Mystic Messenger - Saving the Twins - A 707 Short Story

Forbidden Ending

It's been four days since she had been in the apartment.

Four days since meeting these handsome boys and gorgeous female.

MC couldn't be happier even if she tried.

Everyday, Jumin would call her at least once just to check in on her, see if she needs anything. Zen would send her selfies and cute little texts. Yoosung would call her and rant about the awesome time he had while playing LOLOL. Jaehee would advise her on the things she needed to know about being the new party coordinator. And Seven was the one that made her laugh, even if it was at the really stupid things. V had even sent her an e-mail asking her about her day, how she was doing, and if she needed any help on anything.

She was happy. So indescribably happy. All these wonderful people were making her week the best in ages. She almost forgot all about her worries, her past, her pains and sorrows.

But what she had yet to realize that the apartment she was in was no ordinary apartment. A security system that would blow up with a single press of a button. One that would take out the history of the apartment and destroy the RFA for good. And it would take out MC as well.

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That night, MC had just finished eating dinner, now cleaning the apartment of the supposedly deceased Rika. A loud beeping noise was what got her attention.

She followed the sound to the door, looking at a small red light that was flashing on and off. Confused, she decided to call Seven, see if he was messing with the security.

But when he picked up and MC told him about it, he froze, his blood going cold.

"Seven? Is something wrong-"

"MC!! GET AWAY FROM THE DOOR!! NOW!!"

"Wait, what?!"

That was all she could get out before a deafening blow took out her hearing, a strong force blowing her back as fire erupted in the apartment.

The entire apartment from that floor was now blown to smithereens, paper and documents flying everywhere as they caught fire. Each scrap of paper was flying down the building at its own pace. Glass shards had flown everywhere from the impact, pieces of furniture falling out of the apartment.

People were gathered around the area, some screaming and shouting for help while others were rushing in to rescue those that weren't hurt in the explosion.

But another crowd was gathered around a body. A female with a destroyed phone in her hand. Her temple was bleeding profusely, one arm dislocated and her stomach and legs completely burned. A large pool of blood surrounded her body, laying on her back with one arm outstretched, the phone in hand now nothing but a crisp. Her dress was torn and burned, her brown hair sprawled all over the place.