707 Dreams (707 x Reader)

Eight

"Sorry again for barging in on your night!" Yoosung says sheepishly, a hand running through his messy hair as he offers you a sweet smile.

You wave his worries away with a wave of your hand and an equally kind smile. "Nah, don't worry about it. Having the company wasn't really all that bad! Plus, you know me, it's probably better you dropped in." you reply with a chuckle. "Otherwise it might have been shameful..."

Yoosung laughs along with you, grinning as he holds open the door for you. It's a bit of a rainy morning, but you honestly don't mind. The rain has always seemed rather calming and peaceful to you, and considering you're inside most of the morning for a class, it made you pretty indifferent. You step into the lecture hall ahead of Yoosung, choosing a couple seats a few rows back from the front.

Pulling out your class-filled notebook and a few colourful pens, you also pull out a small daily planner as Yoosung begins rambling about his latest achievements, both in game and real life. "I even made a healthy breakfast this morning!" you hear him finish, blinking with a small smile to assure him you were listening fully.

"That sounds wonderful! I mostly just had leftovers... So exhausted this morning." you groan in response. Yoosung gives you a worried but questioning look. You simply shake your head at him softly, opening up your planner and turning to the date marked by a small red ribbon between the pages: today's date. It's on the right page, and on the left is yesterday, the once empty lines now filled in with curling writing about groceries, homework to do, and at the very start, what appears to be a small story. You pick up a simple blue pen and begin writing in the empty space of today's page.

A questioning Yoosung peers over, leaning on your desk slightly. "Does that have anything to do with how tired you are? It's so full!" he exclaims. You shake your head again, before pausing and nodding slowly.

"But not for the reason you think," you start with a sigh. "Yes, it's full, but that's not my problem. Not really. I'm fine with late nights and busy weekends. What's been bothering me are these dreams..." Your explanation probably doesn't really explain that much to him, your eyes glancing back at him every now and then as you write while you speak. Placing the dot at the end of your sentence, you finally relax back. You read it over.

'Voices and a familiar face. Do I know him? Memories perhaps? Though only one is familiar to me, and it's not him. He was not my family...'

"Wow," Yoosung breathes. "They must be some serious dreams to keep you up at night and make you this tired. Even during finals week I never see you this sleepy!" You nod and close your planner, but Yoosung then slips his hand over yours and snatches it away before you can protest. "May I?" he asks, barely even waiting for an answer as he begins thumbing backwards through the hard-cover book. You nod briefly, before focusing on trying to twirl your gel-pen in your fingers while he reads.

Muttering under his breath, you keep track of what days Yoosung is reading from the key words you catch. "Voices... Familiar face...? Fields... Children... parents...?" he hums quietly. His expression slowly turns from pure curiosity to confusion and uncertainty as he reads, finally reaching the last page and looking up to you again.

"How long have these dreams been happening....?"

"Long enough I guess. They started before my entries too. I only began writing them down when they didn't stop and truly started bothering me. At first I thought it was maybe a movie I watched, or too many late nights. But then they never stopped, and I started seeing flashes of my parents and my
childhood mixed in... I'm just so tired." you explain, letting out a tiny sigh.

Yoosung closes up the planner and places it back on your desk, a thin line formed along his lips in thought. "I'm gonna try some sleeping pills tonight I think, to try and get into a sleep so deep I don't even dream," you add, filling the silence.

"Are you sure that's smart?" he asks worriedly. "Do you need me to come over again? I don't know what I could do to help, but if they're scary dreams I could - "

"No," you interrupt. "Thanks, but I need to figure this out on my own. Besides..." You turn and flash Yoosung a bright smile just as the professor walks in. "I couldn't stand letting you see me like that!"

He seems to nod in understanding. He knew you were secretive. Proud. You simply didn't want him to see you such a mess after waking up from those strange, terrifying dreams. But more importantly, you didn't want him to worry. They were just dreams after all, right? They would have to end eventually, and they didn't cause any harm...

Accepting your words, Yoosung does his best to focus on the quickly-beginning lecture happening at the front of the class, taking care to quietly wake you if you ever started dozing. Which, sadly, was rather often. You're praying those sleeping pills will work, but for now, at least Yoosung understood why you were so tired. It meant he could help cover you in class, and you especially appreciate it later as he buys you a bag of honey buddha chips and a doctor pepper for lunch to try and cheer you up and give you an extra boost of energy.

It definitely helps.

You have a renewed smile on your face as the two of you spend your time enjoying the sun during your break, before finally parting ways for your separate afternoon classes. It's not too bad though. You feel awake now, and as your phone vibrates in your pocket half an hour into the afternoon, you soon discover someone else just as awake as you.

707: God, it's so early!

MC: Seven, it's 2 in the afternoon...

707: Gah, 2?! So early!! I should go back to sleep for another three hours... ;)

MC: Three hours? Now I'm envious of whatever life you live that lets you sleep however late you want!

707: Don't be. I actually haven't slept in two days. I just had a nap! Passed out at my computer I suppose lol

You can't help but roll your eyes as you can practically see Seven's mischievous and sheepish grin through his text.

MC: That's so not healthy Seven!

707: Yeah, but my job requires it of me. So let it be!

MC: Stupid work... What do you even do as a job that would have hours like that?

707: Would you believe me if I said I was a secret agent? ;p

MC: Pfft, as if!

707: Gahh! Called out without remorse!

707: But I guess it is pretty unbelievable. I mostly just do a lot of hacking and coding and stuff anyway.

MC: A hacker? Well that's pretty cool! I can barely understand basic computer tools, and yet you could probably build one.

707: Already have! :D

He was so confident. And funny... You can't help but let out a tiny giggle, and this calls the teacher's attention to you. You have to apologize and slip your phone away for a moment so you don't get in even more trouble before pulling it up again to reread Seven's reply. So confident... You envy him slightly, but at the same time you have this nagging feeling in the back of your mind not to believe the smiles he sends. You're not sure why.

MC: Did it fall apart in a day?

707: Gasp, no! How dare you assume the handiwork of 7-0-7 to be unreliable such as that!!

707: It fell apart in two days, I'll have you know.

You have to cover your mouth to stifle another laugh. You knew it! Though it was still impressive. However, the way he bluntly and happily delivers this information makes you want to burst out laughing, so you have to turn your phone to try and control yourself so you don't get in anymore trouble. He's so funny, and you find it rare that you've connected with someone so well. So quickly...

Then again, Seven feels different. Though it wasn't too long ago you met for the first time, it doesn't feel as though you've simply bonded quickly, but rather, you're just rekindling a previous relationship. It was certainly a strange feeling.

MC: Oh yes, my bad. I should have known your handiwork would have lasted longer than a single day.