#flutter sona

[sheepstitches]

Random doodles I made while visiting my mom after my night shift

[noonthuwu]

Oc: Inkey

They're actually in good terms, dw.

[catcowboy]

my eeveesona ⛅

[hunter-burton]

I cannot get them off my mind

[hikiclawd]

nobody knows about my multiple mlp kinsonas......

[sundrykitsch]

artfight 2024! good luck and let's have fun ;3!!!

[b33-fus]

Speaking of that loser..... that loser is me.....

Day 7 - trickshot

I designed a card for my fallout sona [1], simon

Bluds so silly he got shot in the head

Gonna give like- tiny lore

He's a ghoul, worked at a casino goods factory before the war

In my whole au thing he's courier 6, but like, barely does anything after brnny shoots him because he's SILLY and is just a male wife [certified benny syndrome he's now like a domesticated cat in the tops]

Mwahahahahahaba you will see more of him

@yeehawgust

[overgrownmoon]

overcome with the insatiable need to make a new ponysona. meet doodlebug its a pony that really likes bugs. their special talent is finding bugs

[puppykatz]

RESTLESS WITHOUT YOU ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ; meret manon bannerman x gn reader.

summary ‎::: manon comes home late, only to find you asleep on the couch.

prompt ‎::: “i can't sleep without you, you know that”

tags/info ‎::: established relationship, manon & reader share an apartment, reader has a cat, that's pretty much it =]

note... i love this manon selfie so much she's so gorgeous 😵‍💫😵‍💫

manon slowed the car down to a stop, letting out a sigh of relief afterwards. she'd been out all day filming stuff for katseye, so all she wanted craved was to get home to you, to hold you in her arms and just drift off to sleep — and at last, she was back home to your apartment, with the reward of holding you again so close. but it was late, really late, approximately 12:46 am, so unfortunately she wouldn't be able to have one of your many late night talks that she cherished so much, as you were probably fast asleep in bed by now.

she exited the car, sluggishly dragging her bag along with her. after an elevator ride that felt extraordinarily long, she reached your guys' apartment, unlocking the door and making sure to open it incredibly slowly as to not disturb you (though the creaky door hinges didn't help her case). she delicately stepped into the apartment, softly shutting and locking the door behind her before placing her bag on the floor. she let out another sigh of relief, though this time over the fact that she seemingly hadn't woke you.

she began to quietly make her way over to the bedroom, thankful that the tv was illuminating her path, lessening the chances that she'd run into something and wake you— wait, the tv was on. she paused, her brows furrowing as she redirected her route to the living room rather than the bedroom.

when she got there her heart absolutely melted, and it took everything in her not to let out the largest ‘awh’ she could muster. you had fallen asleep on the couch while playing a game, which was evident from the pause screen on the tv along with the controller falling out of your left hand. your cat, sona, was curled up comfortably in your lap, but had now stood up and began meowing happily at the sight of manon. “hi, honey! ” she lowly mumbled, gently scratching sona's head as she crawled up the side of the couch towards manon. she sat there for a moment, admiring you whilst continuing to silently pet sona.

while it crushed her heart, during her moment of silence she decided that it'd be better for her to freshen up before coming back to wake you up. a frown appeared on her lips at the thought of leaving you, even if it wasn't for that long. “i'll be back.” she pressed a light kiss to the top of your head, before woefully heading off to the bathroom.

── 𖹭 ──

manon walked out of the bathroom with a huge smile on her face, she'd finally finished her nightly routine which meant she was able to head to bed with you — after waking you up and moving you over to the bedroom that is.

she walked over to the couch, her heart fluttering at the sight of you once again.

she leaned down, slowly but surely removing the controller out of your hand and placing it on the coffee table in front of you. leaning back up towards you, she smiled to herself yet again — gently carding her fingers through your hair, she began to press soft kisses to your temple. “baby?” her smile widened when you stirred, groggily shifting your position slightly, though your eyes stayed closed.

“baby, you have to open your eyes.” she chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek as she continued to play with your hair. this time, you weakily opened your eyes, lifting your hands up to rub them as your brain tried to process what was going on. “manon?” you looked up at her dazed, “when'd you get back?”

her hand traveled down from your hair to caress your cheek, “a little bit ago.. baby, why are you out here? you should be in bed.”

“i.. can't sleep without you,” you reached up, wrapping your arms around her neck in a desperate attempt to hug her. “you know that.”

she wrapped her arms around your torso, embracing your hug with open arms. “you tried to stay up?”

you paused, trying to push away your embarrassment as you nuzzled your face into her neck. “..i was waiting for you...i missed you.”

manon hugged you tighter, letting out a squeal of adoration, “oh, you're so cute!! ” she leaned down, littering a bunch of kisses all over your face.

you groaned, pretending to dislike the treatment, even though the both of you knew very well that you loved it more than anything. “whatever..”

she pulled away with one final kiss to your lips, her smile as wide as could possibly be. “as much as i love this, we should really get to bed.” she ran her fingers through your hair again, pressing another kiss to your forehead before grabbing your hands so she could help you stand up. you stood up with her assistance, unintentionally bringing sona along with you, as she sat securely on your shoulder.

manon slowly walked you to the bedroom, her hand staying in yours to guide you (and also just because she wanted to hold it) while the other made sure that sona didn't fall.

“the bed is in front of you, love.” she giggled, grabbing sona off your shoulder just before you threw yourself on the bed, sluggishly crawling your way under the covers. unable to hide her smile at your antics, she made her way over to sona's bed tower, whispering a soft “goodnight” to her as she placed her inside before heading out to the living room to shut the tv off, finally going back over to lay down with you after she did.

she slid her way under the covers, immediately pausing her actions when she noticed you had already fallen back asleep. she smile-frowned, imagining how tired you must've been to fall asleep so fast, but also adoring how cute you looked sleeping. she got more comfortable, pulling you into her arms before pressing a feathery light kiss to the tip of your nose.

“goodnight, i love you.”

[elizakai]

THIS IS THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE our beef is erased I’ll be the best wifey you’ve ever seen

!!!!!! TRICKED

[byhees]

morning rays, lace curtains.

엔하이픈 형선 ・ female reader + word count 300 genre fluff established relationship warnings not proof-read skinship kissing petnames — more

a/n. a headcanon for a change >< basically— mornings with hyung line ♡

heeseung

definitely the type of boyfriend to pepper kisses all over the surface of your face, even whilst half-asleep; greets you good morning with his groggy morning voice, words slipping from his lips a few octaves deeper than usual.

loves snuggling you in bed; the comfort brought from the soft, velvety duvet, paired with the warmth emanating from your bodies, just brings him so much solace; clings onto you shortly after sitting up, not wanting the moment to end.

jongseong

would deliberately wake up a few minutes before you, getting the momentary luxury of snuggling further into the blankets, wrapping you in a small hug underneath the covers; would lightly bury his face in the crook of your neck, shielding his eyes from the harsh morning light.

would probably gently fix your hair once you’ve finally sat up in bed; lightly tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear— racking his fingers through your hair to calm your disheveled hairstyle with a soft smile.

jaeyun

would probably take in your messy morning appearance with a sleepy, yet playful grin lightly tugging on his face; the way you softly stir in your sleep, eyelids gradually fluttering open as you rouse yourself awake, strikes him as endearing; the type to lightly ruffle the top of your head, eyes curved into small and pretty crescents.

would inadvertently notice the intended marks left on your face from however you were laying, a soft giggle facing from his lips as he gently caresses the swell of your cheek, fingertip lightly tracing the mark; “must’ve had a good sleep, love”, he’d murmur.

sunghoon

the type to press kisses over your face, in hopes of waking you up; and not even a few minutes in, he’d accidentally fall back asleep, too entangled and comfortable in one another's warmth.

would do anything, and practically everything, to delay getting out of bed; “i need my ten-minute morning hug.. it’s important for a good day”, he’d jumble out, wrapping an arm around your build to pull you closer to his embrace.

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[noonthuwu]

Silly interaction with the toons.

[or-fi-s]

We absolutely adore Flutter Mane, so we wanted to make a paradox form of Lavender's Mismagius sona (Gau! Gau!!)

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[bebemoon]

video game-sona for @greylette ! {x} | "...the mysterious 'moth maiden' carries a short blade like a shaft of moonlight and is always accompanied by a fluttering entourage of snowy white moths. these moth familiars, though beautiful, are deadly. they swiftly overcome their maiden's enemies by swarming into the mouth and occluding the throat- choking them to death. how neat !"

[blood-red-hummingbee]

Young and Dumb

NOT TWST, THIS IS FOR MY YOUNG JUSTICE DC SONA

She’d known him her whole life. They’d lived in the same shitty, run-down apartment building, and become fast friends, bonding over their propensity for fist-fighting at school and love of books. Riley had been the first and only person Jason had told about his home life. Her family may have been just as poor as his, but their door was always open to him, a warm meal and love waiting. When Willis got hauled away and Catherine OD’d, they’d tried to take him in, but he didn’t let them, despite how he obviously wanted to. They were living on a single mother’s minimum wage budget. Even in Crime Alley, that wouldn’t support five people. He was still over as often as they assured him they could afford though.

Then it happened. He got picked up by Bruce Wayne. He’d called them from his own phone, explaining every detail. Riley found it suspicious, but he’d promised that he’d tell her if anything bad happened. He never broke his promises.

A year after Jason got taken in by Gotham’s sweetheart, a new Robin showed up. She’d read about how he was violent, more so than the last Robin, not hesitating to shatter bones and wreck people’s shit. She liked the new Robin more, to be honest. She met him for the first time when she was fourteen. She’d stopped by a cafe on her way back from a binge at the library, and of course, that’s when someone chose to hold it up. Minutes after the man in the ski mask had burst into the building, Robin was charging through the doors, dealing with the robber with a few well placed kicks.

The room was silent after watching the brightly colored teen wipe the floor with the man with a gun - except for Riley. She’d laughed, drawing attention to herself, though she didn’t particularly care. Even with the whited-out lenses of his domino mask, she could feel Robin’s eyes on her, his lips curled up into a smirk. She matched it, meeting his gaze - as best she could anyway.

After that, she’d kept an eye out for the boy, not that she expected to run into him again for real. Until, one night.

She was out on her apartment’s small balcony, just enjoying the fresh air (well, as fresh as Gotham air could get), when across the street, she spotted a figure. She cocked her head, glancing around for anyone, before indulging her intrusive thoughts, and waving at the silhouette. After a moment, the figure jumped to another roof, seeming to ignore her. If it’d even noticed her in the first place. She should probably be thankful if it didn’t notice her. It was Gotham after all, and no one wanted attention from random people on rooftops if they were sane.

She shivered, pulling her small blanket around her and turning to go inside.

“Cold?”

She jumped, turning and whipping her fist out at the sudden voice. Robin just barely avoided her hit, leaning back just out of reach, perched on the small railing. She had two thoughts at that moment and voiced both of them.

“You’re an asshole, that was rude. And get off of there, it’s old and flimsy, and we can’t afford to replace it!” She waved her hand at him angrily, while he gaped at her slightly. “I mean it, off! You break it, you buy it!”

He plopped onto the balcony, crowding her slightly. She narrowed her eyes at him. “What are you doing?”

He smirked mischievously, leaning back on the railing. “I dunno, you’re the one who invited me over. That’s a bad idea, by the way. There’re weirdos out there. It’d be a shame for a pretty lil’ thing like you to pique their interest.”

She raised her eyebrows at the compliment, noting the distinct Narrows accent. “Says you.”

He clasped his hands and brought them to his chest, then down to his waist, swaying slightly and grinding the toe of his boot against the concrete. She’s sure that he was fluttering his eyelashes under his domino. “Aw, you think I’m purty?”

She snorted, resisting the urge to punch him in the arm. “No, you’re a weirdo. You go around flirting with every chick that waves at you? You should know I’m a minor and have lots of pepper spray.”

He half-laughed half-squawked, an action that seemed very familiar to her…

While he spluttered out a defense - ‘Wha- I’m not- I don’t-’ - she studied him a bit closer. She sucked at names, but she never forgot a face. Not in Gotham where seeing a person more than once was most likely evidence of something bad.

The slope of his nose, the shape of his jaw and the chubby cheeks peeking out from under his mask. His wavy black hair, and the way his left front tooth stuck out just a bit farther than his right…

The realization struck her abruptly, and she didn’t quite know how to feel. Several things made sense suddenly, though. 

Her best friend was Robin.

… Was she gonna have to tell him about her powers now?

Part Two!

[wooahaeruby]

Chapter 21: Stupid Games

Chapter Word Count: 4,950

TW

1) mentions of date-r*pe drugs 2) Cheating? not really but it's complicated 3) Language lmao people got some curse words 4) My sanity being gone.

Gonna be honest here, I dropped off the face of the earth and forgot to post

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“Mouse?” Hearing Sona’s voice when the bathroom door opened was such a relief. 

Without your phone (Seokmin took it for safekeeping), you were unsure how long you were sitting in the stall, collecting yourself. You had been replaying the entire confrontation and how it could have gone terribly wrong at any given moment. It took no time for the anxiety to go away but it took longer for the anger to simmer down. 

You told yourself you would have done worse if given the opportunity. Part of you wanted to grab the back of his head and slam it into the counter but that would have been too much. 

“I’m here.” 

You unlocked the stall and stepped out, meeting the firm but concerned face of Sona leaning against the sink counter. Crossing her arms, Sona gave you a once over and relaxed her shoulders. 

“Wanna talk about it?” 

“When I step out there, how bad am I going to hear it?” 

“Pretty bad, bosses are a teeny bit on edge.” 

“So I’m fucked?” 

“Oh, definitely.” She patted the counter beside her and you stepped over, checking yourself in the mirror. “Now spill before we go out there.” 

“Got in a guy's face for spiking someone’s drink. Basically told him that I’d hang him by his balls if he tried, might have let my anger get the best of me, then took his ID and gave it to the guys.” 

“Hm, think I could ask Archivist for the camera footage?” 

You snorted, finally breaking into a faint smile. “Only if you get it to me after.” 

“Deal, let’s get you out of here before half the team walks in here.” 

“Oh joy.” 

With one more check in the mirror, making sure your dress was pulled down comfortably, Sona led the way out of the bathroom. There was a second guard outside, walking behind the two of you towards the stair before Sona led you up and reality hit the moment their eyes landed on you. 

“For the record,” You put your hands up in defense, “I want to say that I handled my anger really well and that could have been a lot worse if I didn’t.” 

“Mouse, you threatened to hang him by his balls.” Mingyu and Seokmin didn’t look amused.

“To be fair! I was running on alcohol and anger.” You held up your hands to defend yourself.

“You choked a guy.” 

“And he deserved more.” 

“Enough.” Seungcheol finally spoke up, putting his hands up before pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s handled. Let’s just take the fact that she stopped someone from getting drugged in Ruby and nothing serious happened.” 

That…dialed everyone back somewhat. Seokmin was on you in an instant, taking your hands and checking you over for any sign of injury. Joshua joined at his side, placing a hand on your back, letting himself run his eyes over you just as Seokmin did. 

“I’m fine.” You pulled your arms back, looking over their shoulders to Seungcheol then back to the two of them. “Don’t bullshit me when I asked this, does ‘it’s handled’ mean what I believe it does?” 

Both of the men before you shared a look, something you couldn’t read in their eyes. Joshua looked over his shoulder then back to you. 

“Yes.” 

You let your eyes flutter around the room, wracking your brain. There was something gratifying in knowing that he wouldn’t be on the streets anymore. 

“Good. I hope they make it hurt.” 

“Can you stop side-eying me?” Mouse asked, sitting in the passenger seat of Seungcheol’s car – a black Rolls-Royce Ghost –  with Joshua sitting in the back. 

It was late, Mouse insisted on staying longer which he and Cheol agreed was fine but Sona was on her tail as she phased in and out of the crowd. 

“I dunno, Mouse, are you going to do something like that again but end up with someone hurting you?” The oldest sounded unimpressed and disappointed. 

Sighing, she sank down in the passenger seat, “You act like you’ve never acted out of instinct before.” 

She is doing it to herself at this point . Joshua told himself, running a hand through his hair. 

“I’m not saying I haven’t,” Cheol pushed his hair back, sighing. “But that was reckless, what if something happened and you got hurt? Shua, can you say something back there?” 

“He has a point, Mouse.” Finally speaking up, she sank more into the seat. He watched her head disappear behind the seat back. “Just because you have some basics of self defense training, you were too close, you purposely made yourself too close, and if he wasn’t the biggest wimp on the planet, it could have ended badly.” 

“I ran a hundred different scenarios in my head while in the bathroom, I realized it could have been bad.” There was sincerity behind her words, even some shame if he could place it. “But I knew I couldn’t let her take a drink from it.” 

“And you could have done it by just spilling it on the counter, not dumping it on the guy.” 

“Can one of you be on my side here?!” She threw her hands up, sitting straight and whipping her gaze between him and Seungcheol. “Yes, I did something stupid! But I saved someone from being drugged and probably much worse. Can you at least cut me some slack? Just because you two and Hannie don’t tell me what you deal with, Jihoon was honest and I know you guys don’t fuck with date-rape drugs.”

Seungcheol pulled over on the side of the road not far from the house, turning in his seat to face her. Joshua had seen the look in his eyes before, there was conflict on whether he wanted to be harsh or understanding. He had seen it when Seungcheol had scolded some of the other guys for reckless behavior over the years. More often than not he was understanding but there were times where he put his leadership before his friendship. 

Mouse’s hands were balled in fists on top of the middle console, nostrils flaring with every breath. “Do not give me that look, Seungcheol, you know just as much as I do that you can’t protect me from everything in this world. You made a choice on letting me know the lives you all maintain. Teach me to fight better, train me somehow if you want me to be able to hold my own even the smallest amount. But trust me when I say that I would rather go down with a fight than let someone innocent get hurt.” 

The second they got back to the house, Mouse marched into Jeonghan’s room and not so gently closed the door. 

“How do any of you deal with her?” Seungcheol said, disbelief huffed out in anger, heading into the kitchen and grabbing a glass, ice, and a dark whiskey bottle. “I’m serious, Joshua. She gets under my skin like no one ever has before.” 

Joshua followed behind him, leaning back against the cleaned counters. 

When he first met her he had asked himself something similar. She always had a comeback, some smartass remark, and at first he didn’t understand what Jeonghan saw in her in the beginning. Jeonghan once said she was broken like the rest of them but had a will stronger than steel and she wanted to keep moving forward. She managed to fit herself in near perfectly with the thirteen of them rather quickly, so he had some understanding of the feelings Seungcheol was going through. 

But…not that long ago, he understood what everyone saw. 

There was a spark in Mouse that he had seen when the group of them were younger, starting out. She had some…untamed issues – anger – a lot more than maybe Soonyoung had when he got angry. Joshua could see it in her eyes along with the anxiety the night of the Gala when Kihyun grabbed her. It was there alongside the weighing numbness the night Mingyu got shot. He saw it tonight when Mouse took the ID from the wallet and left to talk to Seungcheol. 

Yet he also saw this…childlike, happy to be there personality that masked insecurity and timid confidence. 

Spending time with her over the last few days showed him that she was more than the loud, somewhat reckless, and smartass person she liked to show off most days. Mouse liked really bad, old movies and rewatching shows from the nineties. She loved video games enough to go toe to toe with Wonwoo online and cheered with pure euphoria when she promptly won against the hacker. 

There was much more Joshua could think of but it left fluttering feelings in his stomach at the idea. It wasn’t just the…butterflies? But there was a knot of guilt knowing he was absolutely falling for her best friend’s girl. 

“Can you give her a chance? After all this time you have to have some trust in her, right?” Joshua asked and Seungcheol groaned in frustration as he poured himself a cup of whiskey. “I’m not taking full sides but if you didn’t trust her, you wouldn’t be letting her come here, letting her hang out as much, you could order Jeonghan to stay away from her, but you haven’t. She has done nothing to break our trust, she is dating Jeonghan, the guys love having someone else with us. She has done a lot to help when she didn’t have to.” 

Seungcheol took a long drink from his cup, staring down at the counter. “The problem is that I do trust her. I have that annoying protective feeling that I have with all of you but it’s worse for her since she doesn’t know how to protect herself well enough against the assholes we deal with.” 

“Then teach her. Get Minghao, Junhui, and even Chan to handle her. Sona would be willing to help and Mouse trusts her. Get her up to our standards – your standards, and have some faith.” 

Cheol took another sip, tapping his nails against the countertop, eyes darting around as he went over the details in his head. “Fine. Once Jeonghan gets back and things go back to normal I’ll start her out with Chan. This doesn’t mean I’m allowing her to join anything major SVT related. Just to let her handle things on her own if needed.” 

“Promise you won’t be mad.” You called Jeonghan after texting him to see if he was awake. 

“ If this is about what happened at Ruby, Mingyu already told me.” 

“God damn it.” Fucking snitch…

“ Kinda impressed there, the videos are even better.” 

“Of course Wonwoo sent you the video.” 

“He sent it to all of us in a group chat.” 

“Can you uh…” You cleared your throat, “Can you forward that video to me?”

“Already on it.” Jeonghan laughed tiredly. “ Did Cheol and Shua give you hell?” 

You rolled your eyes, falling back onto his bed now that you removed your heels and jewelry. “Sometimes I feel like Cheol treats me like a child and not a grown woman.” 

“ Ah, you know that isn’t true. He probably scolded you because he cares. Mingyu said you asked Cheol to handle the guy once he left?” 

“I know what I was asking when I went to him. I don’t want the dickbag hurting anyone else.”  

“I expect nothing less out of my girl.”

Words rolled around on your tongue, staying silent before he hummed your nickname. 

“ What’s wrong, baby?” 

“I miss you, Hannie.” Finally letting the words that were weighing on you out, you sighed, curling up on your side. “And before you ask, I’m okay, everyone has been a great distraction, but I miss you, I miss our dates, I miss talking to you after work.” 

You could hear him laugh again, it brought a needed lightness in your chest. “ Just one more week then I’m all yours again. Just stick with Shua and Minnie. I’m sure they are a good way to fill the gap.” 

Over the course of an hour, you and Jeonghan spoke as you changed and cleaned up for the night. He gave vague information on what exactly he was working on in Japan. You fell asleep somewhere in the middle of some long explanation regarding Mochi making that Jeonghan was going on a tangent about. 

When morning came, Mingyu was skipping into the room, shaking you awake with a wide smile on his face. You tried to swat him away but he only flopped himself down over you until you were gasping for air and hitting him on his back. 

“Get off!” 

“Get up!” 

“I can’t breathe!” 

“Come have breakfast!” 

 “I will if you fuck off!” You slapped his back harder and he whined, pushing himself up and off of you, stretching his arms back behind him to try and rub the spot. Heaving a breath, you sat up, hugging a pillow close. 

“Joshua made pancakes!” Mingyu tossed your sweatshirt at you which you slid on and trudged yourself out of bed. “I made bacon, eggs, hash browns-” 

Shuffling after him, the mouthwatering smell hit you the moment you stepped foot into the hall with chatter filling your ears. 

“Oh good, I didn’t want to die if I had to wake her up.” Seokmin’s voice rang out from his spot beside Junhui at the counter, passing things along to some of the others to place on the table. 

“Haha, very funny.” You mocked him, shuffling towards the counter and poured yourself a near full cup of coffee. “I was up talking to Jeonghan last night.” 

“Ohh, talking to her boyfriend~” Seungkwan’s teasing had your eyes rolling back and an unimpressed sigh leaving you. 

Ignoring anything else that left his mouth, you took your normal seat at the table, one space over from Jeonghan’s, peering over to the pouty, puffy face of Seungcheol, thick hair sticking up in multiple directions and a steaming cup of coffee in front of him. His eyes were closed and his hands were shoved in the front pocket of his sweatshirt from what you could tell.

Scary leader, my ass. 

The seats filled with the guys, each in different stages of awareness. Wonwoo, for the first time in a long time, wasn’t on his phone, rather sitting with a far out expression with his glasses crookedly perched up on his nose. 

“Eat up, everything’s on the table.” Taking his seat beside Seungcheol, Joshua called down the table and instantly hands, forks, and chatter roared across the table. 

“Thanks for the food.” You hummed, reaching for different items, stacking a decent pile of food, and ate, smiling to yourself at the home cooked breakfast.

“Hey, Mouse?” Mingyu caught your eye across the table, food stuffed in his cheek as he spoke. “Why don’t you have a car?” 

“Oh- I never had a need for one.” Shrugging, you sipping your coffee. “I have my license but the city has decent public transport so I didn't think it was necessary. Plus I don’t have enough money to shell out every month to pay for one, they aren’t cheap.” 

“It’s expensive to live on your own.” As you continued, you felt a few sets of eyes on you, mainly from Joshua, Seungcheol, and Seokmin but you simply looked down at your plate. “I’m fine without one. I’ve managed thus far.” 

Mingyu looked ready to open his mouth and say something in response, but Seungkwan called out, asking for one of them to pass the syrup bottle at your end of the table and the idle conversation flowed once more. 

Wonwoo, you, and Jihoon made quick work in cleaning up when everyone was finished eating. There was a nagging thought in the back of your mind regarding the guy from last night and your request to Seungcheol. You peered at Wonwoo from the corner of your eye, shifting from foot to foot while your arms were elbow deep in cleaning the dishware not allowed in the dishwasher. 

Sliding up beside you, placing glass cups in the dishwasher, Wonwoo spoke quietly. “If you want to ask what happened to him, you can ask.”  

“If I ask, will you tell me the truth or will you say that you can’t tell me because of Cheol?” 

“Come down to Pandora once you’re done here.” 

Looking over your shoulder, Jihoon was wiping down the table and a majority of the group dispersed, some on the couch while others were fully missing from the living room. It was just the two of you near the sink. Sending him a nod, Wonwoo was off, having finished his part of the clean up, and disappeared down the hall. 

“Mouse!” Seokmin bounced into the kitchen, changed into some shorts and a muscle t-shirt as you dried your hands off. “Since we are heading back into the city later, do you want to get Pho for dinner?” 

“Hm? Yeah. That sounds fine.” 

“Do you want to do something? Soonyoung and I were going to go into the gym outback but if you want to do something-” 

“I’m going to head down to Pandora. Play some games with Wonwoo.” 

“Ah~ Alright, I’ll catch you around the time we are going to leave if I don’t see you.” 

Ruffling your hair, he was off, exiting out the back sliding doors as you made your way towards the ‘basement’ to meet with the hacker. At the bottom of the stairs, you stared at the handprint keypad, and raised your hand to knock, only for the door to open, Wonwoo staring at you. 

“We’ll need to put your handprint in the system.” He turned and left you to follow behind. 

The TV on the console wall was on and you scoffed at the game that was pulled up. 

“It Takes Two?” 

“Mingyu is bad at it and no one else has time to play.” He sat down and held out a controller for you to take, kicking his sock covered feet up on the coffee table. “Plus, you want to talk, this is what I want to do while talking.” 

Sitting beside him, mirroring the position he sat, you took the controller and got comfortable. As the game started, both of you sat quietly, taking in the opening cutscene you’ve seen before in playthrough videos. 

“Is he dead?” 

The question didn’t seem to phase Wonwoo as he started to mess with the controls. Both your eyes were locked on the screen, working in unspoken tandem to get through the game. 

“He is.” He hummed out the words. “We also found out who sold the drugs to him and it snowballed from there. Looked into the guy, no major priors with the police, dug into some socials and he is a creep that doesn’t take no well.”  

“And his dealer?” 

“Not dead, but we are keeping him to find his supplier.” 

“Good.” 

Nodding to yourself, the game continued before your eyes, more calm silence blanketing the room. It was nice, no expectations put on you, playing a video game that should need a decent bit of communication but you and Wonwoo worked well without it verbally. While the both of you weren’t exactly close, it was a rather brother-sister friendship that was built between you. 

He loved to annoy you, getting into your personal space to just be a nuisance was his personal favorite. He’d stand there, not touching you or saying anything but would purposely get in the way if you were doing something. Once you had asked him to go away and he made the childish remark that he wasn’t touching you so he was perfectly fine where he was. 

Your favorite contribution to the friendship was gloating when he lost to you in a game he was good at. He’d never admit that he hated it, mostly a silent competitive person, but he’d always find a way to win one way or another. Another contribution was having someone let you into Pandora and completely fucking with his computer, changing the wallpaper, the speed on his computer mouse to the absolute lowest, and a few times changing his computer language. It made you laugh every time you received a message from him, words laced with annoyance, telling you to stop.

“Is it too personal to ask why you joined SVT?” 

“It’s nothing compared to some people in the group.” 

“It’s still your story.” 

Wonwoo’s fingers stopped on the controller for a moment, mainly noticed by his character stopping on the screen. After another pause, he started back up. 

“It was mainly money. My mother passed away and my father needed to help our family. We were barely making ends meet since I have a brother. I went into college late because we didn’t have the funds. Started working with SVT for cash under the table some months before the first semester. Then things took off and I simply left school mid-semester. Didn’t need it at that point since I could find everything online. I took the time to teach myself more and here we are years later. I do send my family money so they won’t have to worry too much. They think I just work for the cover company.” 

“Were you ever scared of being in SVT?” 

“I think there will always be a part of me that has some fear, I can’t lie and say I haven’t had fear, but it is what I do with that fear that allows me to move forward or handle future situations. The life we have is always changing, always dangerous, but I think we’ve learned how to manage the fear we have and continue on.” 

It made sense. Wonwoo was always someone that handled things with a calm demeanor and a straight face. The only time you had seen him crack was when Mingyu got shot. He didn’t cry but he damn near could have if given the time. There was composure in him that you found fascinating. 

“Mouse?” He paused the game, turning his head to you and setting his controller in his lap. “Why do you spend your birthdays alone?” 

You huffed out a laugh, dropping your eyes down from the screen to your own controller. “I’m guessing you couldn’t find a lot of records on me once I turned eighteen?” 

“Only a police report with most info redacted and a name change.” 

“I’m not going to over complicate it all. My parents died, pretty bad OD, I found them but cops didn’t want to put out that one of their own was taking drugs in a report. My extended family didn’t want me so I bounced around in foster care, changed my name at eighteen. In those foster homes, I didn’t celebrate my birthday, so celebrating it brought back some bad memories from being kicked out from my last home. The state I was in gets rid of all their foster care files once the person ages out of the system.”

“So you isolate yourself every year?” 

“More or less.” You laughed again, it couldn’t be helped. Looking at him now, you sighed, a smile on your face. “I…don’t think I’ll be doing that next year though.” 

He raised a brow, tilting his head to the side. 

“I think I found a group of people to help me not hide from the pain anymore.” 

Your stomach was in knots, guilt and nausea had been plaguing you all morning. 

For the last week, waiting on Jeonghan to come home, Joshua had been picking you up every single day after work, taking you for multiple dinners, a movie, clothes shopping , and he even helped you get a gift for Jeonghan’s birthday. Yesterday he had taken you to an amusement park that was holding an event for adults after hours!

The flirting had ramped up on his end, it was eating you alive. Jeonghan called and texted a lot and you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. You knew Joshua’s flirting was intentional, he took you to some of your favorite restaurants, saying Jeonghan had told him. He took you to a movie you wanted to see because Seokmin told him. 

Your head was all messed up. 

You knew you didn’t want to break up with Jeonghan. You’ve missed him since he left, you missed the reassurance he gave when you were stressed, the way he’d take care of you and always filled you with wonder at something new or adventurous. He’d spoil you, which you didn’t need but he insisted. You found joy in returning the care, listening to him vent when something was bothering him, cooking some of his favorite meals for at home dates, and loving the never ending laughter flow between the two of you. 

With Joshua…Things were calm. He made you feel like you didn’t have a care in the world to give. There were unspoken words that let the two of you communicate if you wanted to stay in and watch shows at the penthouse or go out and go somewhere. Joshua listened to your ramble about different recipes you loved and offered to cook them with you. He wanted to know what your favorite desserts were, saying he might be making or getting it for you one of these days. He made you feel like you were enough when you weren’t putting on an act when you were exhausted.

Jeonghan and Joshua, both of them made you feel safe. Both of them were a comfort you’ve grown to love being around. 

You were more confused than ever.

But here you were now, in the passenger seat of the silver Charger with Joshua driving to the hangar the plane pulled into to pick up Jeonghan. It was late, his flight having pulled inside only a few minutes prior, and your leg was bouncing with the nerves that coursed through your veins. A glance beside you had Joshua in a similar state, biting at the skin around his nails, tapping his other hand quietly against the wheel. 

The second the car was put in park and you saw the door to the plane open, you were out the door. Multiple men were flitting around the hangar bay, taking bags to the appropriate cars. You walked in fast, a few of the men glanced at you but you only nodded, which they reciprocated, probably recognizing you, and you spotted Jeonghan easily. 

With his back to you, you could see Jeonghan was speaking to a man dressed in a black suit, two suitcases resting on either side of him. He had his hands shoved into his pockets, surprisingly dressed down in a sweater and sweatpants despite the business he told you he needed to attend right before leaving. 

With the amount of SVT men around, you called out to him using his call name. Jeonghan turned rather quickly to face you and you felt the world slow down. 

He looked tired, the dark circles under his eyes prominent, and the smile he gave you was enough to know that he was going to need a few days rest to recover from the constant go he was on. The moment his arms opened for a hug, you embraced him tightly, feeling the rumble of his laughter as he held you close. 

“Hello to you too, love.” Jeonghan took in a deep breath, resting his cheek against the top of your head. 

“I missed you.” The words were muffled by your face pressed into the fabric of his sweater, breathing in the smell of his cologne. “I missed you so much.” 

You could feel the rumble of his laughter again, only letting him go when he pushed you back slightly, feeling a kiss being placed on your forehead. He raised his eyes to look behind you and Jeonghan smiled, a spark flicking behind his dark eyes. 

“ Hades , always good to see you.” Playfulness was dancing in his tone. “Have you pampered my girl well?” 

Joshua coughed and cleared his throat, stumbling over his words. “Uh- yeah, yeah, totally. Um- Do you want to head back to the uh- Penthouse, get some rest?” 

There was a smirk spreading on his face that sent a chill down your spine. A part of you had a feeling Jeonghan knew of the situationship going on between you and Joshua. You tried to keep your breathing even as you grabbed one of his suitcases and helped him bring it towards the car. You insisted on sitting in the back, needing a moment to collect the racing thoughts that hammered your mind. 

Stepping into the penthouse didn’t ease any of the tension in your shoulders when you noticed Seokmin sitting on the touch, scrolling aimlessly through his phone. He perked up the moment the three of you entered and a gut feeling was telling you to retreat and hide in one of the rooms. 

Jeonghan was stretching his arms out, walking to the kitchen for a bottle of water once the front door closed, humming out a greeting to Seokmin who smiled wide and greeted him in return. The two were…peppy? It was giving you anxiety. You busied yourself with moving his suitcases out of the doorway and rested them near the hallway for easy access when wanting to go to bed. Joshua seemed in no rush to sit down on one of the couches.

When Jeonghan did sit down, placing himself directly beside Seokmin, both of their smiles dropped. 

Jeonghan looked at you then to Joshua, pinning you both with a harsh stare. 

“Sit down, we need to talk.”

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