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준 (pt 1)

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You snatched Jun’s photocard up without a second thought. Warmth flooded like a hurricane though your fingertips before everything turned pitch black and you felt yourself tumbling through space. You weren’t falling, no, it felt more like you were floating through a void.

You gripped the photocard, terrified.

“Bongbong? Bongbong!” You yelled out. You awaited an answer with bated breath but was returned with nothing.

YOU HAVE SELECTED WEN JUNHUI. ARE YOU SURE?

You looked around frantically for the mechanical voice that announced your selection before you noticed a string of pixelated words, in the familiar shade or rose quartz and serenity, displaying what the robotic voice had said.

YES/NO

Reaching forward, you tapped the pink yes option and the writing shifted to form the words, SVT Love, which you instantly recognized as the title of the game. Ha! So it was working after all. You tapped the start button and the scene shifted again and you gave a shriek as you plummeted fast.

You opened your clenched eyes, seeing yourself in front of a changing room, a black and white frilly outfit in your hands. The photocard was nowhere to be seen.

“Ah! You must be the new worker!” A voice greeted. You glanced over to see a human-like figure. It was obviously a robot, a program of sorts that would guide you through a tutorial, once you listened in on what it said.

“Why don’t you get changed into that basic maid outfit?” It suggested, it’s ivory fingers pointing at the outfit. It itself has completely snow white skin, blank eyes without pupils, black curls with a red maid outfit with pink decoration such as buttons and ribbons streaming from it.

“Wait, where am I?” You asked, unfolding the outfit to reveal a basic black-and-white maid outfit. Oh sweet lord, what was this?

“This is a Maid Cafe! And you’re the new worker!” It announced, before shoving you into the changing room before you could protest. You huffed. You should have known better. Of course an otome game would feature something as ridiculous as this! In all honesty, you knew Jun was flirty and a tad bit narcissistic but you didn’t know he would be into things like this of all the things he could be into.

‘It could be worse, (Y/n), he could be a-,’ your mind whispered before you promptly blocked out your thoughts. Nope, you were not going there.

You hastily tugged at your polka dot thigh highs before standing up and looking in the mirror. It didn’t look, you supposed, but the whole maid thing didn’t thrill you too much. It was garish and you felt like two year old in a silly costume. Sighing, you took the stray white ribbon in the pocket of the frilly dress and tied it around your neck. For good luck.

“Wow! You look awesome!” The program announced, when you strutted out, “You can get money through working with customers and you can buy items and dresses to unlock special bonuses! Your current dress’s bonus states that you’ll get paid a little more than usual! Who knows? Maybe you’ll find love here!”

And you were thrown into the cafe, holding a tray of cookies and juice. You felt like an absolute idiot, forcing a smile onto your face as you smacked down treat after treat on customers’ tables, acting all nice and cutesy. Heck, you even had to contort your voice to make it sound higher.

“Are you having fun?” The program inquired. You snorted, sarcastically replying with a yes as you pocketed the tips.

“Ah, a customer’s here!”

“Great!” You hissed, stomping over and flashing the brightest, most artificial smile you could muster, not properly looking over.

“Hi Master! How’s your day been?” You asked through gritted teeth, approaching the customer before taking a double take. Perfectly soft, slightly swirled hair, beautiful almond eyes, defined cheekbones and jawline that you wanted to kiss…

“J-Junhui?!” You screeched, raising a hand to your surprised face. His eyes widened too.

“Wait… You’re an actual human… Something’s wrong, how are you in here?” He demanded, once he saw you quickly turn into a flustered mess, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly. You noticed a blue text box fly up, pink words typing in what he said with a small bubble showing his name. You winced but answered his question.

“I downloaded a virtual reality otome game and chose you for my route,” you squeaked out. He released your shoulders, his eyes wide in horror as he shook his head.

“You shouldn’t be here. You won’t be able to get out. Can you leave? Because if you can, you need to go and never ever ever come back, you hear?” He demanded before you stopped him.

“Start from the beginning, please. I’m lost as hell and it looks like we’re the only actual humans here,” you interrupted, crossing your arms and shifting your weight from one side to the other. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled.

“I don’t know what happened, okay? One day, we went to bed, and by we, I mean the other members, and the next thing we know, there’s someone who refers to themself as the Maker there and they tell us we’re trapped in a program. An otome game and the only way to escape… Is if someone comes into the game from the outer world and completes the route. But the twelve members who aren’t chosen will be destroyed once the player completes a route,” he explained. You raised an eyebrow as he explained. This was not what you were expecting.

“We’re programs from real life and the person who’s shoved us in here wants us to die. The system censors us from saying anything vital and it’s insane. And you’ve chosen me, which means…”

“...Everyone else will die if I’m to save you,” you mused, furrowing your eyebrows. That was not good. You had no actual proof of what was going on or even if Jun was actually a human but…

That would explain the hiatus. Whoever it was would take that time and create the game and shove the members into it and then lure others into the game. Which meant...

“The Maker… That doesn’t sound good,” you commented. Jun nodded, rubbing his forehead.

“Look, we need to complete certain actions to fill your Love Meter for this game and complete the route. That’s the only chance we have at meeting the Maker and bargaining for the other members. That’s what they told us, they’ll give whoever’s chosen a chance to meet them if they can complete the game,” he sighed, “And I assume you know what the Love Meter is. You just have to gain affection from me to fill it but that shouldn’t be too hard.”

That thought brought color to your cheeks. Gaining affection from Junhui was at least something you could enjoy here.

“Why don’t you call it a day and come to my place and we can sort things out further. I can tell that you’re a Carat,” he offered, flashing you his winning smile. You could have sworn your heart stopped for a second.

“Not so quickly! You must finish your quota before you can finish the day!” The program yelled, rushing over. The two of you glared at the program but it cruelly grabbed you and whisked you off to work again. - Even in a game, Junhui was stylish. His tan, striped sweater seemed to only enhance how handsome he was up close and the way he subtly flirted with you as you threw a bunch of sweets onto his table drove you up the wall. God, you had to continually remind yourself that he was only acting this way for the game, not because he was actually interested in you.

“You look awfully cute in that outfit, you know,” he commented, that darn smirk playing on his flawless face before he took a sip of his juice. It was like he knew what he was doing to get you all bothered and blushy.

‘It’s for the game, stay calm,’ you reminded yourself again and again, as you wiped down a nearby table.

“The color suits you very nicely,” he purred, batting his eyes playfully when you stood up and looked at him.

“Thank you,” you flatly said, trying to sound as robotic as possible, determined to last in this weird mental competition. You were not going to let Jun sweep you off your feet so easily. You were determined to be much more than some damsel in distress, begging for someone to do all the work for them.

“You’re very welcome,” he returned, licking his lips slowly, “There’s no need to try and keep a straight face. Everyone knows how you feel.”

This cheeky guy…

“Me? I think you’re quite mistaken,” you huffed, adjusting your outfit again, pulling your hair up just the slightest bit. If he could tease you, then so could you. Leaning into him, you took one of your hands and traced the outline of his face. Normally, you wouldn’t have even dreamed of doing this in real life but this was a game meant for you to enjoy, right? And it wasn’t like he was objecting.

He raised an eyebrow, feeling your fingers crawl along his jaw, before breaking out into another smile, “Look at you, checking me out. Aren’t you a little bold?”

“So what if I am?” You replied. You didn’t know how you were managing to say this without crumpling over into a tomato-red mess and dying on the spot. Maybe it was the outfit or the job. Yeah, that had to be it.

You pulled your hands away just as they got to his lips, humming contently as you walked away to another table to wipe it down, leaving him hanging. You gave a small victory smile to yourself, knowing how confused he would be.

“Bad girl.”

You heard this and felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“If you’re going to tease me, you might as well finish the job instead of leaving me so unsatisfied,” he whispered, his voice leaving goosebumps all over your skin, “I think your quota is filled, so why don’t we leave now?”

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“Hey! You there?”

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Your phone lit up and you lazily felt around for it from your comfortable spot on your bed, your fingertips making contact with the screen. Grabbing it, you sat up, groaning a little at the sudden action.

“What do you need?” You typed, squinting to see who it was, despite knowing that it would be your online friend, who called themselves Bongbong. You found it funny; the two of you being Seventeen stans and all. You never asked for their real name; they said they preferred being referred to as Bongbong after coming out as agender.

“I found another nice game to play! It’s K-Pop based too so you should play it with me!” Bongbong typed back. They were wild about K-Pop games. Superstar? Oh, they’re a master at it already. Huh.

“Depends. You know that I’m not huge on rhythm games. I can’t even get through any of BTS’s,” you sighed to them. You could practically hear their laughter through the emoji they sent.

“It’s a dating simulator! An otome game of sorts. Hear me out,” they requested as you rolled your eyes playfully. Of course, only Bongbong would ask for you to play a romantic K-Pop game with them.

“Apparently it’s kinda like a virtual reality game but you don’t need a headset! That’s kinda cool; the reviews say it’s really nicely done. It’s Seventeen based too, so you can play a route while we wait for their hiatus to finish if it ever does,” Bongbong replied, “Look it up on the app store if you’re interested!”

“I don’t know… The no headset thing sounds sketchy…,” you typed in.

“The reviews say it’s not harmful… It’s a dating simulator for Heaven’s sake, (Y/n),” Bongbong countered, “It’s called SVT Love.”

“Fine. But I’m only trying it out because of you,” you grudgingly replied, exhaling as you pulled up the app store and typed in the name.

Only permitted for those with authority.

“Bongbong? I’m not allowed to get it. Is it not available where I live?” You asked.

“Oh god, I’m sorry! I forgot about that! Here, let me send you a link; it should work then,” they said, sending lots of heart emojis. Ever since Seventeen suddenly announced a hiatus, about eighteen weeks ago, Bongbong became really sad, distracting themselves away with K-Pop video games. It wasn’t like a comeback hiatus, Seventeen did nothing. No signs or posts, n o t h i n g.

At least they were somewhat back to their old, bubbly self.

A link popped up and you clicked it. Immediately, a download pop up appeared and you scrutinized the posters hanging on the wall while it installed.

“Bongbong, have you played it before?” You asked, making sure it was safe one last time before you would enter the app.

“I tried but it asks for you to play with a friend. It never said anything like on the reviews but it did for me. It should be fine; who knows? You could probably hit it off with your bias if you’re lucky!”

“Fine… Here goes. I’m stopping if it feels weird,” you muttered, clicking the app. A bright light shined, startling you, and you clenched your eyes shut, grumbling loudly, nearly being blinded.

The thing that greeted you first was the fact that you nearly fell over. Oh right, virtual reality… You were sitting when you opened up the game after all.

“(Y/n)? Can you hear me?”

All you saw was an empty room, no exits. Your phone was gone too. You looked around the small room; there wasn’t anywhere for a voice to come from.

“I-It’s me, Bongbong! Something’s wrong… I can’t find my phone and-“

“What is it? What can you see?” You hollored, bewildered.

“I’m in a pitch black room. It seems like a void, almost. All I see is fourteen screens and only the one in the far right is turned on and it’s showing you. The other thirteen are displaying the words ‘Not Activated’,” Bongbong replied, “I’m scared… How do we go back?”

“I-I don’t know. Stay calm, I’m sure we can find a way. It’s just a dating simulator, maybe we have separate routes? It’s probably just an error,” you soothed. Your eyes traveled to the many pictures seemingly floating near a wall.

“Are those… photocards?” Bongbong asked, when you neared them.

“Yeah… Is this the character selection?” You mused, your fingertips reaching out for the one with your bias on it. The air around it seemed to tingle and felt warm but you halted when you heard Bongbong screech.

“T-The screen goes staticy when you near a photocard…,” they whined. You bit your lip. Something was off. What was happening to Bongbong? What would these cards do?

“I’m going to pick one Bongbong. I’m sure it’ll be fine…,” you consoled, hoping that your words would soothe you as well.

“I’m scared… But go ahead… Maybe it’ll work out…”

So you reached out your hands, your fingers tentatively wrapping around the soft material of the photocard of-

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