Play date (yooseven)

I don't give a fuck about you anyways

Yoosung's eyes widened. Pass out after drinking coffee syndrome? His eyebrows creased. That couldn't be real.
"It is so real." He saw Seven type. Yoosung's heart skipped a beat, and he typed frantically.
"No it's not! I don't believe you."
"Mhm."
Then, Seven sent a picture of an article.
His heart skipped two beats.
"WHAT?" He typed.
Yoosung couldn't believe it. After a few minutes of discussing, and another few of going out and buying chocolate milk, he sighed. He knew that this was probably the best time to tell his...feelings... to Seven, but he decided that it wasn't the best time. He was going to wake up, anyways. What was the point of embarrassing himself?
That is, until the next chat room. Yoosung grew nervous and helpless. After a few minutes of arguing with himself, he found himself give into his strange plan. He was going to call Seven and pour his every feeling to him. With trembling hands. He pressed on Sevens contact and placed the phone next to his ear.
He heard it ring one time and he fiddled with his clothes. After the third ring, Sevens teasing voice sliced through the silence.
"Defender of justice speaking! Ooooh, Yoosung? Why are you calling? You're about to pass out! Do I really mean this much to you~?" He asked flirtatiously. Yoosung swallowed thickly before speaking.
"Seven," He croaked, feeling tears prick in the corner of his eyes "I have something to confess to you...."
After a few moments of silence, Seven spoke up, his voice thick.
"What's wrong?"
This was it. He took in a shuddering breath and started.
"Seven. I like you. M-more then a friend. So, I uh....love you...I'm sorry I had to say it the moments before passing out but I figured that it would be better to confess to you before I....." he babbled helplessly. He heard a sharp gasp.
"Y-Yoosung..."
"I'm sorry." He said before shutting off the phone. He felt pathetic.
Completely pathetic.
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Seven, completely deprived of words, sat in utter shock, the phone still perched onto the side of his face.
"Y-yoosung..." he started, his heart racing.
"I'm sorry." He heard Yoosung mutter on the other line. Then, the phone buzzed, indicating that the call was over. Seven slowly removed the phone from his face and placed it on his desk.
"I-I love you too..." he whispered to no one in particular. He wished Yoosung was here...
Suddenly, he jumped out of his chair, Grabbing his car keys.
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It was about 11:00 pm when Yoosung heard a knock on his door. He groaned, still a bit flustered from his phone call. He wished he could just be left alone, but it would be rude to leave the person there, so he lazily got up from his bed and walked up to the door, turning the knob and opening it.
Now he really wished he stayed in bed and ignored them.
On the other side of the door, Seven's worryfilled face was seen.
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OI HOW IS IT SO FAR???? I really really love yooseven so I'm like dying rn lol. Tell me what you guys think ;D
Thank you!