#i was waiting for vernon to pop up in these videos and was silently hoping he'd do it for my bday month

[chwedout]

wait naur way the carat bday message for this month is vernon and wonwoo🥹

[tmntgirlie]

Saviors in a Half Shell 5

“Let me get this straight. You guys were the ones who really saved the city? Twice?”

The commotion had made national news headlines for weeks years ago. The most recent occurrence was five years ago, way before Y/N had made her way to the city.

It was the sort of thing that led to many online conspiracy theories, but none of them had any solid evidence. The media led people to believe it was a man named Vernon Fenwick, who had subsequently called himself ‘the Falcon’.

How obnoxious.

“We knew we wouldn’t be accepted by the general public, and he just so happened to be working with us- it made sense,” Leonardo shrugged.

“People are so gullible,” she snorted. She shook her head. “Even I had a feeling he couldn’t have taken that thing down without help. I mean, one man? Unless it was dumb luck. I’m still trying to understand why someone wants to take over a city. A single city. What, turn it into his kingdom? He knows there are bigger and better cities out there, right?”

“Bigger and better? Oh, man! We have been so busy saving this city, we haven’t been able to finish our hip-hop Christmas album!” Mikey couldn’t have sounded more pitiful.

Y/N laughed. “I’d love to hear you guys try to rap Silent Night. Ninjas and all.”

Right as Michelangelo opened his mouth to give her a proper demonstration, he was pushed over by his red-banded brother.

“Someone’s a party pooper.”

“I just spared your eardrums,” Raph said, looking quite pleased with himself.

“What a sweetheart,” Y/N said through a snort. These guys were definitely brothers, the way they treated each other.

“Speaking of sweethearts,” Mikey grinned. “What are you going to do now? Now that you know us and all. You gonna stay here for good?”

“Mikey-” Raph growled.

Y/N just shook her head. “I have an apartment in Brooklyn I should probably get back to at some point. And a job.”

“Do you think you’re ready to get back to all that?” Leonardo asked her quietly. He still wasn’t sure what pushed you so far towards the edge- depression, that was pretty clear. Was there a more specific reason?

She shrugged again. “Have to sooner or later. It comes and goes. Good days, bad days, you know?” She looked around the room with a small smile. “Plus, if I go back to… All that, and I feel like it’s all going down the drain again- well, you guys make a mean cup of tea.”

The brothers looked between each other. It was obvious they all felt some type of way to hear that she was leaving. They had known this woman for less than twenty-four hours, and yet the thought of her leaving them left them feeling empty. She was one more human that accepted them for who they were. She didn’t run, she didn’t scream, she just accepted it.

“I took the liberty of adding our numbers to your phone,” Donatello said finally. “In case you ever need us for any reason.”

“Need a cup of tea, an escape, a friend-”

“-Boyfriend-” Mikey cut in.

Raph wasted no time knocking him over completely this time.

“I don’t think I could handle you, Michelangelo,” Y/N gave him a small smile. “You remind me of me when I was younger.”

Mikey got to his feet, dusting off his thighs. “How old are you again?”

She grinned. “Twenty-one, legal drinking age.”

He shook his head in confusion. “We’re older than you.”

“I really can’t thank you guys enough for this,” Y/N said, ignoring Mikey’s statement. “Especially you two.” She looked between Raphael and Leonardo. “Especially you two. And the Thai food of course.”

~

It felt like it had been an eternity since she left. It was almost dusk, it had really only been hours. Donatello gave her an extremely detailed map of the sewers, including the streets they followed, in case she wanted to come down by herself. They all figured she’d just ask for an escort, but in case she didn’t feel like it.

“And as soon as she comes into our lives, she leaves,” Michelangelo said through a dramatic sigh. “Do you think she’ll be okay?”

“She’ll be alright,” Donatello said. “I added multiple suicide hotlines and therapists to her phone when I added us.”

“She can’t just stay here forever,” Raphael grunted. “She lives up top, she belongs up there. April and Casey don’t live their lives down here with us, do they? No, they live up top with the other humans.”

Leonardo stayed quiet. They were right- she belonged up there with the other humans. She had a job, an apartment, a life- they were just four turtles that lived in the shadows. They saved her from a mistake she couldn’t go back from. What she did now was up to her.

“Maybe we should check on her tonight!” Mikey said, disrupting Leonardo from his thoughts. “Don, you got her address, right?”

“You think I’d let her leave without knowing where to find her? Do you even know me?” Donatello let out a ‘pfft’. “I have her address, her workplace, her social media profiles.”

“Isn’t that going a little too far?” Leonardo said.

“It’s all for her safety!” Mikey argued, even though the question obviously wasn’t pointed towards him.

Leonardo sighed. “Fine. We can check on her tonight.”

He tried to convince himself it was for his brothers’ sake.

“Since you did all that research on her, might as well not put it to waste. Whadoya got, Donnie?” Raph asked as he plopped back down on the couch.

Donnie pushed up his goggles, more for effect than anything. They were quite literally strapped to his head. “According to all of her profiles, she was born in Iowa and moved here a year and a half ago. No listed family members. Says here that she works for herself, doesn’t say what, but I’m seeing a portfolio right here with a bunch of different headshots.”

Mikey made his way over to Donnie’s corner, squinting at the screens. “Maybe she’s a professional photographer. Do you think she could shoot the music video for our Christmas album?”

“I have a feeling it’s more of what’s in the picture that is her job,” Donnie said slowly. “My money’s on makeup or hair.”

“What do you know about that stuff?” Raph questioned.

“Hey, if it was a photography portfolio, you’d definitely see more variety than just heads,” Donnie replied, rolling his eyes.

“Too bad we don’t need a new hairdresser,” Raph snorted, running his hand over his bald head. “Alopecia right here.”

“We’re turtles, we don’t grow hair in the first place.”

“It was a joke, Don.”

“It wasn’t a very thought out joke.”

By that point, Leonardo was no longer paying attention to his brothers. He was no judge of skills with hair, but these pictures didn’t look half bad. Maybe he needed to pay attention to pop culture a bit more to understand. Was she dissatisfied with her work?

She hadn’t mentioned a roommate. He figured she lived alone. Leo recalled April saying how expensive it was to have your own apartment in any part of New York. She couldn’t have been that bad at her job to be able to live on her own.

His thoughts were disrupted when he felt his phone buzz.

Miss me yet? - Y/N

He frowned, looking down at the screen. It had only been hours.

You guys seriously messed up my sleep schedule, I’m wide awake and it’s almost nine at night. - Y/N

Oh yeah? Almost time for us to get to work - Leonardo

Ah, the night shift. Latest I’ve worked was probably until two. I didn’t want to even think about waking up the next morning. - Y/N

You work that late? - Leonardo

I had no idea this client was going to take me eight hours. We were almost sick of each other by the end of it. - Y/N

Maybe Donnie was right. He had no frame of reference for photography, but that seemed late. Did hair related things take that long?

I’ll let you get back to work. Maybe you’ll even save another damsel tonight. - Y/N

Let’s hope I don’t have to - Leonardo

He wasn’t sure his brothers could handle two humans in twenty-four hours. Mikey would go crazy.

“Leonardo? Earth to Leonardo?”

He bounced back into reality. “What did I miss?”

“Um, our entire conversation?” Mikey said, poking him on the shoulder. “It’s your head that’s in the clouds today.”

He sighed. “What, then?”

“April says she has a lead on the Purple Dragons,” Donnie said, turning towards them. “They’re hitting several spots tonight. We need to get going.”

“Alright, you know the drill,” Leonardo said loudly. “What are we waiting for?”

He didn’t have to ask twice.

~

Meanwhile, Y/N was settling back into her apartment. She regretted leaving it in such a mess the night before. It had taken her until now to finally get it straightened up enough to have company.

Not that she was expecting company.

She let out a small sigh as she placed a mug of tepid water in the microwave. She briefly recalled the events that ensued in the past twenty-four hours.

She did not wake up yesterday thinking she was going to get that close. It had taken all of her courage to even stand on that ledge. Heights were not her friend, ever since she was a child. Maybe it wasn’t the fear of heights so much as it was the fear of falling.

It didn’t make sense that it was her chosen method.

She shook her head quickly. No, those were not the kind of thoughts she needed. Not this soon.

Truth be told, it was hard to live in a city such as New York. It was so easy to get carried away with the hustle and bustle the city was known for. Even on her daily walk to the shop, she felt like a tiny speck in the big picture. Nobody gave her a smile, nobody even looked at her. It wasn’t what she was used to.

Hell, back in the Midwest, people smiled at strangers as they passed them on the road. They waved to people driving tractors, and were even pleasant if one was going ten miles per hour. But here?

If you so much as stopped on the sidewalk, you were given death glares and knew people wished you didn’t exist in that moment.

Maybe she wasn’t meant to stay here.

It was almost every hairstylist’s dream. If you could make it in New York, you really made it. It was a cherry on top if you ended up catering to hair shows, took on a sponsorship for various brands. If you made it in New York, you could even create your own line of color and hair products.

Two and a half years after gaining her license in hairdressing, it just wasn’t what she expected. The hair was great, that wasn’t the problem. The environment drained her. She wasn’t sure if it was worth the heartache.

But those four brothers…

“Maybe I should check in on them,” she told herself.

The microwave began to beep. She reached in to pull the hopefully hot water-filled mug and gasped when the ceramic burnt at her skin. No, she’d give that a minute to cool off, actually.

She glanced over at her phone, it was dangerously close to falling off the edge of the couch. Y/N made her way over and unlocked it with her fingerprint. As she did so, she quietly wondered how Donatello managed to get into it in the first place.

In fact, their four names were now listed as her emergency contact numbers. They were even color coded, not that she needed a reminder on who was who. She decided to text Leo.

Miss me yet? - Y/N

After thinking for another second, she sent another text. Hopefully they weren’t weird about double-texting.

You guys seriously messed up my sleep schedule, I’m wide awake and it’s almost nine at night. - Y/N

It wasn’t completely true, she didn’t typically go to bed until midnight or so. There was no harm in friendly banter, right?

She set her phone back down, on the counter this time, and went to check on her mug of hopefully no longer boiling hot water. Before her fingers even touched it, it dinged.

Oh yeah? Almost time for us to get to work - Leonardo

She looked at the message for a while, her mug of tea leaf-less water all but forgotten.

Ah, the night shift. Latest I’ve worked was probably until two. I didn’t want to even think about waking up the next morning. - Y/N

You work that late? - Leonardo

Did I ever tell them what I did for a living?

Not that it would really matter to them. They obviously didn’t need a beautician.

The hair thing, she was definitely referring to the hair thing. Turtles didn’t have hair. Not that she saw, anyway-

Y/N, I swear, they’re fuckin’ turtles. Of course they don’t have hair anywhere.

I had no idea this client was going to take me eight hours. We were almost sick of each other by the end of it. - Y/N

She remembered that night well. It was actually one of her first clients that she ever got since moving to the Big Apple. And boy, was this girl loyal. She bought product every time, tipped well, even consulted for possible wigs. Y/N wasn’t sure why she would want wigs, she had beautiful hair, but she wasn’t about to judge. That was money.

Plus, she worked for some TV station local to New York. This client was a dream client.

As soon as she sent the message, she groaned. He probably didn’t even care to hear about that kind of stuff. He was probably busy anyway. You know, saving the city.

I’ll let you get back to work. Maybe you’ll even save another damsel tonight. - Y/N

She had to admit, knowing she was the first person they’d saved in such a way made her feel special. Sure, it was the worst possible circumstance, but… In her mind, it was almost like fate. They were different, but they accepted her into their home so easily. They knew she needed help and didn’t hesitate to try their best. They gave her a safe space to sleep, away from her own world. It gave her time to clear her head. Maybe the meditating had something to do with it.

Let’s hope I don’t have to - Leonardo

For some reason, the last message didn’t hit quite right with her. It suddenly drew her back.

Just make some tea, Y/N. Light some candles. Deep breaths.

The last thing she wanted was to be a burden to these four new beings in her life she’d love to consider her first real friends in the city. She crossed her fingers that he didn’t mean his words the way she took them.

Candles lit, tea freshly brewed (and with a chunk of ice for good measure), Y/N settled down on the couch with an oversized blanket and decided to watch something on TV. That’d clear her mind.

“April’s hair does look so good,” she mumbled to herself with a smile, the first thing on TV was the nightly news. “Good job, me.”

[kdream-factory]

Seventeen Reaction! to their child asking why there are so many Santas

Seungcheol:

He and his daughter were walking in the mall, hand in hand when they stopped infront of a small stage with a big stool a man dressed as Santa was sitting on. Passig by they got to see the not so well hidden backstage with at least two more men dressed as Santa. His little daughter was pointing there with a cute little shocking gasp and asking her dad:

“Daddy why are there so many Santas?”

And Daddy kneeled down to hold her cheek and simply tell her: “Santa needs some help my baby. Even he can’t do everything!“

Jeonghan:

He was driving home with his four years old daughter and his 9 months old son after meeting Santa to tell him their christmas wishes. His daughter was silently playing with a doll and his son was sleeping. She had a concerned look on her face and Jeonghan noticed so he asked her what is up.

“Daddy why was there a different Santa than last year? Can he change his looks?”

Jeonghan kept a straight face and told her: “You know my angel... years ago there weren’t that many kids on earth so Santa could handle to give presents to the children all alone. Now that there are so many children he really needs help”.

Satisfied with that answer his daughters eyes went to her doll again.

Joshua:

Joshuas son was playing with his Dads phone while Joshua was cooking in the kitchen. The 3 years old boy clicked on a video and to be seen were Seventeen. All of them wearing Santa costumes. His son then screamed: “Daddy why are you wearing Santas costume when you are not Santa?”. Joshua came out of the kitchen seeing the video that was being played and took the phone away. “No no we were just helping Santa! You can help Santa too one day if you want...”. His son just got really excited loool.

Jun:

Jun and his two sons were eating Pizza while watching TV and as it should be there were played many christmas advertisements. His sons here and there stopped eating to watch them but ate again when Jun reminded them of eating. One of his sons then asked why in every advertisement Santa looked different. Jun smiled and said: “This isn’t the real Santa. Santa is way too busy to be starring on TV”. Not happy about that the two boys looked at their food, one of them nearly started crying. Jun then added: “He is too busy with choosing your presents but you will only get presents when you are good boys and eat up your food” and as every kid wants a present they pushed the Pizza in their mouth.

Soonyoung:

His 4 year old son kept pulling on his dads shirt because he was curious about the amount of Santas he saw down the street the day before and shyly asked: “Daddy is Santa real? You can tell me. I saw many of them yesterday.”

Soonyoung laughed and told his son with a certain look: “Of course Santa is real my son! It’s just that everyone can be Santa if they really want to make other children happy!”

His son told him that he wanted to make other children happy and Soonyoung patted his head: “I want that too buddy. Next year we will be Santa too!”

Wonwoo:

Wonwoo and his little daughter were sitting on her little table with paper and pens. They were both drawing on one big paper and the paper was full with Santas. His daughter was a bit confused about what her Dad drew so she asked: “Daddy why would you draw so many of them?”. Wonwoo then asked her: “One Santa makes many people happy right?”. His daughter nod. “Then many Santas make even more people happy”. That wasn’t really a helpful answer but it got her to think about it for a long time.

Woozi:

He was waiting in the line with his daughter to see Santa and she was very excited. Her eyes were glued on that big man sitting on that big red chair but suddenly he stood up and went behind the stage. A new Santa came out that looked smaller than the other one and Woozis daughter noticed. She tapped his leg with her small hand and said: “Dad that is not Santa! Where did Santa go?”. Woozi shook his head and strocked her small back. “No honey that is Santa. You must be seing things my sweety”. Accepting that answer because daddy must be right she got excited again.

Minghao:

Minghao was blasting christmas music and him and his son were dancing to it. The music got interrupted by a phone call that Minghao accepted. He was talking with Jun about some christmas presents and Minghao might have said a bit too loudly: “No I don’t know what I will buy my son as a christmas present. I still didn’t even talk about it with my wife-” and then his son started crying. Telling Jun he had to hang up he threw his phone on the couch and hugged his son. Trying to calm him down he said: “My boy you will get a christmas present from Santa if you are a good boy ok? It’s just that there are many children that Santa wants to get some presents for because they are poor and that makes him very very busy!”. As his boy stopped crying he asked: “Daddy? Other boys and girls don’t have toys? I want them to have my toys then!”. Mingao kissed his sons head and smiled proudly.

Mingyu:

Mingyu and his little daughter were making a mess in the kitchen by baking christmas cookies and there was a cookie cutter that looked like Santa. Mingyu was going to use it twice but his daughter stopped him: “Daddy you can’t do that! There is only one Santa”. Mingyu laughed: “But there are many Santas my dear”. His daughter was a bit angry and asked why there wasn’t just one Santa? Mingyu told her that since the real Santa is very old he needs to educate new Santas to help him. His daughter was very confused but took the cookie cutter from him anyways and put it to the side. Mingyu was laughing and put some flour on her chubby cheek to make her smile again.

Dokyeom:

Dokyeoms son was sitting on his lap and he constantly mentioned how happy he would be to see Santa again. Dokyeom got out a little photobook to look at some christmas photos. There were already two photos where his son was sitting on Santas leg. His son was now old enough to notice some differences so he asked daddy why Santa looked different. Dokyeom smiled and held the book close to his face. “I can’t see a difference. I guess I need glasses don’t you think so?”. His son didn’t even think about it again and laughed with his father. Like father, like son!

Seungkwan:

His daughter was crying for five minutes now because she pulled on Santas beard when they were in the mall to visit him. She cried so much that Seungkwan didn’t even get to explain why there wasn’t sitting Santa himself. After some time he brought her candies and a teddy bear so she would not cry again. Then she finally asked: “Daddy why did I not get to see the real santa? I was a good girl I promise!”. It made Seungkwan really sad to see her like this with a runny nose and red eyes so the best thing he thought about was to tell her that even Santa can get sick. “My pumpkin...When every child wishes for something big, Santas back hurts very much so he has to rest”. His daughter got concerned and told him: “I don’t want Santa to be sick because of me. I won’t be wishing for something big anymore”. Seungkwan almost cried because of how sweet hearted his child is. Besides he was kinda relieved since he wouldn't have to buy her something that is really expensive.

Vernon:

Him and his son went to Santaland twice and it was the same Santa for these two years so when they went to another mall this year his son asked why Santa wasn’t there to write down his wish. Vernon told him that Santa is really busy this year so he got a friend for help. And he might have said that this year the only really cool kids get to see Santa. His son asked: “I want to be cool so I can see Santa!”. Vernon held his sons hand and told him: “Well cool kids have to be listening to their parents and be very well-behaved”. His son already created a checklist for things he'd have to do for being well-behaved in his head.

Dino:

Ok so I feel like when his child would ask why there were so many Santas going down the street when they were watching a parade Dino told them they should ask Mommy. He never thought about a good answer for that question. He didn’t even think it would pop up that soon when his child was only two years old. When you (their mom) told them these people were dressed as Santa because they wanna cherish his work by wearing the same clothes. Dino would ask you later what you told them.

First reaction of mine. Hope you like it.

Nina

[lovelycheollie]

14, 24 & 27: Producer S.O.S. (Woozi)

“When someone loves you, the way they talk about you is different. You feel safe and comfortable.” ― Jess C. Scott, The Intern

Words: 2496

Somebody help me from this 2k+ curse. I need to chill hahahahah

I am back with another Woozi scenario, this time with a cute fluff requested by @milkteafairy-hyeri! Well I need to be honest here, you guys need to feed me fluff and stuff because I want to make better fluffs hahahaha anyway I hope you guys will like this! Enough tears for today and let's fall for the music fairy!

Seventeen's dorm was at a very peaceful moment, wherein the boys sat in the middle of the living room and had their time, playing Uno cards and dunking cookies in their glasses of milk. The deeds for the day were done, and everyone was supposed to be taking a nap or strumming a string or two, leaving Woozi to compose. But Dino had other plans as he carried cards and board games on his hands. Soon, everyone was immersed in their small get-together, completely forgetting that their music fairy was locked in his own musical wonderland.

As Vernon and Seungcheol struggled to fight for their last cards, a knock on the door was heard throughout the room, startling the others who checked some videos online. A cold wind passed every member and no one was willing to get up and check whoever it was. Seungkwan then brushed the dust off of his bottom and strolled casually to the door.

The door creaked open, but their eyes were fixed on their winning cards and cellphones. Vernon had a taunting grin at the leader, who was wearing his triumphant smirk as well. Seungcheol kept a glare on his opponent as his dimples appeared on the side. "Hey Seungkwan, who is it?"

"Woo."

"Woo? Who? Spill it Kwan."

Woo."

"Woono!" Vernon smashed his card on the top of the pile as laughter escaped his lips, and out of the blue, a body fell on the floor with a heavy thump. Seungcheol rose to his seat as quickly as he could, only to see Seungkwan lying there with closed eyes and Woozi who had a sullen look on his face, painfully pale and weak. His lips were chapped, shoulders scrunched over and he resembled a possessed gnome rather than a fairy.

Their eyes were huge, almost to fall as the stressed man walked to where the kitchen was. Heads turned while his fingers took a hold on a banana and a bottle of coffee, forgetting the fact that he was the center of attraction for his co-members. And when Woozi turned his sight to them, he saw gaping mouths here and there.

The bottle popped open and he took a quick sip on it, amused at what he was seeing. "How long are you guys going to stare at me like a prized possession?"

"Hyung are you okay? You look-" Dino thought carefully of the words he was about to say, not wanting to get a hit from his hyung. But the gag trio was merciless and everyone prayed for their souls as they committed their crimes.

"-like you woke up from the dead?" Seungkwan muttered while being fanned by Jun.

Seokmin, who was sitting at the corner, raised his hand with his signature smiling eyes "-like he was mugged by a bunch of gangsters on the street?"

"Like a baby who had his candy taken?" Hoshi said with a tiny wag on his tail, innocently tilting his head. A pair of dog ears seemed to appear on his head. Everyone anticipated for the fairy to break the bottle into bits and send the three to hell, but Woozi just blinked and turned his attention back to his moment, sipping the coffee again and giving off a satisfactory sigh.

"Aren't you going to hit these three?" Wonwoo spoke while adjusting his specs on the tip of his nose.

"Why should I?"

Now they were perplexed. Woozi was not really doing well. Mingyu stood up and walked to confront him without any hesitation, his fingers pointed at the culprits who were already on their knees with shocked expressions. "Hey, you always chase them with your hands when they tease you!"

"Hey Cheol."

"Yeah?" His shoulders were tense as he heard his name coming from Woozi's mouth and they could all see goosebumps on his skin, the color fading from his cheeks. Seungcheol was motionless and frozen, almost resembling a block of ice. Woozi strolled in front the door while carrying his piece of banana and twisted the doorknob, exposing the small cave where he will be spending his time again, away from the world. They were all on the edge as they waited for him to respond.

"I need you to make some lines on a certain part of the song. I'll send you a copy of it on your email," and with that, the door shut with a minimal bang, the boys left with nothing but worry, not for their lives but for their composer. Woozi was in a bad condition, even if he'd say he was okay for the millionth time, the boys knew better.

"Kids, our music fairy is facing a crisis. We must do something," Joshua faced the team as they tried of thinking ways on how they could help. They knew they could do nothing. Unless they had to involve someone who knew how to press his buttons.

"How about... Her?" Jun said, smirks appearing on their cheeks as they remembered that your presence alone could do a lot for him. "For once can you guys stop smiling?"

"I can't believe that Woozi is in a relationship," Minghao sighed beside him.

The team heard a tsk from Jun. "Relationships are for nerds."

"At least nerds fall in love. How about you?" Oohs and ahhs were heard at every corner of the room and they saw how the two bowed at each other with respect.

"Who's going to call her?" A yawn escaped Minghao's mouth as he spoke, tugging their heartstrings for a second. Jeonghan's hand slid inside his pocket and fiddled with the phone. Scrolling up and down, he saw your name in his contacts and pressed call on the screen.

You clasped the USB between your hands, realizing that the whole song was finally complete. The desktop awed at your presence while you leaned back on your chair, sighing with a winning grin imprinted on your face. And as you reviewed the lyrics of the newly-composed song, a blush blossomed on your cheeks, remembering that your boyfriend was your inspiration to compose it from the start. Then the door swung open, the maknae of your team holding your ringing phone and almost throwing it square on your face.

"Someone's trying to reach you for a while now. And please don't forget to bring your phone with you always!" She exclaimed and shut the door with a sturdy bang as you focused on the thought that someone will be receiving a sermon after the call.

You glanced at the screen, only to see Jeonghan's precious selfie. You swiped answer and settled it on your ear. "Yo Jeonghanie?"

"Hey Y/N! I think we have an emergency?"

"Emergency? What do you mean?"

"Woozi looks like he-"

"Rose from the dead-" Seungkwan's booming voice echoed in your ear and you had to distance yourself from the phone. A fist will be meeting a prince-like face later.

"I'm trying to talk here," you heard a sassy tone on Jeonghan's voice and you could almost see him roll his eyes to the child. "Anyway, he looked very sickly and tired, so we thought that maybe you could pay him a visit tonight."

You let your legs hang on the side of your chair as you leaned further back. Your tilted head stared at the ceiling while the USB twirled on your fingers. "Tonight? Isn't he busy? Like shouldn't he be composing for the next album?"

"Well he is, but you know, he's dealing with too much stress and the boys only know that you're his stress reliever."

"You flatter me too much Jeonghanie."

"We really want to help him, but we need you to do so. Will you come for your boyfriend's sake?" Jeonghan held his breath, waiting for your reply with the boys crowding beside him. You giggled a little as your eyes fell on the folder full of finished compositions in your desktop. A smile curved on your face while walking in front of the closet.

"Okay then, I'll be there shortly," you said as you ended the call and grabbed a beloved hoodie and track pants, settling the black mask on your face and dialled for takeouts.

The dorm was still in a state of shock as they waited on their seats, hearing the ticking of the clock on the wall. Sweat trickled on their foreheads and their eyes shifted here and there. Woozi's door had a dark aura and nobody dared to come closer to it. But when they heard a knock on the front door, the boys welcomed you, jumping on their feet as they felt their anxiety fade away. You were finally there with 6 steaming boxes of chicken and bottles of soda in your plastic bags.

"Where is my perfect-except-for-his-height boyfriend?" You spoke while the young ones took the bags from your hands and placed it all on the coffee table. The boys seemed to push you somewhere, not even offering you a seat or coffee.

"He's in his hideout," Joshua said with a grin, pointing his fingers to the door.

"You mean his studio?"

"Well yeah," he stopped on his tracks and knocked on the door three times. You lifted an eyebrow when you saw him take a step back and crashed himself with the others. They looked like scared puppies, tucking their tails under them. "Good luck Y/N. Please make him better!"

"Who's there? Come in," Woozi replied as he heard someone knocking. The right earphone fell to his chest, but he was too busy on merging layers and fixing some tunes, fingers cramping on the process. He didn't even take the moment to see you enter his silent haven.

"I just finished composing a song Mister Lee, would you like to hear it?" His head turned at your direction, fixated on the little smile you had. He felt his heart work on the caffeine earlier and the redness came back on his lips and cheeks. With just your presence, you had cured your beloved boyfriend. "Hello my sweetest Woozi!"

He removed the earphone hanging on his ear and fixed in on his table, saving his piece before anything happens to the computer. "Hey Y/N! What brings your here? Weren't you supposed to be in your own studio?"

"You don't want me here?"

"What? No no, it's not that. I'm just really happy to see you. You're like a cure or something," he immediately turned his back to you and blushed in front of the desktop. "Anyway, I thought you were going to finish the tracks for your groups's album."

"Well I already did, plus I wanted to relax with you for a second," you walked to him and startled his brain when you gave him a kiss on the cheek. You sat on the small seat beside him and observed his static expression. "And you, my dearest Woozi, need to relax for the night."

"Okay first, what a sly attack Y/N. You got me. Second, for the night? I could finish the last two songs tonight."

"Just for a night. Don't get so worked up sweetie. The boys are worried for you outside."

"I really can't, I just want to finish this. You can wait for me with them."

He clicked his tongue, making you proceed with plan b. You pouted your lips and tucked your arms to your chest, not letting your eyes meet him. "He doesn't have any time for me. Oh what should I do? Oh my oh my."

"What are you doing? Are you using aegyo on me?"

"He wants me to wait. Oh you know how impatient I am, right mister?" You pointed your fingers to your cheeks, and with that, he sighed with defeat. You knew his only weakness was your aegyo, heck you could even make him kneel with your high-pitched voice and glittering eyes. And now you've won again.

You took your USB from your pocket and inserted it in the CPU, clicking the folder open and pressing play on the song you just finished. The slow music flowed inside the room, along with your co-members' voices, the melody you had made sounded heartfelt and full of emotions.

Woozi closed his eyes, letting himself drown in the song that his girlfriend had made. The two of you were producers of your own groups, and you both knew the joys and pains of producing music. You saw passion that you had in his eyes, and you fell for him and he did so too. You two made a piece only the two of you can sing. A duet meant for the you and Woozi.

He opened his eyes when he heard your soothing voice sing the lyrics, and he couldn't stop the smile forming on his lips. You turned to him, locking your eyes and trying to convey that everything about the music was for him. The beat up to the notes, they were all for Woozi.

The song ended with Woozi pinching your cheeks. A tint of red appeared on your face again, his touch making you feel tingly inside. "You made another masterpiece Y/N, I'm proud of you."

"You were in my mind when I made that. It sounds cheesy, but I'm honest. You were all that I could ever think of at that moment."

"Hey Y/N I'm the guy here stop being the man," you laughed at him while he locked you in his arms. The scent of your hair intoxicated him, dizzying him into a romantic frenzy.

"Can't you tell I'm trying to impress you?"

"Stop impressing me then and let me love you."

"Do you want to eat chicken or not?" the doorknob clicked and Jun's head poked through the small space. He wore a straight look as he saw the two of you being lovey-dovey with each other. "Hey Coups-hyung Woozi and Y/N are doing something here."

Both of you flinched when you heard Seungcheol's roaring voice just outside the door. "Tell them to stop! They're too young! I'm too young to have grandkids!"

"We're not giving you grandkids anyway!" You responded jokingly while standing from your seat. Woozi shut the PC off and followed you, connecting his fingers with you as he went outside the studio for the fifth time today. But it was different now, the light was somehow warm and inviting like the smiles of the others.

"So how was is doctor?" Vernon asked as he gnawed on a chicken wing. You turned to your boyfriend's face, then to him again.

"Bring back Woozi to life is a success!" They cheered with cups on their hands, and Woozi had a confused look on his face. But the night was well, everyone indulged themselves in the meat and chitchat, and Woozi was glad that you were there. But maybe for tonight, just beyond the fizz of the soda and the laughter in the room, he might see you, and realize that he might write a song for you too as well.

[ask-svt-hearteu]

college! Minghao

requested by anon: “could you write a college au of minghao please? if you do, tsym (and please include a reader in it, i’m sorry if it’s too much to ask for)”

Admin note: I wrote and rewrote this and researched and rewrote and deleted and wrote this again so many times, it's not funny (ok maybe a little). I'm sorry if this wasn't any good, I legit had such a tough time with this one, well anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Minghao is a Performance Music Major

particularly with a dance focus

when he's not sitting around in some rehearsal room in the music building practicing his vocals or reviewing for the next postmodernism in dance exam

he can usually be found with the other music majors

usually sitting in the outside picnic area of campus

or running through some of the choreos created for the next final project out on the lawn with Soonyoung, Jun, and Chan

with Joshua (vocal performance major) playing guitar

or with Jihoon telling Mingyu to stop blaring rap long enough for him to finish composing

which causes Mingyu and Vernon (contemporary production majors) to both defend Drake as a musical artist

and that Jihoon should stop composing his boring classically arranged piece

which Jihoon says he can't because he's a freaking music theory and composition major and it's due soon

while the rest are debating the musical merits of the latest pop sensation and whether or not the hook is repeated over and over

"'Despacito' has the same chord progressions throughout" "Ok no, there's a modulation in the bridge..." "DEEESSPAAACITOO"

and Minghao's music major friends may seem a bit like a mess

but they're all really close friends

they host recitals every winter and spring

the whole music and drama department

and Minghao is always one of the front performers especially from the dance program

though someone should give him more vocal lines in the shows, why can't the professors realize his vocals are amazing and that he never gets enough lines smfh

Minghao's best classes outside of his major are those relating to liberal arts

especially lit and psychology

the only two courses you shared with him since they were mandatory for graduation

you both have talked before, but mostly just the universal complaining and groaning over homework assignments that characterize every college student ever

since your major was in media studies, his in performance arts

it was understandable that you didn't really get a chance to get to know Minghao, since students with the same majors normally spend a lot of time with people from their own departments

but that's how you always saw Minghao

since the media studies classes were in the humanities and social science building

which is a little past the music building

his group of music majors is always sitting on the lawn in between

and you've noticed little things Minghao does

like how he always opens the doors for the instrumentalists carrying in cases in the morning

or the way he acts like he's done with his friends 100% but then ends up buying them breakfast and making sure they eat

and while it seems as though Minghao is always rehearsing for one thing or another

you sometimes see him skating down the campus on his skateboard or reading in the library

stuff not even assigned to him by your lit professor

joined by Jun, Wonwoo, and Joshua, or other random music majors

they sort of claimed the back corner of the library

one day your lit professor decides it's been too quiet and boring

time to assign a huge project that could potentially make or break your grade

because college professors like torturing students as hobbies

and better yet, it's a partner research essay and visual presentation

which works for you because whoever your partner is, you can just borrow some equipment from the media productions classroom to get the visual presentation part done

and as the teacher starts reading off names

all you can think about is how you hope you don't get stuck with someone who won't do their work

the professor calls out Utopia by Thomas More

the one book on the list you really wanted

and then "Minghao, y/n."

jumping up and silently thanking the heavens for giving you such an easy book to work with

so many freaking things you could talk about, you're so excited

you almost forgot that you had a partner as you go up to collect the book and the directions

Minghao walks up to you quietly

"So when do you want to meet to work on the essay and visual presentation?"

"Oh uh, we can do tomorrow at the student café if you want." you tell him

"Alright."

the two of you meet the next day and split the work evenly in half before

"I have a postmodernism in dance exam tomorrow so I'll take-off first."

"That's fine, we have a whole month, we can chill." you said smiling

Minghao returned the smile and turned around to leave when

"Here, call me if you need help with your half, I'll finish my half of the essay by the end of the week, so we can begin the visual presentation."

he hands you his number and you just nod and assure him he can just leave

with Minghao off to study, you decide to go work on your half in the library

the library is usually open quite late anyway

you start researching the ways More wrote his socio-political satire

but with the amount of sleep you've been getting, you fall asleep on top of your laptop

and sure, the library isn’t for napping

but screw it, you’re running on 3 hours of sleep in the last two days, what else can you do?

Minghao walks into the library a little while later, looking for a global dance history book when he sees you sleeping on your laptop

hair cascading over the table as you breathe slowly in and out

he smiles unconsciously

he had noticed this before

but you’re really pretty

while the closest interactions you've both had together were the random jokes Wonwoo would tell you and Minghao in psych

he knew you were a really nice person, since you and the video production team would always film the shows and performances he did with the rest of his department

he had even seen some of your short student films, the ones that he could only describe as art from someone who must really love what they do

and seeing you calmly napping was cute

so he goes to the nearest vending machine impulsively and buys a can of coffee before he puts it behind your laptop that you’re using as a pillow

“What are you doing Minghao?” Jun says giving Minghao a sly smile while coming up behind him

“Nothing.” he laughs

“Doesn’t look like nothing.” Jun smirks

“We have a project for lit, she's my partner.” he said shrugging his shoulders while looking down at you

“Does she always sleep here?”

“Not sure.”

Jun nods his head slowly, an understanding look on his face 

“Yea you like her, imma call it now.”

“Yah!” Minghao says punching Jun’s arm

“Hey I called it so remember this moment in the future and thank me later.”

Minghao shakes his head

“Well, Wonwoo and I are ready to go, let’s get something to drink.”

when you wake up and shut your laptop you see the can of coffee sitting in front of your closed laptop, with a post-it note

"Keep up the hard work partner! Fighting! -Minghao" you read

you laugh and take the can with you

over the next few weeks, you and Minghao work together on the lit project

and when it's done and you both get an A-

you both celebrate with ice cream from the student café

he’s cute

and funny too

he makes you laugh quite a bit by trying poorly to imitate the lit professor

the two of you kept texting about random hw assignments even after the project was over about anything like movies you wanted to see or concerts that were nearby

you got to know more about his dream to be a performer

he was so passionate about it

they way he talked about performing was the same way you felt about filming in media studies

each a form of art, but each a way to express it in your own style

by the time the winter showcase comes along, your professor assigns you to camera 3 on stage for the show

and you text Minghao

"Hey, break a leg at the concert :)"

"Breaking appendages would actually be a bad thing XD" he texts you back

"You know what I meant!"

"Yea haha, are you coming to watch?" your heart skips a beat a little reading his message

you watch as your phone shows that "Minghao is typing" message a few times before it stops

"I mean you don't have to if you don't want to"

"I'm filming so of course I'll be there ;)" you text back

"Oh ok lol"

you laughed at his short response

when you go to the performance hall the night before opening night to set up the audio systems with some of the other video production crew

you see Minghao and one of his friends running through a choreography

you stare at him amazed, the choreo included them dancing with a white ribbon connecting the two of them, which should have gotten tangled countless times but didn't

you didn't really want to intrude on the rehearsal, so you leave him a can of coffee with a post-it note on it by the stage

“I believe I owe you a coffee, don't forget to rest, I believe in you, fighting!-y/n :)”

Minghao is internally screaming at how cute you are when he reads it

“JUST ASK HER OUT ALREADY AND STOP BOTHERING ME.”

Jun's trying to work on the choreo and practically yells at Minghao who’s told the guys the story for like the fifth time

"Ok but isn't she so cute? 'don't forget to rest, I believe in you'"

"Minghao, I called this remember?" Jun say laughing

Minghao smacks him on the arm again

so Minghao decides to finally gather up the courage

with you sitting in the desk next to him in lit

your knees inches away from each other

“Hey y/n wanna grab a dinner after the show or something?”

“Depends.” you say heart beat steadily increasing

“On what?” Minghao says trying to keep his cool

“On whether it’s a date or not.” you want to scream at yourself, where did this courage come from?!?!

“And if it is?” he smiles

“I’d be happy to.”

and when you're filming the show that night, Minghao catches your eyes while waiting in the wings on stage left

and shoots you a wink

which nearly causes you to drop your camera

and you see him getting smacked by Jun

after the show, he brings you backstage

"Got the gardening club to get me these" he says handing you a small bunch of white carnations

"Aw they're beautiful."

"I ended up doing a lot of research on the significance of flowers thanks to a lit project, white carnations mean sweet and lovely." he smiles shyly

"They also mean pure love." you say smiling

"Yea, well... they're just flowers to celebrate a show well-done." he coughs blushing

"Let's go for dinner, shall we?"

when all the other music majors found out

it was chaos

"HONESTLY Y/N DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY MUSIC MAJORS HAVE ATTACKED ME TODAY WITH QUESTIONS?" your friend from the media production course asked you

"It's like some celebrity is dating you or something from this response!" she says shaking her head

and whenever you walk to the humanities building

Minghao bounds up and takes your hand

in front of both the departments

so you have the music majors screaming at Minghao

and the media studies majors cheering you on

it's a mess

but Minghao just shrugs it off and wraps an arm around you

"Want to grab a coffee before lit?"

"Sure" you laugh

and he holds your hand as you both make your way to the student café

and the both of you lay on the lawn after sipping your lattes

hands intertwined staring up at the clouds in the sky

"Look, they look like white carnations." you smile and point up at a cluster of clouds

just enjoying the light breeze of a spring day

when he pulls you closer until you're laying on his arm

and kisses your forehead

"Sweet and lovely just like you."

MASTERLIST

[seventeen-central]

Catch Me If I Fall - Dino Angst/Fluff (Gang!AU)

Request: Okay so I got this idea but I'm not very good at writing! Can you do like a gang AU? With maybe either Jun or Dino? (Whoever you would think would be more protective) And just have a rival gang someone try to take the reader or hurt her and they will just be hella protective and make it angsty? (Its okay if you don't do this kind of thing)

Word Count: 2898

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Member/ Group: Lee Chan (Dino) of SEVENTEEN

Warnings: Mentions of rape, violence, and death

A/N: Part 2? Tell me if you guys want it. EDIT: You guys asked, I answered. Part two is on my masterlist for all of you that sent me messages requesting it!

��Curls of smoke rose into the air and disappeared into the atmosphere. Fourteen chairs were lined against the wall and wrappers littered the entirety of the room. Each chair was occupied by a warm body, except for two. A man with a fierce expression let out a breathy sigh before tossing his cigarette onto the dirty, cracked floor. 

 “Where is he? He said he would be here an hour ago, that fucking liar...”

 “Coups! Calm your tits, bro. He’s bringing the lady today, so he probably got caught in traffic from wherever she lives. Just lay off his case a bit.”

 When anybody decided to join the ruthless gang that simply went by ‘SEVENTEEN’, their name became a secret. They would choose a nickname to go by in case the cops ever caught up with them, though a few brave souls just went by their real ones. Each member never pried for the other’s real names, because the unspoken rule was always that ‘if what we’re doing is a secret, our identities should be too.’

 Outside the only entrance to the room, the boys heard multiple pair of footsteps echoing. They all got ready to run incase it was a police officer, but their worries were resolved when they heard the familiar pattern of knocks on the door. Woozi, the most aggressive member among them, stepped forward and picked up his phone to check the camera they had planted outside the door. Just as he thought, it was the hooded figure they had come to know as ‘Dino’ and a female.

 Woozi hurriedly opened the door and pulled the couple inside and went to go sit back down.

 “Hyung, I brought food.” Dino pulled a bag from behind his back and laid each steaming box of food on the table in the center of the room. As the other twelve boys ravenously began to devour each morsel of food, Dino laid back in his chair with you sat in his lap. He was stroking your hair as you both looked at each other.

 “You guys gonna eat? Because I’m telling you now, the foods gonna be gone in the next 5 minutes.” Dino shook his head and motioned for you to stand up so you could formally introduce yourself. 

 “You guys can call me (Nickname). I hope to be helpful to all of you, and I hope you accept me and Dino’s relationship.” Your fidgeting hand was brought to a stop by the solid build of Dino’s, and he wrapped his arm around your waist. He nuzzled his chin into your shoulder and a few of the boys let out exaggerated groans.

 “Well, (Nickname), my name is Jeonghan. S. Coups is the leader around here, so if you have any questions. I am not even going to bother introducing the rest of my annoying kids the boys, you’ll get to know them eventually.” He flicked a stray hair over his shoulder and walked away to go sleep on the couch in the corner of the room. 

 The rest of the boys introduced themselves one by one, then left you and your boyfriend to your own devices. Dino sat you on a chair and began to play with your hair as you both whispered sweet nothings to each other.

 Dino, or Chan as you knew him, was anything but a tough boy. His image may have began to finally show signs of his allegiance to the night-life and criminal underground, but you still thought of him as the awkward pre-pubescent teenage boy that had saved you from falling down a staircase on your high school campus. 

 “Jagi, what do you think of the boys? I’ve been so nervous about you all meeting.”

 “Channie, don’t worry. I’m pretty sure they don’t dislike me and won’t lay a finger on me unless I hurt their precious maknae.” He laughed and pecked your cheek before a loud ‘ding!’ broke through the air. You pulled away from him and pressed the home button on your phone, and realized you had a text from your brother asking where on Earth you had disappeared to. You shot him a quick reply and said you were apartment hunting (which you and Dino had been doing before you had gotten launched into his now lavish lifestyle) and told him not to expect you home for tonight. 

 “Is (B/N) upset that we were planning on moving in together? I mean, now it’s a bit late considering that S. Coups will most likely want us to move into the HQ so we aren’t in much danger...” Rolling your eyes, you pecked him on the lips before shaking your head.

 “He actually really likes you, and he told me a few days ago that he wouldn’t mind you as a brother in law in a few years.”

 For the past 6 months, you had been living at the headquarters with the rest of SEVENTEEN. They had all basically accepted you as ‘one of the guys’, and continually loved to poke fun at you and Dino when they saw you together. More specifically, they liked to highlight anything they believed was so mature that you ‘young kids’ had been up to. (Keep in mind, Dino had just turned 23 and you were 21.) Sometimes, it would lead to small fights between all the boys, but everybody would forgive and forget by the next day.

 The elder 12 boys had left to infiltrate another groups dealings with a certain ring of illegal jewelry dealers, and they had left you and Dino completely and utterly alone.

 “Jagiya~ Can we cuddle?~” Chan tried his best to do some sort of aegyo, and was not shocked in the least when the cushion you had been laying on suddenly whipped him across the face.

 “As long as you never do whatever that was again, sure.” You patted the empty spot on your small twin sized bed and he practically dived into the sea of billowy sheets. No words were needed, and you both quickly fell asleep in the warm embrace of each others arms.

 For a few hours, the sleep that hung n the air went completely undisturbed. That was, until Vernon decided that they all should go back and try to be as loud walking in as possible.

 “Aish! You bastards are the only thing standing between me and my precious beauty sleep!” Your groans broke through the air as you untangled your legs from your still asleep boyfriend’s. 

 “Don’t worry, (Nickname). You need a lot more than beauty sleep to look like a normal human being.” That remark brought everybody to a pause, and Seungkwan realized his mistake in saying so when he felt the burn of a throw pillow being struck against his face.

 “I’m going to go to the convenience store. Anybody want anything?” You slipped on your shoes nonchalantly. 

 “Banana milk please!” The look of complete disgust that crossed your face made everybody in the room laugh, as you hated banana milk as much as Seungkwan hated bad selfie lighting. Nonetheless, you nodded and stepped out the door, footsteps ringing through the whole corridor.

 On your way back from the convenience store, you couldn’t help but notice how eerily quiet it was. The alleyway that you needed to walk through to reach the entrance to the HQ was so silent that the only sounds were your footsteps and the dripping of water off the rusty pipes. 

 “M’am? Please, help me with something.” A deep voice shook the Earth from behind you, and scared you to the point of you dropping your freshly bought goodies on the ground. When you mustered up the courage to turn around, a man with a intimidating expression stood before you. 

 “Uh, what do you need, exactly?”

 “For you to shut up and let it happen. Thanks for the help, sweetheart.” You shuffled backwards just to feel yourself collide into a solid frame behind you. Before you even had a chance to scream, they slipped a small cloth over your mouth that smelled distinctly of a certain chemical. As you drifted off, the man grabbed your arm and began to launch you forwards to what could only be their large, black van.

 “Wasn’t (Nickname) supposed to be back a while ago?” S. Coup’s finally got off his chair and began to look on the security cameras at Dino’s question.

 “Well, how long does it usually take to go grab some stuff and come back?” He snapped, carefully scrolling through each camera. “How about you and Vernon go to look for her? Something doesn’t feel right, and I need to go hack into the security cameras at the Seven-Eleven she went to.” Vernon nodded and pulled Dino to his feet before speed-walking forward.

 They were welcomed to a completely empty alleyway, which they carefully stepped through. The occasional trashcan would clatter and cause them to jump, but nothing made them more scared than what they discovered just around the corner.

 “Hey, isn’t that the stuff that (Nickname) was supposed to be bringing home to us?” The now trampled plastic bag was ripped wide open, and a puddle of milk had spread across the majority of the pavement.

 “Looks like it... Don’t worry too much Dino, she may have just gotten scared by something and run off.” Vernon patted him on the back as they stepped over the puddle. A sudden ringing erupted from Vernon’s phone, and the boys both grabbed their chests with shock before chuckling and picking up the phone.

 “Come back. Now. We know where she is.” S. Coups speech was extremely short, and he simply hung up the phone and left the two boys extremely confused.

 “So, we know for sure that the Bangtan Boys have her?” Dino wrung his hands nervously as they waited for any attempt of contact from the well known gang.

 “For sure. If you look here, you can see that the leader, Rap Monster , was following her all the way out of the store. And if you look here, you can see Jin driving their van into our territory earlier today.” All the boys nodded. Suddenly, a video call message popped onto the screen with the distinct contact name of ‘BTS. Before anybody could stop him, Dino thrust himself forward past the group of boys and clicked on the green button.

 After the webcam loaded, all that was visible to the boys was a dark room with a chair in the center. Garbage and grime covered the floor, and everything was completely silent.

 “Where is she?...” Jeonghan muttered, looking over to check on Dino.

 “Hello, SEVENTEEN. How nice to speak to you boys again? Wasn’t the last time when we found you on our turf, stealing our profits?”

 “Shut up, Suga. Where’s the girl?” The male, now identified as ‘Suga’, chuckled and switched on the lights.

 “She’s right here. Don’t worry Rap Monster will be here in a second to clear everything up for you.” The door on the right side of the camera slammed, and only confirmed what they had been told.

 “Ah, how nice to see everybody together once again! I know what you’re talking to us for, and I’m sorry to say the girl is ours for now. Consider it payment for the trouble you caused us.”

 “HOW IS THIS PAYMENT? You are sick, fucking sick.” Rap Monster simply laughed at the worried Dino’s words before stepping towards the chair. Instead of sitting like they thought he would, he snapped his fingers and swiped his hand over the seat to wipe off the accumulated dust and dirt. Two boys, one with narrowed eyes and another that seemed to be a bit too happy in the situation, stepped into the room with your limp body hanging from their arms. They placed you in the chair before making their way over the wall where they would end up standing on for the next 5 minutes.

 “it was so nice of you all to send this lady to us! I bet she's gonna love it here, and all the boys love her. She’s got a nice ass, too.” At that comment, it took both The8 and Jun to hold Dino back. “Aw, how cute! Lover-boy is upset that we have his pretty little girlfriend! Don’t worry, I won’t let the boys be too rough with her, unless she’s into that.”

 S. Coups had a look in his eyes that was vengeful. All the boys were a bit scared, as both the eldest and the maknae had never looked this scary before.

 “What do we need to do to get her back?” Dino clenched his teeth and Rap Monster seemed to think for a second.

 “$100,000 in cash. That should be about the price of the cargo you all ruined. Anyway, I must go so I can get a bit more familiar with our new Lady here. Get the cash by tonight, and I’ll consider giving her back untouched.” The call blanked out, and S. Coups swiveled his chair to look at the rest of the boys.

 “Jeonghan, take Mingyu and Wonwoo to get the money. Dino, you and me are gonna pack some guns in the van incase the deal goes south. The rest of you, get as much info on BTS as possible. We leave in 3 hours.”

 The boys all piled into the back of the van, some holding guns, others cradling laptops with all the information pulled up. Dino was in the passengers seat when his phone went off. He looked up at the other boys, who all nodded and told him to open it and put it on speaker. 

 As the video played, the screen was just a camera facing a closed door. From within the door, audible gasps and male groans could be heard before a woman started screaming and movement could be heard. Fire erupted in Dino’s eyes, and the other members all became deathly serious. “I’m not gonna let that bastard live, so lets hope he rots in hell for what he’s done.”

 You groaned as the boy you had come to know as V groped at your body. 

 “The boss said I get first chance with you, so how do you like it?” He struggled to hold down your arms as he clicked the chains onto your arms that officially marked you as a captive.

 “I would like to do nothing, if thats good with you...” You spat at him, venom seeping through each word.

 “That’s not how it works, Princess. If you aren’t gonna tell me, I’ll just do it how I like; raw and rough.”

 For the next hour, your deafening screams echoed through the halls.  By the time that V was done, you had put up the mental block that would get you through this experience. You felt trapped, but that didn’t matter anymore. Even as the cell door slammed shut and left you with no company, you couldn't help but curl up into a ball and just sit there blankly, hoping that a savior would arrive soon.

 Dino stepped towards the entrance of BTS’s hideout. He cracked his fingers and lifted the briefcase that held the key to your freedom, and the boys joined him near the door one by one. A single know was all that was needed for the door to be opened, and the boys piled into the room one by one.

 “Where’s my money?” Dino lifted the briefcase and shot a spiteful look towards Rap Monster.

 “You get your money when I get my girlfriend back. Bring her here before you end up with a bullet in your skull.” Rap Monster lifted his hands in a defensive way before snapping his fingers, and the two young boys from earlier dragged you in. Blood was encrusted on your arms and thighs, and you had nothing but a pair of boxers and a tank top on. The one thing that chilled all the boys to the bone was the dead look in your eyes as you were dragged forward.

 Dino threw the case forward, and Jin stepped past his husband hyung to inspect the items inside. 

 “It’s all here.” The boys nodded and pushed you forward, and Dino ran forward to hold you in his embrace. You gave no effort to hug him back but limply hung in his arms.

 “Now leave, before I change my mind.” The entirety of SEVENTEEN walked out of the building with you in tow. Nobody said anything until they arrived back in the van. 

 When you sat on the cool, leather seats of the car the tears finally came.

 “Dino, he... he did things to me! I’ve never wanted to die so bad before...” Dino patted your back and let you cry into his shirt.

 “It’ll be okay, (Nickname). They’ll figure out why they shouldn’t have done that soon enough, believe me.” The van disappeared into the maze of roads and alleys, just like the potential of peace between the rival gangs.

[whorewolf]

music

fav genre; uh. pop? i guess it's pop. i am pretty bad about knowing genres, and like, sometimes i'll dip my toe into emo, but anything remotely hardcore i tend not to be able to listen to for very long. fav artist; HONESTLY. like. i will go to bat for carly rae jepson and hozier. those are like, the two that are the only 2 moods i experience. oh fuck, and left at london (she just put out a new album, highly rec all her shit) fav band; ummm well it was patd for a little bit. *pulls up spotify* uhhh. mcr. THE CLICK FIVE. i can't explain to you why, you either get it or you don't. fav song; god i don't know if i have one, uhhh. as the world caves in by matt maltese makes me cry every time i listen to it? so there's that. love will find a way from the lion king 2? me from the beauty and the beast broadway show, and brutus by the buttress most listened song recently; probably either stalker's tango by audioheart, 70s porno music by cute whore, or an unhealthy obsession by the blake robinson synthetic orchestra song currently stuck in your head; my head is a cyclical mess of every song i've ever heard. literally every time i hear anything that could be remotely close to a lyric, that song is playing in my head for hours, or god forbid a tiktok has a song in it. fav lyrics

And hey, you, don't you think it's kinda cute That I (I) died (died) right inside your arms tonight That I'm fine even after I have died Because it was in your arms I died

My name is Brutus and my name means heavy So with a heavy heart I'll guide this dagger Into the heart of my enemy My whole life you were a teacher and friend to me Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy I too have a destiny This death will be art The people will speak of this day from near and afar This event will be history And I'll be great too I don't want what you have! I wanna be you!

radio or your own playlist | solo artists or bands | pop or indie | loud or silent volume | slow or fast songs | music video or lyrics video | speakers or headset | riding a bus in silence or while listening to music | driving in silence or with radio on.

books

fav book genre; romance!!! tropey, tired romance. especially time-displaced partners and fake dating, and a desperate longing to like fantasy as much as i used to. fav writer; i don't have super set writers i return to, but i had a long love of christopher pike (at least, his non-scifi stuff for me) and r.l. stine. fav book; you know it's the great gatsby. we all know. we wish it was something else, but we know. also ouran high school host club by bisco hatori. good shit. or is that a book series? i'll put another in series. fav book series; THE FIREKEEPER SAGA BY JANE LINDSKOLD. i was OBSESSED with this series when i was younger! a princess raised by super-intelligent wolves??? INCREDIBLE. WISH THAT WAS ME. also beastars AND beast complex by paru itagaki. and the wize wize beasts of the wizarding wizdoms by nagabe. people shouldn't skip this one in favor of beastars necessarily! comfort book; you know it. you love it. it's the great gatsby again, baybee. or, in my younger and more vulnerable years, the greek's chosen wife by lynne graham. e.e;; look, it was the one harlequin novel i'd found at the time w/ a fat protag. especially one who wasn't shamed for it. FUCK IT. MANGA TOO. beauty pop by kiyoko arai. god it's so charming. the closest i come to dealing with that tsundere boy shit. perfect book to read on a rainy day; damn, any good gay romance novel. can't go wrong. i wish i had a better rec for you. fav characters; haruhi fujioka (ohshc), firekeeper/tamara (firekeeper saga), nick carraway (the great gatsby), i have such a frustratingly bad memory lmao 5 quotes from your fav book that you know by heart;

i'mma be real, i dont know full quotes by heart, but i know parts of quotes so you'll get the full versions. also not 5

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

He smiled understandingly — much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced — or seemed to face — the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.

Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!

tv + movies

fav tv/movie genre; r o m a n c e. mostly movies, since show romances tend to be utterly drawn out and largely forced. for shows, probably procedural crime shows, since no one knows how to make a mindless crime show quite like the us fav movie; god dammit it's the great gatsby again, the 1974 version. but also the 1946 version of beauty and the beast. and cry-baby directed by john waters. and sleepaway camp (1-3), and behind the mask: the rise of leslie vernon, and pontypool. comfort movie; i kinda have a rotation? for a while it was johnny dangerously, and george of the jungle, and the road to eldorado (the animated dreamworks one), and even the quiet man. the lion king 2 movie you watch every year; i try to watch a couple holiday movies (particularly valentine's, halloween, and christmas) every year, but i been slackin'. i think i watch creepshow pretty regularly, though, along with sleepaway camp 1. fav tv show; columbo. the owl house. the 1990s beauty and the beast show as a concept. comfort tv show; columbo. the owl house. leverage. lie to me*. most rewatched tv show; COLUMBO. ultimate otp? god i dont know anymore. mormor? harringrove? 5 fav characters; lieutenant columbo, eda the owl lady, nuka (tlk2), jason voorhees, cry-baby walker

tv shows or movies |short seasons (8-13 episodes) or full seasons (22 episodes or more) (either!) | one episode a week or binging |one season or multiple seasons | one part or saga | half hour or one hour long episodes| subtitles on or off | rewatching or watching just once | downloads or watches online

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