Luciel's room drastically contrasted from the rest of his house. The first section of the room was white, and looked as though it was occupied by a teen gamer. There was a border of black and yellow arrow stripes near the top of the walls, and a traffic light hung from the ceiling, most likely to serve the purpose of decoration. There was a queen bed with a simple black bedspread and checkered black and white pillow in the corner. Another section of the room was a studio of sorts. It had glass windows around it and it was elevated a bit so you would have to climb a few steps to reach the door. The walls were painted red (with diagonal yellow stripes on the bottom half). There were several computers and televisions, some of them off, and some displaying other rooms in the house. It wasn't until Luciel spoke that [Y/N] realized she'd been staring around the room too long.
"Please call me Seven," he said, breaking the silence.
"Alright," [Y/N] said with a slightly awkward nod. "I'm [Y/N]," she added.
"If you'll give me your keys, I'll park your car in the garage and bring your bags to your room. It's the one across the hall, three doors over. Go check it out," Seven invited.
"Thank you," she said, and went off to find the room she'd be staying in.
[Y/N] followed the directions that Seven had supplied and found herself in another room, though this one was smaller. She gingerly sat on the full-sized bed and her fingers lightly traced the stitched design on the gray bedspread. So that's the guy that Saeran has a grudge against? [Y/N] wondered what Seven had done to make Saeran hate him so much. Whatever the case, she was prepared to keep her promise to Saeran and Rika.
She took her smartphone out of her back pocket and reviewed the notes she'd typed earlier. She had to find a way to gain access to the RFA messenger app, and fast.
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Seven stepped out the door of his house to see a beautiful black Bentley parked right inside the gate. He was pleased to see that his new partner had good taste in cars. He floated over to it in a daze and snapped a few photos to send to the chat. Within seconds, MC, Yoosung, Zen, Jaehee, and Jumin entered the chatroom.
[707 has entered the chatroom]
[MC has entered the chatroom]
[Yoosung ★ has entered the chatroom]
[ZEN has entered the chatroom]
[Jaehee Kang has entered the chatroom]
[Jumin Han has entered the chatroom]
Yoosung ★: Whoa, Seven! Is that a new car!?
707: that's right, my boi
ZEN: Huh. I expected it to be red like the rest of your cars.
707: Um? What's that supposed to mean??
MC: It's a nice car :)
707: tHANK you, MC
Jumin Han: That is not your car
707: You calling me poor, Trust Fund Kid? :'( I'm wounded
Jaehee Kang: Perhaps if you take a photo inside the car Mr. Han will believe you?
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Seven laughed and unlocked the car. He sat in the driver's seat, got a few selfies, and sent them to the chat.
[707 sent a photo]
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Believer 22 || 707 x Reader
FanficBitter. That's all [Y/N] [L/N] has felt for a long time. Unwanted and abused by her parents, taunted by her peers, and betrayed by the one person she thought she could trust, she felt as if she was drowning. At 16, just after she attempted to end it...
