[ 707 x Reader ] ::Chords:: PART 1
((A/N: Thank you to @orangeisthenewlesbianagenda for the writing support!))
You woke up again, drenched in cold sweat. The dreams were terrible. Always the same, darkest things. Filled with fear, and loneliness. But, the dreams were not of you. It was said that every night, as long as a connection held by a cord still stood, you would dream of your true love. Your heart ached for this person, of course it would. They seemed so afraid. You yearned to put your arms around them and heal them. You would have to meet them first. Shaking, you wrapped the blanket around yourself a little tighter, and missed the person you had never met, trying not to fall back asleep.
Saeyoung woke up again, his eyes heavy. Another dream of going to the grocery store and picking up a gallon of milk and some bread. His dreams were boring, and innocent. They were a nice escape. He blinked slowly, his head resting on the desk. Realising, he had to finish his work, he sat up, sighed heavily and then began typing again. Contemplating the dream, he wondered what it would be like to live a life that that. He felt bad for this person. Why would someone so innocent have to have him as a soulmate? He found it unfair. Secretly, he knew that if he ever met them, he would try and cut the cord in any means possible. He’d find his own way if he had too. There was no way he would ruin your naive life with his own. It was pointless, and a waste.
Later, you woke up again. You sighed and slid out of bed, petting your cat as you walked into the kitchen. You wondered how many times the person on the other end of your life had seen this cat, heard its name. You lazily poured out some food and hopped onto the counter. You wanted to find them. Everyone had told you it would happen when it had too, but you were tired of waiting. You couldn’t bear to see another day of this persons life without you. It was unbearable. Never having seen, or even heard a name, you were left clueless as to who they were. They seldom looked in the mirror. Suddenly, you wondered if they were trying to hide themself from you. Of course, you couldn’t see why, but it was always a possibility. Perhaps they were ashamed? The thought made your heart ache, and you wanted them more than ever.
An idea popped into your head, and you grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. You were going to write them a note. Your hands begun shaking, you didn’t know what to write. These would be your first words to your soulmate and you had no idea what to put. Sighing, you put the pen down and walked to the fridge, rearranging the letter magnets to ‘Hello’ and then sitting back down in your chair. 'Hello.’ you wrote again. ’My name is (Y/N)’ you drew a smiley face and then stared at the paper for a good minute, so that it would definitely show up in their dream and that they would remember what it said. ’I want to meet you. Please.’
The next morning, Seven flung himself to his computer, his heart racing. They’d attempted to talk to him. They wanted to meet him. He was in a blind panic, with no idea what to do. Remembering you’d see all of this, he tried to calm down and pulled up a word document. He didn’t want to meet you. No, he couldn’t meet you. It wasn’t right. He went to type the word 'No.’ but then stopped. “Then again,” he thought to himself, “The sooner I meet them, the sooner I can cut the cord. Then they’re gone and nothing has to hurt.” He paused, thinking about it, before typing, ’Time and place.’
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