Believer 22 || 707 x Reader

N i n e

"I'm going to take a shower," said MC, getting up from her bed.

"Okay," replied [Y/N] absentmindedly, "be careful not to hurt yourself."

MC chuckled. "You know, [Y/N], it's funny. You're younger than me, but you act like you're my older sister."

[Y/N] paused her typing for a second. Older sister... She proceeded her typing, hitting the keys a tad harder than necessary. MC took no notice of her discomfort and continued to talk.

"Should I start calling you unnie?" MC teased.

[Y/N] forced a laugh and waited until MC had closed the bathroom door to let her fake grin melt into a scowl. Then she turned back to her work.

Send files? flashed the dialog box on [Y/N]'s screen. She clicked "confirm", then laid back against the pillows that were propped behind her.

Files sent, the laptop informed her, and she smiled in satisfaction. She sat up at hearing a knock on the door. Her eyebrows creased in confusion. There was only one person in the house other than herself and MC, and that person was mad at her. What does he want? she wondered. After a moment of pondering, she went to the door and opened it. Seven stood before her, fist raised as though to knock again. Her heart couldn't help but flutter a little, though she kept her face neutral.

"Did you need something?" [Y/N] asked, tone flat.

"Can I come in?"

"MC's showering," she said, trying not to sound bitter.

"I..." Seven looked uncomfortable. "Can we talk?"

"About what? How perfect MC is?"

"What? No, I just... please?" he implored.

"Fine." She stepped out of the room. "But not in here."

Seven smiled gratefully and led her down the hallway to his room. He held the door open for her expectantly, but [Y/N] held back. "Is something wrong?" Seven asked.

"You're not going to yell at me, are you?" She knew she shouldn't have said it, shouldn't have shown how hurt she'd been that night, but she couldn't help herself.

"No..." Seven replied guiltily. "I promise."

[Y/N] bit her lip. "Okay." She stepped inside cautiously, followed by Seven. Seven sat on his bed, gesturing for [Y/N] to do so as well. Once she'd settled down beside him, he brought himself to look her in the eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for lashing out at you the other night. I was angry and frustrated and I took it out on you and you didn't deserve that and I'm sorry."

[Y/N] blinked, not having expected the apology. When her brain finally processed what Seven had said, the corners of her lips curled up into a smile. "I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have invaded your privacy."

"Thank you... Now that that's out of the way..." He took something out of his pocket and held it out to [Y/N]. Her eyes widened.

It was her glasses. She quickly took them and hid them away in her pocket. "W-where did you get these?"

"They were hidden in between the couch cushions, apparently."

[Y/N] averted her gaze, hoping he wouldn't notice her eyes... the mint green contacts she was wearing.

Instead, he took her by surprise again. "I'd like to propose a deal. As partners, we should be able to trust each other. So... I'll tell you anything you want to know about my past... if you promise to tell me about yours."