707xReader: Fix You

Twenty One [Part Two]

I would never hurt Mary-Claire because I loved her.

And Seven took that from me. All he does is take, and take, and take. And I want him to stop. He makes life so much harder than it has to be. 

This is why I need to erase him from the script. If scaring him doesn't work, than something else will have to. It's my turn to take what should be mine.

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[Y/N]'s P.O.V:

Shock didn't even begin to describe what I was feeling right now. It was like a mix of a ton of different emotions floating around in my head right now. Shock, fear, disgust, anger, but most importantly confusion. There was absolutely no way that Seven's story was true; there was no way Zen was a killer. He's just a boy, a High school student with his whole life ahead of him, and he is definitely going places with his acting. The boy was a genius, no one could deny that.

"Seven," I start, trying to think of the best way to say what I was going to say, "I want to believe you, I really do, and it's not like I don't believe you... It's just that--"

"--It's hard to believe Zen would kill someone? I don't know, [Y/N], you don't know him as well as I do."

"Seven, I may know Zen better than I know you. I only just started talking to you this year, and I've been friends with Zen since Freshman year."

"It's a bit weird your "friend" didn't have your number until this year, [Y/N]."

"Maybe he's..." I pause, trying to think of a possible explanation for this, "Shy?" Seven stares into my eyes with a confused look.

"Shy? You think Zen is shy?" I have to admit, that probably wasn't the best explanation for him never asking for your number until this year, but that's all I could think of in such a short amount of time.

"You have to admit, [Y/N], there has to be something wrong with him. I mean, he cornered me in a bathroom at one of my weakest points." I had forgot that small detail, and when Seven talks through it more, the more it seems possible something is very wrong with Zen.

"Well, what are we supposed to do, then?" I ask, scratching the back of my head. I wasn't quite sure what exactly was the next step in this situation. Jesus, this isn't some drama show I'd ironically, but also un-ironically, watch on Netflix.

"We... Confront... him?" Seven says, more like a question than a for-sure plan that was going to be executed.

"You saying that with so little confidence makes me think we shouldn't do that." I slump into the couch. If I could become one with the couch and avoid this situation I totally would right now, but that's the sad reality of my life: I can't just become a couch to avoid responsibility.

"Wait, [Y/N], you know how I told you my parents are basically a part of the FBI?"

"You mean how you told me this huge secret you probably shouldn't have told me less than a few minutes ago? Sure, rings a bell."

"Okay, smarty pants," He sticks his tongue out at me, "Lets just say I have a bunch of cool spy gear and that I think that maybe it could come in handy."

"Are you planning to jump him?"

"What? No! What I'm saying is you should bug him the next time you seem him, either in drama class or before your big performance, and then we will have proof that he did what he did."

"How exactly am I supposed to do that? And, how would that give us any proof?"

"Well," Seven grimaces, "If you hug him before the show... You could slip the bug into his pocket or something. As for getting him to confess... Maybe talk to him after the show? Somehow? I'm sure you can figure it out. After all, you are an actor."

"I'm hardly an actor, Seven, but I think I can figure it out." At least, I hope I can figure it out.

"Do I get a cool spy role?" Seven and I spin around, startled, and look towards the kitchen. Yoosung has, probably, his third bowl of popcorn in his arms and is shoveling handfuls of it into his mouth.

"Yoosung, how long have you been there?" I ask. He gives me that smile a little kid gives you when they know they have done something wrong.

"Umm... Not long?" I give him a look and his "guilty little kid" smile widens. "Umm... Ever since you found out that Seven's parents are LITERALLY the coolest parents ever!"

I give Seven a look and he shrugs. 

"As long as Yoosung can keep a secret." We all laugh together. Everyone knows Yoosung has the loudest mouth and couldn't keep a secret from anyone, but that's another problem for another time.

"You can be master of disguise and sit in the audience." I suggest, smiling. Yoosung gives me a thumbs up.

"I'm gonna dress up as a warlock from LOLOL!" 

I have a weird group of friends, but they are some of the best people I have ever met. I guess you could say I'm lucky. I still wish I was a couch, though. This whole "confrontation" thing is not my style.

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SUMMARY: Zen has Narcissistic disorder, a personality disorder with a "long-term pattern of abnormal behavior characterized by exaggerated feelings of self-importance, excessive need for admiration, and a lack of empathy". It can also be categorized as a sociopathic disorder. Although people with this disorder show a lack of empathy, I wanted Zen to seem like he showed sorrow towards MC and what had happened. He may or may not actually be "sorry" about this. Please, think of it the way you would like.

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☆ POLL: Do you guys like the story in first person [I/Me] or second person [You/Your]? I will write the sequel entirely in this tense, and edit this story to match when I get the chance, so your input is appreciated ☆

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