All it took was one brief message on the messenger to have them rushing to his place. A mischievous grin resided on Seven's face after he left the chatroom and threw his phone onto the couch next to his brother.

707: S.O.S.

707: My place now.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Saeran asked nervously. The quiet man sat comfortably on the couch with his arms crossed.

"Oh, yes," Seven said with a laugh. "This plan will go very nicely."

*******

It only took an hour for all of the RFA members to show up to Seven's house. Yoosung, who was far too anxious, was the first to show up. He waited outside the door for it to open, but it never did.

"Seven!" he called worriedly. "Open up! It's me, Yoosung!"

"Is he not there?" another voice asked from a few feet away. Turning around, he discovered Zen had rushed there as well. The rising actor looked just as worried as the younger college boy.

"I'm not sure. I haven't heard anything else from him since that vague message in the chatroom."

"I, as well, haven't heard anything from Luciel," another voice stated. Jumin appeared next to the two men. "I hope this wasn't a false alarm. I left Assistant Kang back at the office."

"Oh, that's just like you, Mr. Trust-" Zen started before suddenly getting interrupted.

"I don't think now is the time to fight," a blue-haired man said. V slowly made his way over to the rest of the group with a walker stick in hand.

"Yeah, you're right," Zen said with a sigh. Yoosung glared daggers at the blind man and looked as if he wanted to say something, but decided to hold his tongue. As much as he didn't want to admit it, V was right. As long as Seven was possibly at risk, there was no time to fight.

"So Seven messaged all of you as well," said yet another new person. Everyone but V turned to face the newest arrival. His long brown hair fell across his shoulders as he crossed his arms. "Hmph. This is just like that damn idiot," Vanderwood muttered.

Before any of the others could say anything to the newest arrival, Seven's voice was suddenly heard over an intercom that led outside.

"Finally! You're all here."

Without giving any of the men a chance to ask questions, the front door opened on its own. The five men hesitantly walked inside the dark house just for the door to slam shut behind them, trapping them inside.

"Hey! What's going on?" Yoosung cried.

The lights were suddenly switched on to reveal Seven along with an uncomfortable looking Saeran. While one brother bore a wide grin, the other clasped his arms tightly to his body revealing a significant variance amongst the twins.

"Welcome to our home!" Seven exclaimed. "We're all going to play a little game."

"Honestly, Luciel, you summon me here for this? I have work to get done," Jumin commented with an exasperated tone.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous it was for me to come back to this area again?!"

"I have lines to study!"

"I could be playing LOLOL!"

"It was a nice thought, Luciel, but planning ahead of time would be better," V stated calmly.

"But what's the fun in that?" Seven replied with an amused look on his face. He plopped down onto the couch behind him and crossed his legs. He seemed to be enjoying his friends' conflicting expressions.

"I've had enough of this foolishness. I have work to get back to," a very much irritated Jumin stated. He turned to find the exit only for Seven to stop him.

"You can try to leave, but I doubt you'll get very far," the mischievous red-haired twin said. "Only I can open the door and I won't until we play this game."

Everyone froze. Silence overwhelmed the group of men as they tried to analyze the situation. Seven must be joking. He wouldn't really keep them trapped in there until they played a game, right...?

They were screwed.

"How many people do you think it would take to knock him out?" Vanderwood muttered to the closest person to him who just so happened to be Zen. Seven replied before the actor himself could.

"Ah! Nice try, Ms. Vanderwood, but I'll need to be conscious for those doors to open," Seven said with a victorious smile lurking on his face. He knew he was going to get his way. "The longer you guys delay the game the longer you'll be stuck here."

"Fine. What game do you have in mind, Luciel?" V asked with a sigh. The blue-haired man cautiously made his way around the room with the guide of his walking stick. He found the chair that Seven normally used and took a seat.

"Seven minutes in heaven!" Seven exclaimed.

"No way! There's no way I'm getting intimate with that cat freak!" Zen yelled before he crossed his arms defiantly.

"I'm assuming you mean me," Jumin stated dryly as he adjusted the matching tie to his suit. "If that's what the game entails, then I, too, would rather not do that with any of you."

"Saeyoung, I really don't want to either-" Saeran started, but was quickly cut off by his brother.

"Now, now! Do you really think I wanted to do that with you guys? No, I had something better in mind."

Before any of the other men could push him to elaborate further, Seven opened a random door in his house and in came seven girls.

"We'll be playing with them!" he announced.

"Uh, Seven," Yoosung said cautiously. "Why do you have those girls in your house?"

"That's not what's important right now!" he replied, swiftly evading the very worrying question. "The point is we can play this game with girls and not ourselves. So what do you say?"

The five men that were summoned to the house looked amongst each other. Was there even room to argue in this situation? No. All they could do was accept their fate.

"Seeing as we have no other choice, fine," Vanderwood said with a huff.

Jumin sat down on the couch sitting across from the one Seven was on and released a deep sigh as he rubbed his forehead with his hand. "I can already tell this is going to be a long night."