Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot

It was almost all he could hear, that word repeated senselessly in his head as he ran and ran and ran.

He could feel his legs shaking as he ran in the gray city streets, water coming down around him in heavy pellets

His hacking equipment was stored in his backpack and the two bags he had slung over his shoulders. He could already annoyed at having to work with only one screen- or well, he could, if he wasn't terrified of opening the door to Rika's old apartment to find you dead, or worse.

He had had all the time. All the time to catch the hacker, to strengthen the security system, unload the bomb he had hidden in there, force V to have you stay somewhere else, some place that wasn't in costant risk of blowing up-

He could finally see the outline of the building, and that made him speed up.

It was his fault. All his fault. Hom and his stupid feelings for you. He never deserved it. Never deserved to click that way with someone, to smile at his screen like that, to love.

What right had he to even say he wanted to protect you when he was the sole reason you were in danger?

Before he could even realize, he was already opening the locked door to Rika's old apartment, and there it was. What he feared. A man had his arm around you, holding you there as he glared at him

He said something, he could swear it, but he forgot it all the moment the man lowered his mask, revealing the face of Saeran.

He could feel the world crumbling around him. The woman he loved, held captive by his long lost twin brother, who he thought happy and safe.

He barely managed to get you out of his grasp with the treath of the bomb, and the moment he was back out of the window again, Seven's gaze fell back on you.

Oh, poor you. Skin grazed from the shattered glass and the mess made by Saeran breaking in, shaking in terror as he held you by your waist tightly, still gulping, still panting as if just freed from Saeran's grip on your neck.

Your eyes were hidden, but perhaps it was for the better. He was sure that if he could see your expression right now he would crumble right beside you.

He allowed himself only this. Hugging you tightly for a moment, breathing you in and feeling you relax under his touch, before he pulled back, resolute.

His feelings for you had done this to you, so he would erase them. Deny them, stay only long enough to keep you safe and push you out of his life, in what he knew was the best and only way to really protect you.

"The reason why I hurried over here was to protect you. I have no plans to pursue any sort of personal relationship with you, so know it as that. I'm sorry if you had any fantasies about me. This is who I am, so just accept it. Don't try to get close to me. I'm going to start working now so don't bother me."

he could feel himself shaking even at his own words, but he'd rather cut off his finger than let you notice. He turned away, sat in a corner and started working