MissFallsALot
Cookiestar16

Why tf am I doing this... I'm like five days late...

Ah, whatever. I'm doing Mystic Messenger for this since you two ^^ did Danganronpa. I feel this was too long too... 2000 words for a oneshot ...? Gah...

I dunno, I get kind of self-conscious sometimes when irl friends read my fanfics, but I've been writing fanfiction for the least amount of time compared to you two ^^ so I guess I can use that as an excuse... well, here goes.

Also, to you all who are just random people, I'm (hopefully) doing Whumpvember since I missed Whumptober along with the two usernames at the top. But might do two a day to catch up...

There's spoilers for Seven's route in MysMe by the way so yeah

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Ring...

Ring...

"Oh, hey, Seven! Why'd you call me?" Yoosung asked cheerfully as he picked up his phone.

Seven noticed the college student was in a better mood then usual- he wasn't sure why, but that was good. "Haha, I was just wondering if you wanted to come over! I've finally been off from work, it felt like being locked in~" Seven felt his cheeks grow hot as he spoke, but tried to ignore it as he waited for Yoosung's reply.

"Oh sure! I'd love to!" Yoosung already sounded excited to go, and Seven enjoyed the thought of spending time with what most called his "best friend". But Seven felt something different when he talked to Yoosung. He didn't want to ignore the feeling, but he definitely didn't feel like confronting it either. Before Seven could reply, he heard it.

Knocking from his front door.

"Uh, just a sec. Someone's at the door. I'll be right back." Seven stopped pacing around his sofa and placed his phone on the coffee table. Before he got a chance to head for the door, he heard Yoosung's response from the phone.

"That's fine! I'll wait right here, haha!" Seven smiled, but glanced back at the front door and sighed. The knocking continued, getting louder as Seven delayed opening it.

"Did Vanderwood forget his dictionary again...?" the redhead murmured under his breath. That was odd, considering Seven didn't recall Vanderwood calling beforehand about their arrival either. "Maybe its just some emergency this time.. haha..." Seven knew if that was the case, Yoosung wouldn't be able to come over. His heart sunk a bit but Seven hoped for the best. Without a second doubt, he walked to the door and unlocked it.

"Eh? Who are you?" Seven's breathing quickened meeting eyes with someone he didn't know, but his tone was steady and calm. He backed away almost immediately as the two glanced at each other. Something inside him told him that the person looked familiar, but Seven couldn't place where.

"Who I am!? Stop lying, Saeyoung," the man snapped, spit coming up from his mouth as he spoke angrily. His hair was a bright white, except for the ends which was colored a light pink. His mint green eyes glared at Seven angrily, though the redhead remained confused.

"H...How do you know my...?" Seven stopped speaking, realizing how familiar the white-haired man's voice was to him. Looking at him again, Seven also realized they were the same height too. "N... No way... Saeran?"

But Saeran looked nothing like the twin brother Seven once knew. Seven couldn't imagine what happened. How did he end up like... this? As Seven eyed Saeran curiously, he noticed Saeran's eyes softened for what seemed like a millisecond, but quickly narrowed back again as he spoke. "Don't talk to me like that...! Like you don't know what you did!" he stated furiously.

"What I did? I-I..." Seven looked up and down at his twin, his other half.

"Stop acting like you're so damn innocent. You're just like that lying bastard. Oh, but you're not blind yet. Hmm..." Saeran cocked his head to the side, like his was studying Seven. "Maybe I can change that, ahahaha."

"But I thought... Rika... she was supposed to care for you..." Seven couldn't believe it. He had no one. Even his own brother turned against him. And the members of the RFA... they were all temporary to him. Maybe even Yoosung was temporary too. No, damn it, I can't think like this!

"You don't deserve to say her name. I realized the truth." Saeran said the words with no doubt, no hesitation. "I'll never repay you."

"Did they do this to you...?" Seven asked, quickly getting mad at himself after saying that. Not like he would even respond, why am I such a dumbass?

But Saeran did respond, but not with words. He pulled out a knife and continued to walk towards Seven. The redhead backed away, and started to laugh. "Hahahahahah... you're not serious, right?" Seven forced a smile at his twin, but his eyes were wide with fear. As he continued to step away from what seemed like certain death, his eyes gazed over his phone, like a constant reminder.

A reminder of why this mess was his fault.

He could clearly picture Yoosung in his head, happily playing LoLoL, his phone beside his gaming console, waiting for Seven to say something.

But he would realize Seven was just like V, in a way. Saeran had told the truth. Seven had told too many lies, he had too many secrets, and he was surprised that Yoosung didn't detest him as much as he did V.

He abandoned his brother for the RFA. Saeran was right. He was right. There really was no one out there for him. Yoosung would never forgive him for this, the RFA was really all temporary to him, even his baptismal name, Luciel, seemed like a fake. The one person he had considered "real" in this fake world... was his brother. But even he had lost him too. Whatever had happened, Seven was positive is would be hard to reverse.

Saeran saw Seven's eyes glance over at his cell phone. "Haha, what are you gonna do? Call you're fake 'friends' for help? None of them can help you now." He picked up the phone gently, seeing Yoosung's call still on, his grinning profile picture picture shining into Saeran's face. "Who the hell is this? Your boyfriend?" he joked.

"Don't even think about laying a hand on him," Seven said, his eyes narrowed behind his striped glasses.

"Haha, he'll be fine. I'll send him... I'll send all the RFA members to somewhere better then here. I'll send them to paradise," Saeran laughed as he inched ever so closer to his brother, knife gripped tightly in his hand. "But
you, however..."

Seven didn't respond, knowing something he might say could provoke Saeran. "Don't you remember our promise?" He tried to smile, but they both knew it was forced.

"Promise? You betrayed me!" Saeran yelled.

Ah, so that... was not a good decision... Seven thought. But he had to get out of this situation. He needed to get back to someone who deeply cared about him. Like Yoosung.

"You don't need to end it l-like this...!" Seven stammered. Anything, anything to stop this, he had to say anything. "We can live in peace... have fun, like we did when we were little."

"Live peacefully? Have fun? You abandoned me for your fake party! All of this... the RFA is all fake. When you're dead, I will lead them to eternal paradise. I will lead them to an eternal party." Saeran raised the knife as Seven's eyes widened.

"N-No... think of what you're d- Gh!" Seven's words were cut off when Saeran plunged the knife into Seven's stomach without a second word. Blood poured out as Seven collapsed on the ground, his back laying against the wall. His expression froze in that same shocked look, not understanding it. Saeran was his brother... he would never do that. There was definitely something odd about it, but what could Seven do about it now? It was too late by that point.

"You... abandoned me..." He stabbed him again. "... left me with that good-for-nothing horrible mother..." Again, the knife going deeper in his body every time. "And you expect me to forgive you or something?!" Saeran forced the bloodstained knife into Seven's stomach once more as his head fell to the floor.

"N-No... you don't get it..." Seven choked out, his mouth struggling to form the words he wanted to say. He fought to keep his eyes open, but the excruciating pain was too much. Even through he forced his eyes open, Seven's vision darkened. His gaze rolled upward where he caught sight of Saeran, his eyes staring back at him."Yoosung..."

Everything went black.

***

"Just a sec," Yoosung muttered as he paused LoLoL. "Seven hasn't come back on the phone yet. Hmm, maybe something important?" Yoosung couldn't help but worry for his friend. He picked up the phone and spoke into it. "Hey, Seven? Are you still there?"

"Oh, hello, haha." Yoosung's body froze upon hearing the unfamiliar voice. It couldn't be anyone else though, he didn't recall Seven mentioning anyone else living with him, and Yoosung knew he was technically single. But then again, Seven hides a lot of stuff. Yoosung didn't know what to believe.

"S... Seven, stop messing around," Yoosung laughed nervously as he spoke.

When there was no reply, Yoosung moved the phone away from his cheek and stared at it. Seven... no whoever that was, had hung up on him. "Seven...?" Yoosung knew he tended to overreact, but he couldn't help it. He tried to think of possible situations. Maybe Seven's phone ran out of battery. Maybe he had an emergency for work. Yoosung didn't have the patience to wait and find out. He was going to discover the truth for himself.

He quickly opened the messenger and typed a message about what happened. Jumin and Jaehee were online at the time.

Yoosung: Guys, Seven's missing! I'm gonna go check up on him!

Jaehee Kang: Missing..? What do you mean?

Yoosung: I was on a call and this weird guy took the phone or something from him!!

Jumin Han: I think you're overreacting, Yoosung. He probably just has to do something.

Jaehee Kang: Yes, but with Luciel, you never really know.

Jaehee Kang: You can still check up on him if you'd like. I'm sure Luciel would appreciate it.

Jumin Han: Really? I would find it quite bothering.

Jumin Han: Imagine how annoying it could be to barge in if someone's trying to work.

Yoosung: But Seven invited me over, so why shouldn't I go??

Jaehee Kang: I agree with Yoosung. If Seven wanted him over, then he should come.

Jumin Han: Well, I don't have an opinion on the matter. Seven and I are very different people.

Jaehee Kang: True. Mr. Han, you're going to your meeting tomorrow, right?

Jumin Han. Oh, of course. Why wouldn't I?

Yoosung: Guys! Stop getting off topic! I'm really worried about Seven, okay?

Jaehee Kang: I'm sure he's fine, Yoosung.

Jumin Han: Yes, no need to overreact.

Yoosung: Ugh, you guys are no fun at all. Why do you two need to be like that all the time!?

Yoosung: Whatever... I'm gonna go see Seven

Jaehee Kang: Sorry if you took my words the wrong way, Yoosung. I was only trying to help you.

Jaehee Kang: Anyway, I need to go finish some work.

Jumin Han: Hm, alright. I'll leave as well.

Jumin Han: Goodbye, you two.

Jaehee Kang: See you.

Yoosung: Bye...

-Jumin Han has left the chatroom-
-Jaehee Kang has left the chatroom-
-Yoosung has left the chatroom-

"Well that wasn't as much help as I'd have liked," Yoosung huffed as he stood up from his chair. He turned off his computer. LoLoL wasn't important right now. Seven was. Yoosung started up the car and headed for Seven's place. He clicked the call button for Seven's number at least 10 times. Every time revealed the same thing. No answer.

"Sorry I can't reach you right now! Haha, I'm just kind of busy. I'll get back to your call later, I promise!"

The automated message that played for a missed call kept on replaying Yoosung's head. Finally he arrived at Seven's. The first thing the blond noticed was that the front door was open. "No way..." he muttered, hoping for the best. "Seven would never do that." Scared but determined, Yoosung got out of his car. He shoved his phone in his pants picked as he inched towards the front door.

The lights were on, which Yoosung took to be a good sign. But as he headed closer and closer, one color he saw made Yoosung turn back.

Red.

It was there, no doubt. On the floor. No... not now, why am I assuming the worst? Um, what else could be red? Yoosung thought. Seven's hair..?

He continued to assure himself with those lies, walking closer and closer to the wide open door. As he walked inside, he was met with an unimaginable scene. Blood was everywhere. Multiple stab wounds were easily visible on Seven's stomach, the blood staining his already red shirt an even darker red. The sight made Yoosung vomit in his mouth as he tuned away. "No..." Not again.

Why didn't I check earlier? This... Seven's not actually... "Seven! Stop messing around!" Yoosung shouted. He placed his hands on Seven's shoulders as if to shake him, but quickly retaliated as soon as he made contact with the redhead. Seven was cold. Too cold. That's when Yoosung realized the truth. This wasn't V's fault like with Rika. And he couldn't blame Seven either. It was Yoosung's own fault.

He was too late.