so im mystic messenger trash now. and 707 is the best. soft boi, lovely boi. fluff for days

You find him so interesting. A breath of fresh air to free you from your stale days. Before the RFA you lead a uninteresting life, working fulltime as an office worker your days were a continuous neverending cycle of repetitive activities. When you'd received that anonymous text you knew it was suspicious, yet you consented to lend a hand anyhow. A part of you knew it was incredibly foolhardy, to go to an unknown house with vague directions from a stranger. Yet you couldn't help but be excitedl, nothing like this ever happened to you. Then you met them, the RFA, your friends. They were kind, even under such odd circumstances they opened up to you, joked with you, and included you. They seemed happy for your presence and welcomed your opinions, that hadn't happened in a long time. Yoosung, he was younger than yourself and so open hearted and kind. Jaehee, smart and calculated you respected her diligence. Zen, flirtatious and warm he was charming beyond words. Jumin, blunt and solem treated you kindly and allowed you in. Lastly, Seven- Hacker God, jokester supreme, he grew on you so quickly.

Long ago, before corporate work stole your personality, you were like Seven. In high school you'd been the class clown type, amongst the girls you were always the one cracking jokes and poking fun. Everything Seven said elicited a giggle from you, it was infectious. You were on your phone more frequently than ever, checking to see if he was online, if he'd texted you- anything. You tried to suppress how much you liked him, you flirted with him endlessly but almost always disguised by jest. He didn't seem to mind though, he played along, well sometimes he did.

Seven was hard to read, another point of fascination. Sometimes he rose to your flirts, saying something equally coy, but then he'd play it off as if it didn't happen. It infuriated you endlessly, you longed to be taken sincerely. The others saw the chemistry, commenting on how much you two had in common, that you should just date already. It was early, you'd known each other mere days, yet you couldn't deny your excitement. With Seven, in your imaginary dreams, everything was fun and you laughed. Dream-Seven wasn't as funny as reality-Seven, but he was close.

A ding, a notification. You check your messages, Zen sent you an after practice selfie. You send a sunglasses emoji, he responds immediately.

"LOL that's something Seven would send."

You blink at his message, pleased at the comparison.

"Really?" You send back, hoping Zen clarifies his statement.

"ye, he always uses weird emoji's like that."

You smile, knowing this to be true. You type back another string of emoji's, hoping Zen enjoys them as much as you and Seven. Just as you place your phone aside it's vibrating again, bouncing along the sheets.

"Hello?" You answer, not bothering to check the caller ID.

"Hello loyal fan, this is a special call from God Seven Oh Seven~ you're the winner of our contest. What would you like as your consolation prize?" It's Seven, his voice pitched as he dramatically speaks into your ear. You can almost picture the crooked smile on his face on the other end.

"A prize? Can it be anything?" You ask coquettishly, playing along.

"Affirmative! Anything you desire valued client~" Comes his response, you can hear him typing in the background of the call. He's still working?

"Hmm, if it can be anything lemme think. . . " You whisper, finger absentmindedly twirling a stray lock of hair. "How about a kiss?"

A pause, his fingers stopped working. "A kiss?" He breathes, his voice has dropped the lilt.

"Mhmm, a single little kiss." You purr.

Seven coughs into the phone nervously, "b-but I'm not there with you-how would I do that?"

You giggle, he's nervousness is incredibly adorable. "Get creative."

A shaky chuckle, "of course, anything for our loyal clientele. Here it goes . . . "

"I'm waiting~"

"Muah." He purses his lips, making kissy sounds.

"Now there's tongue," You tell him, heat pooling in your stomach.

"T-tongue?" He squeaks, "yes! Tongue! Of course!" Seven then makes loud smacking noises, humming softly, licking his lips noisily.

"Butterfly kisses now."

Seven isn't complaining anymore but listening to your instructions, through the receiver he makes delicate smooching sounds. With your eyes closed you can almost pretend they're against own your skin and not the backside of his hand.

Breathless you speak again, "You're a good kisser, God Seven."

An embarrassed titter, "ya think so?"

"Mmhmm. The best."

A throaty chuckle, "only the best for our greatest customer. Now unfortunately you've received your prize and God Seven must return to his hectic timetable. So many adoring fans to meet, so many autographs to give." He pauses, you can hear his breath hitch momentarily. "Don't worry though, none of them will receive a prize like yours."

It's a promise, a half hearted confession. You smile, humbled by his cuteness. "Well I appreciate it, God Seven. Your loyal customer signing out~!"

"Good bye for now fan! Remember to think of God Seven often!"

"Always." And then you hang up, clutching the phone to your chest.

It wasn't quite what you wanted but your heart races regardless, you glance at the clock, 10:43pm. Sighing you roll over, there was no way you could sleep now.

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