Seven has (at least) three phones he is using at any given moment. He also has a backup somewhere in a drawer in case one of them goes down.
The first one is his personal phone. It's a smartphone he meddled with to always be able to tell him if it's tapped (similar to the one he gave V once). There are at least two passwords on it and all his friends' information is behind another wall. He takes a lot of steps to keep the people he loves safe. God knows what would happen if his phone fell into the wrong hands.
It has a black and orange case and he has stuck a few stickers on the back (a little gift from the last time him and Yoosung went to the arcade together). Everyone is saved under nicknames and inside jokes, both to annoy them and for anonymity's sake. His lock screen picture is always some new picture of one of his cars. When he's around Jumin, it's almost always a picture of Elizabeth the Third.
It's nearly always close to him. The stickers on one side are slightly faded where his fingers rest on the phone. It stays home when he's on missions, tucked safely in a drawer. He has stumbled home on occasion to hear the little pings of the chatroom notifications coming from the cabinet and he knows that his friends are waiting for him.
The second phone is the phone he uses for work. The only people who contact him on it are his boss and Vanderwood (when he's in the mood to pick up the latter's calls). Neither of their contacts are saved. You can see scratches and scuffs on the back from where he pried up the backing for his security adjustments through the clear case.
It's practically new, the lock screen is the same as when he bought it. There's a long call history of unsaved numbers (no voice messages). No texts, no photos. The location option doesn't seem to work. Any attempts to share locations shows that the phone is in the middle of the Atlantic.
This one also stays at home when he's out on missions, thrown haphazardly down on the desk amongst the mess of getting ready to go.
The third one is a little brick of a phone, nearly indestructible. It comes out of its drawer on days he goes on missions. It is almost always turned off. He has other ways of communicating with Vanderwood when he's out, but this is his 'just in case' phone.
One corner is dented from a nasty fall he took with it once. The SIM card is pay-as-you-go, never used. He dreads the day he will have to actually use it.
Your art is so ajdhaialdmchsk looking at it feels better than playing mystic messenger, ugh it feels so immersive??
Ohh gosh!! 😭😭😭 Thank you for your kind words!! 💛💛
The game covers a short period of time, we don't get to see the characters being truly happy (especially after the endgame). That's why I focus on reflecting Saeyoung's happiness and daily life. I'm glad you like it!! 💛💛
Summer always feels like Saeyoung to me, probably because I replayed his route almost every year I went on summer holiday.
(coincidence much that these holidays often involved long car rides that lined up nicely with that part of his route? I don't think so)
So, despite my own discomfort in summer, the warm air and sunny days make me think of him. I may not be replaying his route this summer (yet), but he's been in my mind more strongly than ever.
In the spirit of that, and to bring back an old post of mine, here are some more Saeyoung summer headcanons.
Falling in love with Saeyoung (in the summer):
His route takes place in a particularly hot and humid August
Not that you'd know it, having been stuck inside for all that time
Especially towards the end, the apartment starts to feel like its own isolated world
With your feelings developing and Seven's life unravelling, you have barely any time to pay attention to what's happening outside
So imagine when it comes time to leave and you step out into a cheerful sunny day
It feels almost like the world is welcoming you back after nearly ten days of isolation
There is something magic in the air, a sweetness you can almost taste
Your mutual pining has become nearly unbearable, and perhaps it's just the endless blue skies as you drive down open roads but it feels like maybe the two of you will finally get somewhere
Time stretches out in front of you, not in the way it did back in the apartment (a neverending dark corridor) but more like a promise: there will be time to breathe before the future hits you
And the tension! If the apartment was small then the car is absolutely cramped
There are so many opportunities for (not-so) accidental touches to happen - and you bet that they do
Your arm brushing his as you reach around for something in the backseat, his hand accidentally overshooting when reaching for the handbrake and touching your thigh...
It's nearly enough to do you in
Flirting and teasing him in the apartment was one thing, but out here it feels different (in the open, nowhere to hide, sunlight on his face making his eyes sparkle)
For a while you speed down the roads with the windows down and you feel carefree in a way you haven't in a long time
The adrenaline of being on the run and the excitement of being with him on this journey combine into this rush that's heady and dizzying
It seems like even his spirits have been lifted, whether it's because he's out of the apartment or because you're both on the move, you have no way of knowing
You are aware of the fact that something big is coming, you have been warned of the danger of the task you are undertaking
But there has been so much: the bomb, the break in, the secrets that have come out
That you cannot begin to conceive of worse things, cannot bear to linger in anxiety any longer
Seven is here right next to you, more real than anything else - so you choose to focus on that
A few hours in, he pulls into a side road to record his message to the agency (wincing just before pressing the button, trying not to look at you as he speaks, as if he's ashamed of you seeing it)
For your benefit, he has stopped by the sea, and you watch the waves roaring in and washing out as he talks, picking up the way his inflection has changed (the very real threat that sits right under the brightness of his voice), sun hot on your cheeks in the absence of the car AC
The roof is down and there's a slight breeze drifting through the car (if you try, you can just about pick up the scent of the sea: brine and salt and the endless open)
Yet, you find yourself craving having him close again
The second the recording ends, he turns back to you (and the malice is gone, he's all sunlight and perhaps some trepidation)
You reach your hand out to him almost by instinct and he holds it tightly
There is a moment, just a second that passes between you that is silent and all you can hear are the distant waves and the beating of your own heart and you know something bigger is coming
When he tells you his name, it is like it has been there on the tip of your tongue the whole time
The first time you say it back to him, it comes out as tender as a term of endearment (Saeyoung like Love)
And he must hear it to, because before it can sink in truly, he is leaning down closer to you and kissing you, hard
It's not like the first time (soft kisses between nervous laughter and hesitant hands)
It's hot and hungry and sure and you don't know if the roaring in your ears is the sea or just your own exhiliration
By the time he is back in the car next to you, his cheeks are a burning red and he is hurriedly putting the car hood back up - he is muttering that the heat is getting to him
And then you drive on, changed
The little cabin he finds you is incredibly hot and stuffy
Even though the sun is going down, you have to prop open all the windows in an attempt to get some air in
He eventually gets an old dusty fan working and as night approaches it cools off marginally
However it does nothing to cool you off later in the night
Sticky and breathless and the heat between your bodies inevitable, the hours that night linger, thick like honey
You wouldn't have it any other way
You still don't know what gift it was that allowed that day to stretch on for as long as it did, but you are grateful for it regardless
Later on, knowing everything that happens, you will think back on that time differently, the whole thing coloured with a tinge of horror that you could never have anticipated
But some part of summer will always taste like adrenaline and the dizzying thrill of falling in love
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