#let meeee

It’s flirty fluff times here folks no need to break out the crosses.

I just really love Seven okay?

(P.S. I know next to nothing about this game because I’m only getting on to day 4 [and also trying to secure Zen’s route] so we’re gonna call this like, canon divergence or something if necessary)

y’all gotta suspend the knowledge that Seven sends his little personalized emojis or any other photos whatsoever kay

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The first time Seven called her, Tanya was on day 3 of her sudden and bizarre lockup in “Rika’s” apartment. She knew next to nothing about him, other than he was apparently a genius hacker, a flirt, a hopeless cat lover, and an absolute menace to society.

She may have already been falling in love.

“Hello! This is Seven Zero Seven!” It was early, only just after 6am. Pale golden rays of light were starting to filter through the lacy curtains and she rubbed her eyes sleepily.

His voice was deeper than she expected. “I thought you’d sound different...” she mumbled.

“What? Sound different? What am I supposed to sound like?”

“I dunno.” she tapped on the dim screen, squinting at the picture that always came up with his correspondence. A black square with a pair of tortoise shell glasses and a smile. She wondered what he looked like. Outside the grainy black and white photo Jumin had shared of the “cat abuser”, his appearance was a mystery. “You’re a hacker, so...nerdy.”

“Nerdy?! God Seven, nerdy?” He sounded positively aghast. She snickered, a small smile tugging at her lips.

By day seven, Seven was calling her every morning and every night. He was equal shares salty and sweet. He either bragged about his teasing of the other RFA members, teased her, or buried her in flirtatious compliments. He shamelessly used pet names for everyone and she found it more than heart warming.

“You’re a monster.” she grumbled as she answered the phone, hitting the [speaker] button and holding the phone above her head as she rubbed her eyes sleepily. “Why you always gotta call so early, huh?”

“How else am I supposed to see how cute you look first thing in the morning?”

Tanya sprang up in bed, hand stilling as it dragged through her tangled hair and gaping at the phone. “How do you know that!” she yelped. Hacker she thought suddenly, eyes locking on the camera pinhole at the top of the device. With an embarrassed squeal she slapped the phone down on the bed, covering the back of it with her hand. Seven’s laugh rang in her ears.

“Don’t be like that! Your bedhead is adorable!”

“N-not fair!” Tanya croaked loudly. She threw the heavy comforter aside and took the phone up again, careful to keep the cameras covered as it rested on her chest. “I don’t get to see what you look like first thing in the morning so...so you don’t get to spy on me!”

“You think that’ll-hey, do those socks have cats on them??” Her knee high socks did indeed have cats printed on them and she looked around the room wildly.

“Dammit, Seven!” she growled, spotting the webcam atop the computer across the room with it’s blinking red light. Grabbing the t-shirt she’d worn yesterday she rolled out of bed and stomped halfway before lobbing the lump of fabric and covering the webcam. “Stop cheating!” She barely heard the phone beep over the sound of his laughter.

“Alright, alright! I guess it’s not fair to keep such a cutie in the dark.”

With her brow furrowed Tanya tenatively lifted the phone and tapped on the notification. Immediately her face was on fire and she made the verbal equivalent of someone key smashing.

The photo Seven had sent was of him lounging in bed (a place nearly foreign to him). He was wearing a black tank top, one arm under his head. He was as pale as she expected, for a shut in hacker and all, with a mop of bright red hair. He was winking rather cheekily, but the honeyed gold color of his eye was striking, his glasses pushed up on his forehead further mussing his hair.

With a flustered gasp she clasped her phone back to her chest, staring wide-eyed at the opposite wall.

Oh no. He’s hot!

“You all right there darlin’?” He sounded far too amused at her expense.

“F-fine!”

“Cause you’re looking a little flustered to me.”