If you had to choose your favorite characteristic of Seven, it would be his golden eyes. They were more stunning than any jewel known to man and just looking at them could put you into a trance. To your disappointment, those gorgeous eyes of his were hidden from sight from you. Everything you grew to love about him was gone. With his back turned to you and not a single word falling from his mouth, it was obvious something was wrong.
It may have been your first time ever seeing him in person, but it didn’t excuse the fact that his personality seemed to have switched off since the last time you spoke with him on the messenger. He was always so outgoing, goofy and when he wanted to be, extremely flirty. Now? Now he refused to even look at you let alone talk to you.
Your heart nearly soared out of your chest when you found out that he was rushing over to Rika’s apartment where you were just to make sure you were safe after the most recent threats from the Unknown person. In only the few days you’ve known this red-haired man, your feelings for him grew to be much stronger than you would’ve ever expected. Various fantasies flooded your mind all depicting the infamous 707 coming to your rescue. He’d sweep you off your feet and place a kiss on your lips. As usual, reality ruined your fantasy.
From the moment he arrived, it was obvious that he was acting differently. His face was stern and he didn’t even say one word when you opened the door. He merely walked inside and took a seat facing away from you. The first man to ever show his true feelings for you had shut you out and to be honest, you had no idea how to react to that. Shocked? Maybe a little bit. Saddened? Oh, most definitely. It was like a knife through your heart. Words may never be able to hurt someone, but a lack of them certainly can.
“Hey, Seven…?” you called hesitantly from over where you sat. “You haven’t really said anything since you arrived. Are you okay?”
“Busy,” was all he said in reply.
Craning your neck to look past him, he didn’t seem to have anything in his hands - not even his phone. He was staring at the wall intently, seemingly lost in thought. It was only then that you realized something about him that never previously before you did. Even when he was acting like his normal, goofy self, he was a closed book. His true emotions were locked inside that body of his that only he held the key to.
“Busy with what?” you asked, hoping to pry more answers out of him, but he didn’t even bother to reply that time.
Since he arrived, you were able to bottle up your emotions and maintain your usual calm composure, but every bottle breaks at some point. The fact that he refused to even talk to you tipped you over the edge. Without warning, those bottled up emotions shattered and sent a stream of tears cascading down your cheeks. They were loud, breathtaking sobs that left you gasping for air every few seconds. You couldn’t even remember the last time that you had cried this much.
Seven’s shoulders stiffened noticeably when you first started to cry, but it wasn’t until it sounded like you were choking that he dared to turn around. His once stern looking face drastically softened when his eyes landed on you. A look of guilt was clearly written on his face.
“What’s wrong?” he asked frantically as he shot out of his seat and moved to where you were.
You opened your mouth to reply, but only involuntary gasps escaped it. It seemed nearly impossible to form coherent words.
“Please calm down. Why are you so upset?’
“J-joining the RFA… has been hard for me. Being trapped… in this apartment has b-been hard. I can’t s-see my friends or f-family and the one person who’s been m-making this worth it is suddenly shutting me out.”
The look of shock that appeared on his face quickly subsided to be replaced with one of regret. Wrapping his arms around your trembling body, he started to wipe your puffy eyes with his thumb. You leaned into him, not afraid to accept this newfound comfort.
“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t know you cared so much, but… you shouldn’t. I don’t want anything to happen to you because you decided to care about me,” he said after he moved his hand away from your face and started stroking your hair lightly.
“But I want to care about you.”
“But you can’t.”
“I can’t help my feelings for you, Seven,” I told him as I cupped his face in my hands. “No matter how many times you tell me not to care for you, it’s not going to change anything. Please don’t try to push me away.”
He opened his mouth to speak and then closed it. He looked troubled by what you said and you feared what he would tell you. To your surprise, instead of saying anything, he pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft - almost as if he was hesitant to do it, but once you kissed him back, all hesitation was lost. As he tangled his fingers into your hair, he pushed you even closer to him and deepened the kiss.
His tongue slid delicately over your lip before he plunged it into your mouth causing a muffled gasp to escape your throat. That inner switch of his was finally turned on and he didn’t waste a single moment he had to take advantage of it. His fingers tugged at your hair as his mouth continued to unrelentingly move against yours. It wasn’t until the both of you pulled away for air that he stopped, pleased with what he accomplished. You, on the other hand, has such a wide grin plastered to your face. The fantasies you always dreamed about were finally coming true.
“Please… Don’t shut me out again. Don’t stop caring about me,” you told him breathlessly.
He slowly brought his hand up to your cheek and smiled. A look of pure joy was written all over his face. It wasn’t a look that you had ever seen on him before.
“I couldn’t stop caring about you even if I wanted to, (Y/N).”
