CHOI   LUCIEL ( 707 ) better known as SEVEN;   a hacker for the RFA [ Rika's Fundraising Association ]. He's known as the trickster of the group and often isn't taken seriously. Brought in to the group by Rika and V at an early age he felt as if he found a new family. After Rika's suicide he seemed to mask his pain by more jokes and pranks ( mostly on Yoosung. ). He will work for anyone who is willing to pay and seems to be the " best of the best ". Seven is very out-going and happy-go-lucky; the others of the association will often call him a freak or odd due to the fake nature of his personality. Reality the story goes much deeper, of course no one believes the guy who plays jokes.

INDIE . SELECTIVE & PRIVATE
707 ; LUCIEL CHOI
MYSTIC MESSENGER.
ESTABLISHED SEP 28TH, 2016

Some families can be the best pillars and nest, but some can be the worst.
MUN & MUSE +18
MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

EASTERN STANDARD TIME, EST.
PORTRAYED BY KAIDEN
MALE ; HE / HIM

JUMIN HAN:

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          ( JUMIN HAN )   →  and yet…
          ( JUMIN HAN )   →  you never pick up my phone calls

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                                      [ 707 ] › › › you call me when it’s either time for my crashing
                                      [ 707 ] › › › or when I’m in the middle of important work.
                                      [ 707 ] › › › WHY SHOULD I ANSWER
                                      [ 707 ] › › › IF I NEVER GET TO SEE ELLY ….

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JUMIN HAN:

          STRESS.

                   Jumin can relate, but not so much that he’s ended up in the hospital–then again, that might be due to him pushing a lot of the work on JAEHEE as well. has she ever ended up in the hospital and hadn’t told anyone as well? or has she never befallen illness? she must be very strong, inside and out. Jumin wishes he could say the same for himself.

       he lifts his eyes finally, staring at Luciel for a long moment before he crosses into the room, standing by the foot of his bed, fingers gripping the edge of the bed tightly, NERVOUS–about? about… this. intimate exchange and interaction, not that they hadn’t had a casual conversation before, but… the situation is different, and the atmosphere is tense and heavy.

           Jumin knows Luciel wouldn’t want anyone finding out about this; that he probably doesn’t want to see anyone right now, but he insists on being somewhat of a good friend–to make up how he hasn’t been noticing Luciel’s deteriorating health in the past weeks. 

                    FOOD.

       why hadn’t Jumin thought of that? Luciel hasn’t been eating right, so he should’ve brought him some healthy foods–fruits, milk, things like that. he suddenly feels very pathetic that he thought just a photo of Elizabeth 3rd might cheer Seven up–what with his OBSESSION with his cat–so he keeps the photo in his pocket, hand only just barely sliding over it for a moment before deciding that perhaps he doesn’t know Luciel as well as he should and that this is a rare time where cats are NOT APPROPRIATE.

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         ❛   yes. I should’ve. I’m sorry. I’ll bring you some food next time I come visit you.   

the atmosphere ,      HE DIDN’T LIKE IT.      it put too many knots in his stomach not the good ones. fingertips curling, gripping at white sheet as his gaze fell down. this worry , this care.       HE TOLD ALL OF THEM NOT TO GET TOO CLOSE      but they were anyway. it made him feel sick. teeth sunk into lower lip as his head turned away tearing away any sense of contact in order to regain his composure. he wasn’t normally like this , he was trying to force it out.     ( SEVEN-ZERO-SEVEN .).     the great, the defender, the one that wasn’t shattered into a thousand pieces. lids squeezed as brows furrowed before finally regaining some sense of balance within him. a deep intake of breath through nostrils and a slow exhale of breath through parting lips.

                                                         how        ANNOYING.

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pink muscle swept from behind teeth and lips, wetting his lower before finally allowing that bright amber gaze to reconnect with the other male. too worried , too caring and all everyone saw was a   ROBOT.   when in reality  JUMIN HAN CARED TOO MUCH.    it was funny if he really sat and thought about it despite the conditions. this thought, this one singular thought made him chuckle.  aish hyung ~ if you worry too much now you’ll get white ha——— actually ooo! is that one right there?!

he leaned forward then a grin painting across vulpine like features before plucking the strand       ——— oo ah! it’s just Elly’s … got you though didn’t I?       falling back against the pillow he grumbled with a hand clamped down on his own shoulder. rolling his forward then back before his head dipped side to side, rolling to crack at joints.       but really I’m fine. I apparently got a fever … but I think I just stood up too quickly, got dizzy. maybe I’ll start going out for walks.

                          what a disgusting L I A R .      how many times do you lie a day, Luciel?

lips pursed before his brow quirked to the sudden picture. light gleaming on his face as middle and index took a corner sliding it closer to himself.        my beautiful Elly ~~ you should have brought her to visit me … she would have made this visit better. or food. but don’t worry about it okay?    o k a y.        he was already sliding it back as if to push the other to get out. to leave. to stop caring.   HE COULD CARE FOR HIMSELF.   these were the risks he took and he took them without doubt, without fear. because he knew he could handle them alone.        just … stop … caring.

           ❛  our silver spoon must be busy today … you should get going, your dad will call if you don’t.

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JUMIN HAN:

          THE HOSPITAL. he can’t believe Luciel’s in a hospital, but then again–he’s surprised that he hadn’t landed there SOONER, what with his awful health habits, diets consisting of only Dr. Pepper, honey Buddha Chips, and a lack of sleep. 

                 PATHETIC, at least on Jumin’s part. 

        what kind of friend is he to let Luciel waste away like this? what kind of friend is he to not help a friend out? especially a friend as dear as Luciel–not 707, the notorious hacker, but Luciel: the boy Jumin met at church, so devout in his faith that Jumin never spoke a word against the religion; Luciel, the boy he had WELCOMED into his  ( at the time )  gracious, open heart; Luciel, the boy who was so full of life and faith and hope; Luciel, whom Jumin had met when they were just beginning to understand friendship and care, when their souls were full of playfulness and optimism, when the harshest the world had ever given them was a SCRAPE on the knee; Luciel, the man who worked hard and cared too much; who the world had decided to wrong continuously, despite the fact that Jumin didn’t know the details of these wrongdoings. 

           Luciel, a man that Jumin should’ve noticed SOONER.

                    slender fingers rap against the door, giving Luciel time to gather himself before he makes his way into his hospital room. words of kindness and encouragement should be on the tip of his tongue, but Jumin falters, unsure of its delivery. the words jumble in his mouth, and all he can really say is,

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        ❛   this is why you don’t drink and eat JUNK FOOD all the time. you should take better care of yourself.   

         who is Jumin to lecture Seven when he’s never once made sure that Luciel was doing well, was eating right, was taking care of himself? he bites the inside of his cheek, closing the door behind him gently, staring at the ground, afraid to make eye contact.

                PATHETIC, on Jumin’s part. SELFISH.

               * @hckrgod ~

oh did his head ache. a constant throb , a pulse that never seemed to stop. fingertips digging into the sides of his skull before the nurse finally allowed some sense of pain relief.     HE DIDN’T WANT IT.    this was punishment for the past right? he was in his hands being guided towards is fate. if this was it he would gladly accept that. but there he was attached to machines, you’d think he’d be happy. but the images of him bringing Saeran here …. the images of him still with him ———

                        morphine     plunged into his system made it all drift away.      HE HATED IT.

that wave of guilt only grew as his eyes squeezed shut. he was stupid to get himself into this situation and would prefer no one knowing, no one visiting.     HE DIDN’T WANT THEM TO CARE.    he didn’t want them to see him   WEAK. palms ran over face that was slowly regaining it’s colour. no longer darkened bags underneath his eyes, the fiery amber slowly returning to the bright tint they use to be a few weeks ago.    ( V would surely blame himself. ).   but he , and he himself alone pushed himself to this point. he wanted to know who   UNKNOWN   was and he wanted to strengthen the system and keep it protected he needed to. head dipping back to sink into a cotton feather fill lids fell closed as he drifted off once again.

HOURS    passing he was woken by a knock. an irritated sound as he sat up ready to  snap  at which ever nurse stepped through that door.          damn it! I don’t need anymore ——— ! ah …. Jumin. ❜         NOT    what he was expecting, not at all. they knew, they knew …. and it angered him more. she told them didn’t she?

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he leaned to his side wincing at the ache his body shot through him. every nerve feeling of needle and fire,    STRESS SICKNESS      is what the doctor called it. too much stress causing his body to break down in order to regain itself. stupid if you asked him. getting on his glasses he blinked rapidly at the sudden lecture. he expected no less and even offered a warming smile.        technically ~ they said it was stress …. not my diet.    aish !  but you’re right , I should have asked Mary to bring me food.

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JUMIN HAN:

       silver and gold indeed, because it’s the only thing that has any value in the WORLD OF BUSINESS, but looking at the chicken, Jumin supposes that stooping to bronze for just a moment won’t hurt him. his stomach growls loudly, and he all but forgets about the hacker, digging as cautiously and mannerly as one of his stature dares to when encountering finger food. 

    granted, his clothing today wasn’t grand at all–a light sweater and some slacks  ( since he figured no one would be in the office much today )–but keeping the crumbs off of his lap was still ideal and optimal when eating a meal. 

             or one can just start from the top and make their way down to more humble standards. at least at the top you experience the best and can work your way down to the bottom; starting from the bottom, it’s HARDER to get to the top. 

     the meal is finished in record time as he waits for Seven, who is also finished his diagnostics within record time–but what does Jumin expect from one of the fastest and best hackers he’s ever met? 

        frowning, Jumin rummages through his bag for a MINT, popping it into his mouth before gesturing to Seven to follow him. it seems they’re going on a small adventure to see what’s wrong with the systems. 

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                  follow me. it’s just a floor above us. only very limited people are allowed up there. whoever this traitor is, he will pay severely for the DAMAGE he has caused my company. 

                         ❛  oooh ———— so scary so scary. I feel like we’re in a action drama !

he followed closely behind looking down at his phone his index every so often tapping and swiping. brows furrowed as they came to the door lifting up that amber gaze casting it towards the taller.       have your guards ready , as soon as I figure them out they are going to run.       Seven entered the room then glancing around at the large stationed monitors, if he wasn’t on a job he’d be in heaven.   SO MUCH INFORMATION SO MUCH HIDDEN.   he was careful in his steps eying each one before finally coming to a halting stop.       bi-n-GO!

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unlike the others the light was a crimson that seemed to flash. an in detection that a virus was dedicated or something was wrong. a slip up. one a hacker would  NEVER  make, which proved him right on one thing. pulling out a second phone he connected wires before turning it on with a push of his thumb. screen lighting up   DOWNLOADING  flashing as his attention turned to Jumin.     ❛  when I was looking earlier it seemed data had been … moved around. not missing but some numbers had been changed. normally you can’t find that kind of stuff ——— more so if they work within that faction. but when you get greedy, you slip up. ~ ah ! ❜      he glanced back to the device safely removing it from the server.

plopping down to sit he quickly pulled out his laptop, reconnecting the second phone to it. fingers quickly clacking against keys before he jumped back up to his feet turning the screen for the other to see.      ❛  a worker here, name, address, even social … if you are going to bring law to this I will need to download the proof of the files he stole, seemed like he was trying to add a bit more to his wallet without working over time. ahah. I can also fix the damage, if you need me to … at a price of course.

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JUMIN HAN:

      the day has been HECTIC, starting with coming back from his business trip to Hong Kong at two in the morning, getting very little sleep, and coming into work only to realize that his computer isn’t working right. files are displaced and there’s new information here that Jumin’s not seen before. his first instinct is to call Jaehee, but it ends up that his assistant isn’t available at 5 o’clock in the morning  ( shameful ). 

          minutes trickled to hours while messing around with his computer, trying his best to understand what had gone on while he was gone, but by NOON, he was lost and definitely out of luck. his pride had prevented him from asking for help up until now, and the only person he’d admit his technological ineptitude to was Seven  ( only because Seven already knew how terrible he was with technology ). 

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      he’s still staring at this computer when Luciel walks in, hands raking through raven locks, messy from stress and lack of sleep. his first comment would’ve been on Seven’s introduction, immediately wanting to burst out groaning at his childish sing-song chants, but the smell of food gets his attention first. 

                                                 JUMIN’S EATING SCHEDULE
                             yesterday, 12:30 – had a healthy salad and a glass of sparkling water.
                             yesterday, 18:45 – had a Salisbury steak with some red wine.
                             yesterday, 23:16 – had a yogurt.
                             today, 05:23 – had some oatmeal with raisins.
                             today, 8:21 – ate nothing.
                             today, 10:43 – ate nothing.
                             today, 12:55 – ate NOTHING.

                             today, 2:16, NOW – there is something foreign, hot, and definitely delicious in that bag that Luciel is holding, and Jumin’s immediate response is:

                                                  what FOOD did you bring? 

 Seven couldn’t help that little grin that started to crack across his face.   how amusing.   such a divine tongue always  touching sweet silvers and gold and yet now it wet for  FRIED CHICKEN.  maybe he should have recorded the  situation for Zen. arm extending out as he walked forward the trays now resting in the elders hands as he continued  towards the desk.         something to show you it’s always better to  START FROM THE BOTTOM,  the sweet joys  of being a commoner. —— now what do we have here?        there was little hesitation as he hovered over allowing  his hand to gently drag across screen. pulling Jumin’s chair up he happily plopped down as if he belonged.

 fixing at the pair of spectacles he removed, wiggled more like to slip straps of his bag off of his blades. unzipping and  pulling out a much smaller designed laptop that was practically see through. fingers begun at work as his brows  furrowed, golden eyes narrowing. a row of binary numbers scrolling down in screen and he could see it ————  pieces were missing. light pink muscle slipping from behind teeth and lips wetting his lower as he twirled the seat only  to look up at the elder once again.          does your company have a main server room … ya know` big room with lots  of big big boxes that light up, normally around ten in a single? because if so I need you to take me to it.

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 fingers curled around the framework of his device, one for the record he created on his own. slowly shutting the lid as  he stood to gently place it back to his bag strapping it in before allowing one strap to hang from his shoulder. now he  toyed with the frame of his glasses slipping them off as he rubbed at his eyes. an entire day of working   BUT HE  WOULDN’T COMPLAIN,   more so to a member that needed his help. Seven was rubbing the fabric of his shirt  against the lenses taking a step forward towards the other male.

         ❛  because if I’m correct ———— which I usually am, you don’t have a hacker …. you have a traitor.

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JUMIN HAN:

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              Jumin Han
              Don’t joke around! This is serious! 

              Jumin Han
              You must be free right now so come by my office ASAP.

             brow arched before both raised with a heavy exhale of breath.  no fun.  was the immediate thought as he  placed his phone down on the table looking to his order of food. lips twisting as elbow pressed against cheap plastic,  palm cradling his head blinking in thought.        …  she  would have laughed.       slowly his leaned back arms  stretching up and behind as he released a loud and obnoxious yawn. palms now pressing to edge as he forced his  chair back standing as he gestured towards his food.         ❛   to go? .. also, oh! I need another box of fried chicken.  I’m meeting a friend.  ❜

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 index and middle slipping through rings of the bag that now hung by his side. smelling of fry, grease,  commoner  food  as Jumin enjoyed putting it. golden eyes peering below glasses as with his other he gripped his phone tight.  thumb scrolling along the screen, immersing himself into the world he understood more. crowed streets soon became a  series of numbers and colours. as if time was speeding up entirely and no one existed around him. getting to the  building didn’t take long at all before he knew it his back was slouched against the elevator wall ignoring the judgmental  glares.

 he did not fit in, it was not his place. a boy, a child ———— is what people pictured standing in a world for only  adults. he was not serious enough, he was not classy enough.    ( fuck them, he didn’t care. ).    he was simply here  for Jumin’s work and then back to his glorious food picked right from a street vendor. he felt the halt the motion of his  stomach lifting and dropping causing him to finally tear away from his own little haven. stepping off and waving to the  ones who continued to stare, steps slow, teasing. making him wait for just a little —— five, four, three.

                                           no need to fear! SEVEN ZERO SEVEN is here!

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