mysticmessengerscenarios:

Character: 707
Word: Thunderstorms
Style: Fanfiction
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**includes spoilers**
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Click clack click clack click clack.
Those were the only sounds MC has been hearing for the past couple of hours.
That’s right, hours.
Frankly, she was starting to get sick of the sounds coming from 707 as he sat in the corner with his laptop, his slim fingers gliding over the keys.
Just yesterday 707 had rushed over to the apartment in panic, saying things like: “I don’t care about the agency, she’s in danger and she’s like top priority!”
He risked his life to get to the apartment, and faced quite the shock when he saw that “Unknown” was actually his younger twin brother, Saeran. Ever since that incident, Seven had isolated himself and stayed in his small corner.
MC laid on her bed, watching the red head work silently as time ticked by. She opened her mouth to call his name, but stopped herself. He definitely didn’t want her distracting him while he was working. The brunette pouted a little before opening her phone and dialing his number.
“…what? Didn’t I tell you to leave me alone?” The irritation in his voice could be heard quite clearly, causing MC to flinch a little.
“I know…I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to sleep.”
“Go ahead. That doesn’t have anything to do with me, you didn’t need to call me.”
“I know…sorry, I just wanted to hear your voice.”
A long pause.
“…Okay. Good night.”
MC smiled a little, noticing the change in his voice as his tone softened. Even if he claimed that he was different from what she thought, there were still parts of him that were the same. She hung up the phone before crawling under the blankets, taking one last look at Seven before she closed her eyes and drifted off to the sound of his fingers against the keyboard.
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MC’s eyes opened slowly; her body was still a bit numb as she tried to process her surroundings. The room was completely dark except for the glow of 707’s computer screen. Why was he still awake? She rubbed her eyes, “Seve-”
Suddenly a loud cracking sound exploded in the sky, and a flash of light danced across the room. She heard a small whimper coming from the far end of the room and she realized that she hadn’t heard sound of clacking keys ever since she woke up. The thunder clapped several more times as the brunette covered her ears. Her eyes widened a little bit as she saw small movement from the corner of the room. Something wasn’t right. She couldn’t put a finger on it, but a bad feeling began to creep up her spine.
“Seven…?”
Silence.
“Seven. What’re you doing?”
The familiar yet slightly shaky voice replied back, “Go to sleep.”
MC frowned before getting out of bed and walking towards him, her footsteps matching the sound of water against the window.
“Seven what’s wrong?” She murmured softly, getting closer and closer to him.
“Go away.”
His voice sounded dry and hoarse. She could tell that his nose was stuffy from the nasally tone. Had he been crying?
MC didn’t know about 707’s past with Saeran. About their abusive mother and harsh childhood. About the endless nights of going to sleep with bruises and no dinner, or about the days when there were thunderstorms, where Seven would hug Saeran and stroke his hair as they stayed in the corner crying silently into each other’s shoulders. She didn’t know any of this, but she knew she that seeing Seven cry was the most heartbreaking thing she’d ever experienced.
“Seven, please I-”
“I SAID GO AWAY!”
She shook her head before kneeling down beside him, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close.
Seven wanted to resist. He wanted to push her away and run out of the room… but he didn’t. His body would move as she embraced him, and all of a sudden he felt his swollen eyes getting hot again as warm tears trailed down his wet cheeks. MC closed her eyes as her hand began to stroke his head, her fingers running through his soft messy hair.
“It’s okay…I’m here for you…”
Hearing those simple words, Seven felt the heavy lock on him fall off as his body began to shake and his sobs began to rack against his chest.
“I-I’m so scared…it’s all my fault and I can’t do anything about it…I hate myself. I hate myself so so much,” he whimpered, letting her rest his head against her chest.
“Even if you hate yourself, I’ll always love you. I’ll love you for you. I’ll love you just because I do. If you can’t love yourself, then I’ll do it for you. I’ll do it for you until you can do it yourself…”
He closed his eyes, breath shaky as he listened to the sound of her heart beating. She was alive and warm, and that was all that mattered.
“But when will I be able to forgive myself?” He asked quietly, his tears beginning to dry up.
“I don’t know. I don’t know, but we’ll get there together somehow. I know we will,” the brunette gently places her lips onto his forehead.
They stayed there in silence, listening to the sound of thunder and rain.
“Somewhere out there…Saeran is crying.”
“How do you know?”
“I can feel it…it’s a twin thing,” Seven jokes a little, chuckling softly as his breathing began to return to normal. “Saeran hates thunderstorms. He’s scared of them because they remind him of our mother. I would always hug him to distract him from the sound of thunder…but now I’m not there for him. I haven’t been there for him in so long…” He paused to take a deep breath. “All this time…he’d been through thunderstorms all by himself. He doesn’t have anyone…”
A long minute passed before they continued.
“He’s not alone, Seven. Not anymore. He has us now…we’ll find him and we’ll bring him home. We can all be together, eating your Honey Buddha…playing with the robo Cat…laughing with each other through the thunderstorms…”
She waited for him to respond, but never heard it. Seven had fallen asleep, his unkempt hair covering his eyes as his head drooped a little and his chest rose in steady beats. She smiled and closed her eyes, leaning against him as she drifted off to join him.
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((Sorry if this was bad or not what you wanted…I was in the mood for a sad fic. I probably made alot of spelling or grammar mistakes since I’m typing this on my phone before bed, but I hope it was okay! When I read your prompt the first thought that came to my head was…what if 707 was the one that hated thunderstorms instead of MC? That reminds me. I have no idea what to call her….should I just stick with MC? This is my first Mystic messenger Fanfic I hope it wasn’t too bad T_T))

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