Believer 22 || 707 x Reader

S e v e n

The next day, [Y/N] didn't see Seven until pretty late, when she walked into the kitchen to get another cup of coffee. He was on his way back to his room and they'd nodded at each other in greeting. By the time she'd taken her eyes off her laptop screen to talk on the chatroom hours later, the inside of her head felt as though it had been coated in glue. She could barely process the endless messages regarding the upcoming RFA party and who MC would invite. Once in a while, someone would ask [Y/N] a probing question and Seven would subtly change the subject, much to her relief. The guy was making it very hard for her to want to kill him. When everyone had finally excused themselves from the chatroom, [Y/N] turned back to work and almost threw her phone against the wall in sheer terror when a shrill alarm started ringing throughout the house.

A metal security door which she hadn't even noticed was there began to slowly fall closed in front of her own wooden door as the alarm grew louder. Just when the metal door was more than halfway closed, the door in front of it opened and none other than Luciel Choi slid in along with an 8-pack of beers.

[Y/N] stepped back in surprise as Seven caught his breath on the floor.

When he'd regained his breath, he peered up at her over the rims of his glasses and shot her a crooked smile. "I was on my way to offer you a beer when the automatic security system went off. It's probably just a raccoon or something, but it would be good to check the cameras just in case."

Shitfuckfuckfuckfuckthatfuckingsmileandhiseyesholyfuckughshutupstupidbrainughwhat'shappeningtome was all that ran through her mind before it went blank. It took a few seconds, but she finally got her brain to work again.

"Right. Yeah. Yes, you're right." That can't happen again.

"Okay," he said, taking out his phone, "I'll just check through this app and--" Before he could finish, his screen went dark. "Or... not."

"Did your phone seriously just die?" [Y/N] asked, stifling a giggle.

Seven pouted. "It's not my fault! I'm a busy guy. Do you think I actually have time to charge my phone?"

"Considering how often a chatroom opens, you'd think you'd charge it at least once in a while." She shook her head in mock disappointment.

He sighed. "I don't suppose you have a charger?"

[Y/N] laughed and pointed to where hers was plugged into the wall. Seven crawled over to it, plugged his phone in, and stood. "Well, it looks like we're stuck here until my phone is charged and I can disable the security system."

"Looks like it," [Y/N] replied, glancing around the room. At anything but him.

"At least it can't get any worse," he said just as the lights went out. He groaned.

"Aaaand... you jinxed it. Good job, partner." [Y/N] patted his shoulder and turned her phone's flashlight on.

Seven sighed again and walked toward the pack of beers he'd brought. He popped a can open and handed it to her. "We might as well drink these. Sorry I didn't bring something nicer like wine or whatever. It's not really my style."

[Y/N] thanked him and took a sip as he opened one for himself.

Seven leaned against the wall. "You know, we're going to be here for quite a while. Let's see how well you can hold your liquor, shall we?"

"Is that a challenge?" [Y/N] asked innocently, earning a smirk from Seven.

"Possibly," he responded.

"Then I accept."

"Excellent. First to finish four cans wins. Ready?"

"Wait. Are you sure this is a good idea?" [Y/N] asked uncertainly.