Walking into Rika's apartment was like walking into a hellhole, knowing that I would start thinking about Seven as soon as I did.

I could distract myself with something else when I am outside, but as soon as I step in, the traces of him having stayed here... That just makes it impossible.

So when I receive a call from Jaehee as I pass the security camera, I am relieved and I pick up the call.

But before she can go into details, I find Zen coming out of the lift, panting.

"Oh, there you are! God, it's my first time here." He says, coming up to me and taking a moment to catch his breath.

"Is that Zen's voice I hear?" Jaehee speaks. "If so, he will tell you the details."

Zen takes a couple seconds and leans against the wall. He then grabs my arm and drags me back into the lift.

"Zen, wait-" My sentence is interrupted, and I drop my bag before the lift closes on us.

"I blame Jumin Han for this too. He's always keeping classified information all to himself. I can't believe he didn't tell you, not when he knows how you feel about Seven."

"Eh? Zen, what are you talking about?" I cry, breaking into a nervous sweat. From the way he spoke, I could tell he didn't have good news with him.

"Jaehee asked me to explain, didn't she? I'm kinda bad at explanations, but listen up."

•••

A two-hour drive later, Zen and I arrive at one of the most renowned private hospitals in the whole country.

"Twenty bucks says the trust fund kid pays the bills." Zen jokes, while we race up to the fifteenth floor of the building. The artificial smell of disinfectant and bonsai plants waft around as I make it to the room labelled 452.

Do I even have the permission to walk in?

But I didn't need to go inside.

Seven is sitting on the sofa which was right outside the room.

And when he sees me, his eyes go wide, before he shoots a glare at Zen.

"I'm going to give you two a minute. Don't hesitate." Zen urges, patting my back and pushing me a little.

Seven waits until the lift closes before he speaks.

"Why are you here?"

And when I stare at the way there is bandage rolled all over his right hand, I can barely get a grip to hold myself upright.

"Why did you do this?" I have to ask.

He eyes me as I sit one seat away from him, and replies in a husky voice.

"I told you. I had to save Saeran."

"I know you did. I asked you to take me with you, and you left like that saying you didn't want my help. You're hurt, Seven. Why do you always do reckless things like this?"

"Why are you here? You should leave. I told you we can't meet again, but you-"

"You wouldn't even give me a chance to prove how I feel... That's harsh and cold of you, Seven."

There is silence as we both take in what I had said; even I am surprised at the way the words flowed out so smoothly out of my mouth.

From the corner of my eyes, I see him looked down at his feet, his gaze unwavering.

To think that I was in love with him....To think that being in love would hurt so bad...

I might as well have deleted the RFA app, and downloaded another game instead.

But no. I just had to stay. And listen to the way the next words of his spill out.

"Then hate me."

"Do you even care the least bit about someone's feelings? Or is it just me?"

"I..."

I am thankful that he was not standing in front of me, because if he did, I was sure he would see the tears that had started to collect at the corner of my eyes.

"I already told you that I don't care about your feelings, didn't I?" The trailed-off voice from before turns back to a rough voice, and the tears begin spilling down my eyes. A sigh escapes from his mouth, and when I turn to glance at him, I see that he is staring back at me, his gold eyes glistening under the dimly lit lights.

"Stop wasting your feelings on someone like me."

I heard that line before...

I can't let it get to me again...

Zen would say that to encourage me, but... Does he know how it feels like?

When he stands up and retires back into his room, I sit still, unable to move.

Or rather, I don't know how I can move.

I take my hand off from my face when I hear the sound of a packet to my right.

And it is Seven, placing a Honey Butter Chip packet beside me.

"The ride back will take a while. You can have it on the way."

And once again, the door shuts; a wall separating us once again.

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a/n; gOOD GOD I AM SCREAMING AT THE AMOUNT OF SUPPORT YOU GUYS ARE GIVING ME I LOVE YOU OH MY GOD SEVEN--