707 Dreams (707 x Reader)

Thirteen

A high pitched buzz screams out. It fills the large classroom quickly, interrupting the movie most of the class had already fallen asleep to. Wide eyes and muttering accusations try and seek out the source of the sound, and it's quickly tied to you and the phone vibrating violently in your pocket. Now the teacher seems to notice you, and as you pull your once silenced phone out to try and solve the problem, the screen blinds you and you're on your feet in an instant. You can barely hear the cursing of the teacher as it mixes with the cries and confusion of the other students while you race out of the classroom screaming that you're sorry.

The door closes behind you, engulfing the room back into darkness, and you race down the halls and out to the empty, grass-covered campus of the school to try and silence your phone. You were certain it had been on silent, so why it seemed to be screaming at you, you have no idea. And then you look down, and you can see the screen of your phone is flashing slightly, jumping between black and white with a fast-moving wall of green text spanning your phone's screen. Your eyes widen, and you panic to try and turn your phone off. You have no idea what is happening, but you know it's bad, and you want to stop it before anything worse happens.

Suddenly, the screen goes black, and text begins appearing letter by letter before you, as though being typed out in real time.

Unknown: I have found you my princess

Unknown: and I won't let you leave my sights.

Unknown: Don't worry, my dear. Soon enough you will understand And soon enough you will be mine.

Unknown: Are you afraid?

Unknown: The look in your eyes is priceless.

You're panicking. They can see you? You had thought Seven said that this was nothing more than a harmless prank stalker? So why was a chill running down your spine? You try and chalk it up to the lack of sun as it's hidden behind thick, dark clouds, but your eyes are scanning the nearby trees and buildings for any sign of someone watching you. Not a thing is made visible.

Unknown: You won't find me, darling. You know that...

Unknown: And I'm sorry I had to get you in trouble. This was the only way I could get you alone lately, it seems~

Unknown: Oh, I'm sorry. I'm being rude. Messaging you like this. Why don't I phone you instead~

You barely have time to register the words on your screen before they're gone, replaced with a glitched-out screen of a regular phone call, the number only coming up as unknown, but it looked to be impossible to ignore the call. So you begrudgingly answer.

"Oh, such a good little girl~" the voice on the other end coos. The voice alone sends another shiver down your spine, and you try once again to find the source, to no avail. "You're so cute when you're scared! I love it~ That boy doesn't know what he has yet, does he?"

You shake your head slowly. You couldn't manage words, but you knew this person could see you. This... Man, you deduced, listening to his voice. But you were also confused. Who was he talking about? What was he talking about. "I-I don't-"

"Oh, you're so confused, aren't you Mari?" the voice replies, dripping with a sickly sweetness. "About who I am. What I"m talking about. How I know who you are~ But you see, the thing is, I know far more about you than you do..." His voice is breathy, close to the phone and quiet, and you can almost feel his presence standing beside you. Despite the fear coursing through your body, you can't help but note his voice, memorizing it slightly as he speaks. "But I guess that's what happens to people like you, isn't it? Trauma victims did have an awful bad habit of pushing their memories deep into the recesses of their mind to the point that they forget that part of their life even existed. And it seems that you, Mari, are a prime example~ Not that you would know that."

"H-How do you-" you stammer out, only to be cut off once again.

"Ah, ah, ah~ No interrupting! And no questions. You'll know in due time, sweetheart. Due time... Besides. If you don't know me now, you don't deserve to know me. So just wait. I couldn't wait much longer though... Not without talking to you. You're just far too sweet and beautiful~ I had to let you know that I was near, so you never felt alone or afraid! I promise, my princess," he continues on, his voice gaining a slight growl to it. "That soon you and I will be together. When the time is right, I will be there to sweep you off your feet and escort you to Paradise~"

You can hear him breathe a soft "Farewell," before your ear is filled with nothing but dial-tone, meaning he had ended the call. Your once frozen heart begins to pound in your chest, so hard and fast you're momentarily afraid it will pop right out of your chest! Your mind is racing, and your vision is slightly blurry with fear. Pulling your phone away from your ear, you finally look down at it, pressing the end call button on your end just to see your phone flash a bright white before going completely black.

Dropping your phone, you find yourself collapsing to your knees beside it, hands shaking and eyes unfocused. What just happened? You're too confused. Too scared! You can't think properly. Your mind is racing, searching for answers to why, as well as the answers to what. What now? Why her? What did he know? Why did he care? You were terrified, and you were so shocked and lost in thought that you barely even notice as the bell rings, and people begin to swarm around you in hordes, parting to go around you as simply as if you were a boulder in their path. Until a pair of more panicked footsteps stop before you.

"Mari?! Oh my god, are you okay? You weren't answering my texts or my calls, and you never came back to class-"

Yoosung's panicked, you can tell just by the sound of his voice. His blue-purple eyes meet yours, filled to the brim with worry as he kneels before you. His hands rest on your shoulders gently, and as he catches sight of your shaking, he pulls you into a tight hug. Your face is gently buried into the crook of his neck, and you take a calming breath, smelling the sweet, familiar scent of pine and vanilla that constantly surrounded Yoosung.

"Thanks..." you murmur quietly. You gently pull away from his grasp, and after a moment of hesitation, he lets you go. His expression is questioning, and you pause to reach for the phone you had dropped. "He-He called me..." you explain slowly. "The stalker. Said he knew me and- and that he would come get me one day... He even knew my name, Yoosung, and it sounded like he was watching me!"

Yoosung's look grows dark for a moment, and the grip he holds on your arms seems to tighten ever so slightly. You go to try and open your phone, to show him, only to find all signs of his call or messages completely gone! In it's place, is a new app on your phone, with a tiny red 1 bouncing above it. A notification... But you don't remember downloading this app. Or ever even seeing or hearing about it before! You eye it curiously, and you're about to click it open when a separate notification catches your attention instead: a text from Seven.

707: Mari! We got a problem here.