Error Code 404 (Saeran x Reader x Saeyoung) {Completed}

Chapter 13.5~ Rules

"I have a question.... Two... Actually."

"Yes?"

"One, may I get my belongings back? My phone... To be exact."

"May I ask why?"

"You are not allowed to have contact with your family, your past is behind you, you must forget about it."
Those words rung through my head.

"It has some of my past work and methods that may be deemed useful to the agency, along with notes about my work that will help me achieve work faster."

"Yes, but I must go through the phone."

"It doesn't work at the moment?" I said.

"Why not?"

"I programed a flash drive that I could use in emergencies. It took the information from the phone and would kill the phone along with it. With the information it would also steal the algorithm so is the phone is hacked it will send a signal from somewhere else." I explained. The man looked at me questionably.
"The other day I was forced to use it. Someone had hacked into my phone and was using it to track me. I used the flash drive and placed it onto someone else." He opened the desk and pulled something out.

"Is this it?" he asked. I nodded.

"Yes."

"You are a clever one." he said as he put it back into the drawer. "I will allow you to get your phone back but I will have one of my other agents fix it for you. You will get it back in a weeks' time."

"My other question was, what do you mean serious consequences?"

"That is classified information. All I can say is, you better hope you don't find out." He said as he glared at me. I nodded. "If that is all you are dismissed."

"Yes, thank you." I walked up to the door and twisted the handle. I pulled the door open and as I did a loud thump echoed through the room. I looked down to see red hair lying face first on the floor.

"Agent 707, what are you doing?" The boss said as he looked over to the door from behind his desk.

"Huh?!" he said as he stood up. "I was just...."

"Were you listening in?"

"What!? NO I just wanted to know... Where is she going to be staying?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Well... Last night she was forced to sleep in my room because we were not able to locate her room." The older man sighed and rubbed his temples.

"It's three doors down from Agent Vanderwood's room." Luciel nodded. "You are both dismissed." We both nodded and walked out. Right as we did Luciel took a sigh of relief.

"That was too close!" He said as he whipped his forehead. "Gahh thank god!"

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Huh?" He asked as he looked at me, "Of ya!" He said as he sighed.

"Where's my room?" I asked.

"Oh! I can show you if you want!" he offered.

"Sure." I said.

"Let's g- hold on." he said as he pulled out his phone. "Agent 707, what is it?... Yes... Okay... When?... Got it... Will do."

Beep.

"Sorry (Y/n), I got to get going!" he said as he put his phone back into his pocket. "Your room is the second floor to the left, go strait, take a right then it's the sixth door." he looked over to me and saluted. "See ya!" he said as he ran off leaving me along.

'second floor, take a left, then a right, sixth door... Easy enough!' I thought as I held onto my laptop. 'I better get going.'

I turned to the right and looked down the hall.

'sixth door to the-'

"OW!" I shouted as a door slammed into my face. I fell to the ground.

"Are you al- oh, it's you." I looked up to see Vanderwood.

"Oww." I said.

"Oh stop being a wimp."

"You slammed a door into my face!" I shouted as I rubbed my forehead.

"Well maybe you should watch where you're going!" Vanderwood retorted.

"Well maybe you should watch where you're swinging doors." I responded.

"well..." he didn't say anything. "Tch." He reached his hand out.

'wow he's actually being civil.'

"What are you even doing over here?" He asked as he pulled me up.

"My rooms three doors down from yours." I said as I dusted myself off.

"Great!" He groaned.

"Not my decision!" I said. "Well, I'll get out of your way." I said as I started to walk away.

"Wait! I heard Vanderwood say. I turned around.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Why did you do that?" He asked.

"Do what?"

"Take the blame."

"Oh... Well.... I felt bad. I didn't want you to get in trouble." I said.

"Tch, don't feel bad for me. I can take care of myself."

"I know you can but I felt bad."

"Well don't!" he demanded.

"Sorry." I said as I turned around and continued my way.

"Thanks... Though." I heard him say as I walked away.

'I guess he's not as bad as I thought.'

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