Saving Grace (707XReader)

Unknown Intruder

_____ and Seven froze for all of three seconds before they started slowly walking to the open door. _____ reached out to push the door open more when Seven's hand clamped down on her wrist, stopping her.
"I'll go in first," he said. "Wait out here and I'll call you when the coast is clear."
_____ swallowed, her heartbeat speeding up, but she nodded. "Be careful, okay?"
Seven smirked at her. "I do this kind of stuff for a living. I'll be fine," he said. "Though... I could use a kiss for good luck."
_____ frowned and looked at him, whacking him lightly on the arm. "I don't think this is the time to be making jokes," she said.
"Sorry, couldn't help myself," he said and then turned to the door. "Don't come in until I call you."
She nodded again. Seven gave her a reassuring smile before he stepped in front of her and pushed the door open. He walked in and _____ was left in the hallway. Thoughts started swirling around in her head.
Who could have been able to break into her apartment? Why would they? Were they still in the apartment? Did they take
Honey? Oh god. Was Honey okay?!
_____ was about to reach for the door to walk in just as it swung open. She jumped nearly 10 feet in the air, her heart jumping into her throat. She looked up and saw Seven standing there with a frown on his face.
"You should see this," he said and held out his hand.
_____ took it and let him lead her inside. She didn't know what she was expecting. Maybe blood on the walls or the apartment looking like a mess. Instead she found that the rooms were cleaned, impeccably so. It gave the apartment a strange feeling. The apartment was definitely hers, but somehow it didn't feel like it.
Honey was curled up on the couch, the mattress folded up and put away. The table with Seven's set up looked straightened up, the empty bags of chips and soda cans picked up and thrown out.
"I couldn't tell if anything was missing," Seven said. "But I found this on the kitchen table." He held out a note to _____. She took it in her hands and read over it.

_____,
Sorry I missed you. I'll have to come back another day to bring you to Paradise. I look forward to meeting you.
Unknown.
P.S. I picked up some good reading material. I hope you don't mind~

"What do you think he means by reading material?" Seven wondered aloud.
Without answering, _____ rushed into her room. Like the other rooms it was picked up. Everything looked to be in order. She ran to her desk and pulled open the top drawer. The spot where she kept a journal was empty and she felt her heart drop.
"_____ what is it?" Seven asked.
"My journal," she said, strains at the drawer. "He took my journal."
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-_____ entered the chat room-
_____: is anyone awake?
Zen: What are you still doing up?
Zen: wait
Zen: Did something happen?
Zen: is everything okay?
Zen: did it finally happen?
Zen: did Seven force himself on you?!
_____: ...
_____: Zen...
_____: Now's not really the time for jokes.
_____: Seven and I...
_____: Someone broke into my apartment while we were gone.
Zen: WHAT!?
Zen: ARE YOU OKAY?!
_____: I'm okay. A little shaken up.
_____: He left a note.
_____: And stole my journal.
_____: I'm sorry.
Zen: why are you sorry?
_____: I wrote about you guys in that journal.
_____: Because I couldn't tell Jeong anything about it when we were together
_____: I started journaling about what happened.
_____: So some of the things you guys told me in confidence are in there.
_____: I'm so sorry.
Zen: Listen.
Zen: It's not your fault.
Zen: None of us are going to blame you
Zen: Least of all me.
_____: ...
_____: thank you but...
_____: I was just so careless. I should have locked it up or something.
Zen: _____
Zen: stop.
Zen: You don't need to blame yourself.
-707 entered the chat room-
707: That's what I've been trying to tell her.
Zen: Were you just lurking this whole time?
707: Maybe.
707: Anyway. I've been trying to tell her that.
707: That if Unknown had wanted to know about us, he wouldn't use her diary for it.
707: he could have just done what I do.
707: I think he took her diary for a different reason.
_____: it's a journal.
707: ...
707: Okay, a journal.
Zen: I think I agree with Seven here, _____.
Zen: It's a diary.
_____: ...
Zen: I'm kidding.
Zen: He probably didn't take it for any of the things you wrote about our personal lives in it.
Zen: what other things did you write about in there.
_____: ...
_____: my feelings about being sucked into all of this.
_____: how I felt about everything.
_____: Feelings about you guys that I couldn't really admit to myself or anyone because I was with Jeong.
707: well
707: that might have been why he took it.
707: He's taunting us, _____.
707: That's why he told you he took the journal.
707: he wants you to panic.
Zen: Since when are you so mature and responsible, Seven?
707: Oh shut up.
_____: ...
_____: Thank's guys.
707: no thanks necessary.
707: So can you please open the door and let me in? Or come out?
707: Locking yourself in your room isn't gong to solve anything.
707: Come out and talk to me.
Zen: I don't think I want to know what happened.
707: you really don't.
707: right, _____?
707: ;)
_____: ...
_____: yeah, right.
_____: anyway. I'll be right out.
-_____ left the chat room-
Zen: So what happened?
707: she's just really shaken up.
707: I can't really blame her.
707: first Jeong
707: Now the break in.
707: it's a lot.
Zen: take care of her.
Zen: text me if you need and i'll be there to help.
707: Alright.
707: see ya.
-707 left the chat room-
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_____ crawled out from under her covers and walked to the door, slowly opening it. Seven was standing there, still in his clothes from dinner. _____ had changed out of hers almost automatically after she shoved Seven out of her room when she found out that Unknown had taken her journal. When she opened the door, Seven turned and looked at her. His face was twisted with worry and concern and before _____ could say anything, he reached for her and pulled her into his arms.
"Talk to me," he said.
"I don't know what to say," she said and slipped her arms around him, burying her face in his shoulder.
"Say anything," he said.
_____ was silent for a moment before she pressed her face in into his chest even more. "I just... I feel so vulnerable. Like I don't have anywhere I can feel safe anymore. I don't know when Unknown will come back. Will I be alone when it happens? Will you be there to protect me? Will I be able to protect myself?"
Seven tightened his arms around her and pressed his face into her hair. "I'll be here to protect you," Seven said. "I promise I'll do everything I can to keep you safe."
_____ sniffled and curled her hands into fists in his shirt. she started shaking, trying not to cry. She didn't want to cry. Not because she thought that it made her weak. But because she knew that if she started, she wouldn't stop. Almost five minutes later, she had calmed herself enough. She pulled out of Seven's arms and wiped her face.
"I'm okay," she said. "I'm sorry for what I said before."
He reached out and brushed her cheek with his fingers. "You don't need to apologize. I understand. Today's been a long day."
She nodded and sniffled once more. "I guess."
He grabbed her hand and led her into the living room again. He pulled out the couch bed again and it sat there, made and ready to sleep on. He sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him. She sat down and leaned against him.
"I know," he said. "And it's still not done. Not yet. There's still one thing we need to talk about."
She looked at him. "What do you mean?"
"The cafe."
_____ sighed and closed her eyes. She had nearly forgotten about it in all of the confusion with the break in. "I don't really know what to say about it, really," she said. "How did it make you feel?" Seven said and _____ could hear the smirk in his voice.
"All right, Dr. Choi," she joked, lightly, feeing some of the life come back into her. "I felt hurt. I felt like he tore out my healing heart and shredded it right back up again. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I felt like he was taking pleasure in watching me suffer like that. I also felt like he was somehow ashamed of me because his new girlfriend didn't seem to know anything about me."
"I don't know if it was something like shame," Seven said. "But go on."
_____ frowned. "I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to break something. I wanted to push him up against the wall and demand answers from him. I wanted throw something. I wanted to make him feel what I was feeling. I want to get back at him. I want him to suffer."
Seven brushed his thumb against her cheek. "No you don't," he said. "You're not a vindictive person."
_____ sighed. "Okay, yeah, you're right. But still. In that moment, I did," she said. "And I didn't have any sort of outlet so I ran out. I couldn't be in there anymore with his cheerful girlfriend and him standing there like he didn't care."
Seven reached out and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into his lap. "I know," he said. "You did good."
"I guess," she said. "But also because of that, I felt a strange sense of peace. When I was able to think, I realized something."
"What?"
"Because he has a girlfriend," she started. "Because he doesn't seem to care about me anymore I felt like I could finally start actually moving on..." she looked up at Seven. "It's a weird, almost sad feeling."
Seven smiled slightly at her. "It usually is. You're leaving something behind. Something you thought was perfect. You're realizing that seemingly perfect thing wasn't so perfect at all."
"It doesn't leave me any less confused about you, though," she added.
His smile never wavered. "I know," he said and rested his chin on the top of her head. "You should probably get some sleep. You've had a long emotional day."
"Can I sleep with you?" she asked.
Seven chuckled. "Well aren't you being bold tonight."
"Look. I just don't want to be alone. What if Unknown comes back?"
Seven frowned. "Yeah, okay. Good point."
"Thank you," she said and kissed his cheek.
"Don't mention it."
"By the way," _____ said, yawning. "I wrote about you a lot in the journal..."
Seven raised an eyebrow at her. "What did you say about me?" he said with a smirk.
"Maybe I'll tell you later, just maybe."
Seven laughed lightly. "Tease."
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Seven laid there on the bed watching _____ sleep. She looked so peaceful. He brushed her hair out of her face gently before he rolled over and grabbed his phone. He grabbed his phone and dialed a number.
"Hello?" Jumin answered.
"It's me," Seven said.
"Do you realize what time it is?" Jumin said.
"Yeah I know. Listen," Seven said. "I'm in. I'll help with your scheme."
"Is that all you wanted to tell me?" Jumin asked. Seven couldn't tell if he was actually upset or not.
"Pretty much, yeah."
"Fine. If that's all, I'm going back to sleep."
"Bye," Seven said and hung up the phone.
He put it back on the night stand before he turned back to look at _____. He sighed and rested his forehead against her lightly before he closed his eyes, starting to count sheep until he too fell asleep.
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You know if I had met Seven first, before Jeong, I probably would have been very happy in a relationship with him...
Unknown flopped back in his chair in front of the multitude of computer screens in a small dark room. The journal he stole from _____'s apartment when he found that she wasn't there laid open in his lap. He wanted to close the book and leave it somewhere, but he knew he needed to keep reading. He needed dirt on _____, something he could use to bring her to Magenta. Unfortunately, what he found wasn't something he thought he was going to be able to happily work with.
The line on the page, the last line written from the fourth day that she kept the journal, glared at him. It almost seemed to mock him. The girl he was trying to bring to Paradise was on his side. He would have to reconsider.
Or maybe he would just have to make her forget about him.