silent for a moment before she sighed and rested the side of her head against his and wrapped her arms around him. "All right," she conceded.
Seven tightened his arms around her, almost painfully so. "Thank you."
_____ closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was going to smell like him after this. She hoped that the others weren't going to question it. But then she found herself wondering what he meant when he said that they spoke the same language, one that only he could understand. She opened her mouth to ask him, but before she got the chance, her phone started to ring. She pulled away from Seven and reached for it on the dining room table. Sliding her finger against the slender glass screen she put it up to her ear.
"Hello?" she asked.
"_____?" Zen said. "What's going on? I thought you said an hour? Did something happen?"
"No. Everything's fine, Zen. We're leaving now. We'll be there in about ten minutes. Tell Yoosung that we'll be there after we get you."
"Is everything okay? You sound upset. Did Seven do anything to you?" Zen asked, a hard edge to his voice.
"Yes everything is fine. No Seven didn't do anything. We were just talking," _____ said.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah. I'll be okay. You don't need to worry about me, Zen," she said. "We'll be there in a few minutes."
Before Zen could answer, she hung up the phone and looked at Seven. He had lifted his head off her shoulder while she was talking and was looking at her.
"Zen?"
_____ nodded. "We should probably go get him and Yoosung before we meet up with Jumin and Jaehee.