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Seven liked to tease people. He was the master at shit posting and causing people to blush. He liked to use lewd tactics when doing so. Didn’t matter who he was talking to. Jumin, Jeahee, anyone, but most importantly Yoosung.The young man was just too easy to trip up and trick. A sly innuendo here, obvious lie there, hell a plain joke could make the man red. Seven doesn’t do it to be a dick, it was his special way of saying he cared about you. The hacker always came clean and clarified if need.
Maybe it was because Yoosung was easy prey or maybe it was something deeper. Either way, Seven found that it was increasingly hard to not tease the boy. Even when asked to stop, a joke will slip through his fingers or an innuendo would fly onto the screen. Any normal person would probably distance themselves from him once they had enough. Yoosung, although he openly showed his dislike towards Seven’s behavior he stayed. In fact, Yoosung seemed to enjoy it. He logged on more often. Stayed off LOLOL long enough to have longer conversations with him. The false blonde even started to call him more. Hung out at Seven’s house more. Sent him more pictures. They weren’t a lewd or anything. Most were silly selfies and ‘look at what I made today.’
It was all a little gay?
Not that Seven had a problem with that. Heck, the older male even enjoyed the extra attention Yoosung was giving him. But he didn’t want to confuse the boy. Seven already went through college experiment with his look and his sexuality. Yoosung didn’t seem like that type to experiment with that type of thing or in that type of way….
But he couldn’t rule out the possibility. Yoosung was being incredibly clingy towards him. Last night the boy asked the redhead over for a dinner/hangout. It wasn’t out of the ordinary. The two did it all the time. It was the use of lovey Dovey fonts, over uses of blushing emoji, and the turn I wish you were…. Being used a lot. Seven tried to laugh most of it off but he could feel the desperation through the phone screen. The voice in the back of his head said to give Yoosung some space, that something was off. But his heart said that Yoosung was still taking Rika’s death pretty hard. None of the members really knew his state of mind. Yoosung could be on the brink of death and this hangout being the one thing keeping him afloat. The programmer said yes Yoosung logged out. Just like that. There wasn’t a goodbye or hope to see you soon or thanks. He was just gone and didn’t log in till a day before the event. Acting as his usual preppy self.
Seven was on his Winter paid leave by then so he was on more often than usual.
As soon as the gamer saw that Seven was on he made the quick excuse of having to clean up, leaving with a “See ya soon, Luciel!”
Seven really didn’t have any reason to be cautioned. Yoosung had moments. But he never let them take over his life or well he never left them show. No one really knows what was going on with the kid. He usually showed only two emotions happy or ‘I have V.’
The drive there wasn’t too bad. There was traffic arriving there because of road construction. He lived in a small apartment complex that wasn’t that far from his university. It had a small little yellow door bell on the white door. It the only was the only door in his neighborhood that had a yellow doorbell. Knocking lightly on the door, Seven let out a tacky “Open up this is the police!” A goofy smile was plastered on his face even as Yoosung’s worried faced peeked through a tiny crack in the door. “What seems to be the probl… Seven!” respond the home renter. The two had a little spat where Seven stood creaking out joke after joke and Yoosung more or less fell into all of them. After about 5 seconds Yoosung let the guess in.
The blonde’s place as pretty small. The living room and kitchen were in the same area, the bedroom was on the same floor connecting to it was the master bathroom, facing the bedroom door was the offices (unused). All of it decorated much like a college student would. Minimal furniture, tons of power, and pop art extras. The day was pretty relaxing except for the moments where Yoosung seemed to just stare.
The day was coming to a soothing stop when the pizza arrived. A cheesy rom-com was playing as Yoosung munch slowly on his 2nd slice and Seven munch hungrily on his 3rd.
“I think I’m going to leave after this movie, this was nice haha.”
“ OH, hehe, yeah yeah I had fun too,” Yoosung said.
The redhead stared at the younger. Asked if something was wrong.
“Luciel. Have you ever been…. Confused. I just. I haven’t been the same since V… Rika left” tears filled his eyes, “ I don’t know who else to talk to. Jumin wouldn’t listen to me. Zen wouldn't be able to understand. Jaehee is always busy. You always seem to understand…. Luciel I.” Yoosung swallowed before finishing. “ I want you seven.”
Luciel looked for a joke. Everything got lost in his throat. “ You think you might be into dudes?” He decided.
“ I don’t know. Yes? It’s really only you. Zen sometimes.”
“ Zen doesn’t he’s hot.” Seven let out an awkwardly forced laugh.
Suddenly the boy got strangely close. “ It's wrong the way I think about you Seven.”
“There is nothing wrong with like boys.”
“It's more than that Seven. I only want you to want with me. I don’t want you to ever leave. I want to you to only see me and to only want me. I… its obsessive.”
When Yoosung got closer he reached into his pocket. Luciel moved back. Yoosung pulled out a small container of powder and blew.
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Seven woke with a raging headache. His eyelids were heavy and dried drool followed from his cheeks to the start of his neck. Breaking apart the crust of his eyes, he was met with a blurry ceiling. Seven’s glass were missing. Panic started to set in. Forcing his head to the side, he saw his glass paired with a glass of water that had a red and orange straw hanging out of it. Automatically he reached for the glass but found that his hands were tied. Along with his feet.Groaning as he lifts his head he noticed his clothes had been replaced a silk, blue pajama outfit. His heart raced. Trying to calm himself down he counted the second it took for a drop of water to reach the nightstand.
3.7 seconds~ 1st drop
5.2 seconds~ 2nd drop
1.5 Seconds~ 3rd and 4th drop
He roughly yanked at the rope on his left wrist caused a small hidden bell to jingle. It fueled his fire as he shock to the whole bed frame. Opening up his mouth he left out a weak scream finding his throat was extremely dry. He struggled for 15 minutes before passing out again.
The first thing he noticed when he woke was a new black digital clock. 10:30 glowed brightly in red numbering. Luciel started coughing uncontrollably. A soft shhh sound came from the blurred darkness. Yoosung slowly stepped into his line of sight as if he didn't want to wake him. The younger’s face was soft, apologetic. Haired tied in a ponytail with a towel lying on his shoulder he looked like a caretaker. “I’m glad you’re awake” came with a kind smile. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” The fake blond start to go on a tangent about how he panicked and everything was so tempting and he asked for help. He gently left Seven’s head and placed the towel under it. He reached for the glass of water, bent the straw, beckoning for the other to take a drink. Half the glass was gone instantly. Seven sucked in breath after breath before letting out a cuss! “What the fuck is this!” Any and every questions, criticism he had in him was let out with blind emotions. It felt as if he could go on for days until he saw the tears swelling up in Yoosung’s eyes.
“I tried to tell you..” The kidnapper said shaking his head violently, “You won’t listen! You….. Seven…. You….. Luciel, you look so beautiful like this..”
“Like a victim?!”
“Like mines”
Yoosung reached over the bed frame and used his thumb to scrape off the eye snot on Seven. Seven turned his face around, pressing as such as he could into the mattress out of petty. A soft chuckle filled the air, the gamer suddenly took a small wipe from his pocket to clean his guest’s face.
Yoosung's face hardened. “Is there anything I should know about. Is your boss tracking you?” The boy said boss with finger quotes as if he didn’t believe Seven was employed. The redhead shook his head, yes, where's my phone, he asked?
A smartphone with a red plus a yellow strip shook in soft hands. “I don’t know the passcode,” Yoosung asked. He was met with silence. “Come on. Please tell me! I have my ways.” he almost sounded scared. “Fine!”
He got up and retreated back into the dark.