707 Dreams (707 x Reader)

Thirty-Nine

You've been moved once already since you got here. Saeran ordered a nicer room for you, though he told others in hooded cloaks that it was also encouraged by the Saviour, whoever that was. So when a blindfold is wrapped tightly around your face to obscure your vision, you wriggle and squirm until you're once again released into a new room. This one looked cleaner. Unlike the last two rooms which appeared more like temporary guest bedrooms, this room appeared as if it had been decorated just for you, alongside a large window that looked out into a surprisingly large and beautiful garden. Despite the bars on the outside of the glass and you found that you aren't being tied down to anything in this room. Instead, as Saeran removes the blindfold from your head you can see him standing in front of the closed door as you take in the room.

"What do you think, Princess?" he asks with a grin. "This room was made just for you. Unfortunately...you arrived earlier than planned so it was not ready until now. I wanted to make sure it was as perfect as possible before showing it to you!"

The room was clean and bright. The walls cream and the trimmings along the floor, windows, and ceiling looked more formal than the rest of the building had led on. The floor was simple and carpeted, a similar light cream to help make the room brighter and feel larger. Less like a prison. The bed pushed against the center of the back wall was four-poster and light tan, sheer curtains along the sides making it truly fit for royalty and revealing plush-looking bedding in the middle. If it weren't for the fact you were being held prisoner by a madman you no longer trusted, you might have really liked this room.

"Oh...do you not like it?" Saeran pipes up. "You're awful silent. I promise, you can decorate it and adorn it however you'd like! We can bring in flowers and decorative pillows for you. Photos and paintings of you'd like them hung on the wall. Whatever you'd like!"

"But I assume leaving is not an option in that "anything", right?" you ask with a huff.

You see a brief flicker of hesitation in Saeran's gaze before he simply smiles again and shakes his head. "I'm afraid not, my Princess. You are royalty, so we must keep you here where it is safe! But don't you fret. You will be happy here. Happy, and loved, and safe, just as I am. Our Saviour will see to it that you're accepted into our family, and you will be saved just as she has saved me!"

You offer a hiss at Saeran, turning on your heel to storm towards the bed. He follows after you slightly as you climb onto the bed and pull your knees to your chest. "I don't want to be saved. Nor do I need to be! I am perfectly fine with how things are going in my life!! Now, I don't care who your crazy saviour is, and I don't care to find out. I just want to go home!!"

"Go home? To be alone and sad and miserable again?" He sits beside you on the bed, an arm gently and reassuringly hovering around your shoulders. "To have nightmares and more fears than you can count? To be hassled for a job? To complete homework? To be seen as an attainable item by those other fools you try and call friends? Surely if they cared they would leave you to feel so alone every day, right? Yoosung wouldn't have abandoned you when things didn't work out his way. Zen wouldn't talk about only his looks. And my poor, pathetic brother...wouldn't have escaped without you."

"What?!" While everything else he had mentioned definitely made you uneasy, it was the last part that made your heart drop to your stomach. "No...bo you're lying! Saeyoung wouldn't have left me! He wouldn't!!"

"Wouldn't, what...leave you like he left me?" Saeran responds, gently brushing some of your hair from your face. "I was in denial for a long tome as well, Mari. I kept telling myself "he'll come back. I know he will! He's my brother!" But...he never did. I know it can be hard, but Saeyoung has never been trustworthy. He's only ever been about himself. He's just...really good at hiding it. Oh, Mari...I'm so sorry!"

You feel like you can't breathe. You don't want to move. But you do. You shove Saeran away and stand from the bed, stopping when you practically run into the window. Hands pressed against the cool glass to try and gain some clarity, you stare out at the gardens below. Tears slip down your cheeks and fall to the windowsill below without a sound. You can hear Saeran standing from the bed and approaching. "I understand how difficult this might be," he says. "So I'll give you some time alone. If you need anything, just use your phone or press the little button by the door and we will be here to help."

With that, he's turned and left. You attempt to smash at the window, even if it's just to get a breeze and fruitlessly tug at the metal bars, but the glass didn't give way. Eventually, you find yourself too tired out from trying to find any possible way out and collapse onto the bed, the tears no longer forming. You've run out.

And there's very little hope left, too.