#makes me have more of a reason to want 2 take dokyeoms fingers

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did my reblog not go thru. but oh my god. you.. sky..

wow my first time here for hard hours…

headempty just brothersbff!dokyeom coming over to u (and ur brothers) house for da first time to tutor ur brother cuz he’s a lil braindrad,, still unknowning of the houses’ layout,, dokyeom walks into you fingering urself and observes how ur fingers r way too short to do anything rly pleasurable n helps u like the good friend he is :(( I WANNA WRITE AB THIS SO BAD BUT WRITERS BLOCK IS SO CRAY!!!

lee..... you're kidding me.... please come here for hard hours whenever because this made my brain turn in ways that I cannot explain..... ok so I thought this would be a drabble, but I spiraled below and I HOPE YOU ENJOY (also i've been struggling with writer's block so this totally helped get my creative thoughts running again thx u)

Prompt/Pairing: Brother's Best Friend!Seokmin x fem!reader

Genre: SMUT just pure filth (minors DNI)

w/c: ~2.5k (not a DRABBLE oops)

content warnings and prompt under the cut

c/w: no pronouns, but fem bodied reader; masturbation; use of a vibrator; walking in on reader, but consent is KEY when continuing; DK has long fingers AKA pro at fingering in this

Lee Seokmin, kindly referred to as DK, a nickname coined by your idiotic brother years ago when he had first met the overly kind boy back in grade school. DK was an all-rounder, which was known very well throughout your years trailing your brother and him in school. Of course, DK was popular for his looks, overall bright attitude, humorous side, and intelligence.

The boy was an enigma throughout his entire high school career, so you had no choice but to crush on your brother’s best friend. You couldn’t help it when he’d flash you his signature smile every time he’d pick you and your brother up for school, or when he'd gift you the occasional snack on exam mornings – which, of course, would go untouched in your backpack since you cherished the sacred gift so much.

However, you were able to see him at his worst over the years, especially the clumsier and louder sides of him when he’d spend the night over at your house almost every weekend. His boisterous voice would permeate through closed doors - even when he was a few rooms away - while your brother and he would play video games until the crack of dawn. Another oddity included that time he had mistaken your toothbrush as his own for weeks on end, only admitting his fault weeks later when he had run into you in the hallway late one night, almost as if he was fearful that you’d confront him even though you had no clue.

Eventually, you grew annoyed with the boy as you got older, your high school crush no longer blinding you to the fact that he was just another one of your brother’s loud, teasing friends, even if he was damn cute. Regardless, Dokyeom still took care of you like you were his own friend, as you were close in age to your brother, and he always considered you as part of the group. He was always sure to include you in plans even if your brother didn’t, making sure you had a comfortable high school experience, and continuing to gift you snacks on exam days – even if you didn’t blush profusely like you used to.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, you had followed in your brother’s footsteps and decided to attend the same college as him, which ironically enough, DK had chosen the same college as well. The duo was still thriving more than ever even when they had found other friends in their separate majors. DK was also still roped into tutoring your brother in his classes, even though he had passed them semesters ago himself.

You had just moved in with your brother after your first year, and you two had decided to save some money and just commit to sharing an apartment a mile off campus. It was easy living with him, especially because you two had similar friend groups and could comfortably coexist. You also enjoyed the privacy it gave you, as your brother spent most of his time at his frat house even though he had his own place, typically crashing on one of his brothers’ futons every weekend.

You took advantage of this, blasting music when you’d get ready for your own nights out, or spending nights like tonight shamelessly binging a show or whatever book you were reading, eventually getting bored and pleasuring yourself in the serenity of your quiet apartment.

It was still early in the night, but, good God, you had been strung out all week. Midterms were finally coming to an end, and all you could think about was a little R&R, possibly channeling that energy through a quick orgasm.

However, it was anything but quick tonight. You had been squirming around for maybe half an hour now, a slight sheen to your flushed skin, and a vibrator pressed firmly against your clit after you decided your fingers wouldn’t suffice.

Your sheets were surely a mess at this point from how tightly you were gripping them from desperately chasing the high that your body wouldn’t grant you. Just when you thought you were close, a pathetic half-moan would leave your lips every time the building pleasure would ebb away.

You were frustrated, but you were determined. Pulling out all the tricks now, your spare hand and fingers played with your perked nipples, unable to restrain your body from arching into the bed to further press your throbbing clit against the devilish, vibrating toy.

The only thing that broke you out of your wanton fervor was a single knock at your bedroom door – which the knock was appreciated, giving you just enough time to scramble to cover yourself with a throw blanket, but whoever the intruder was waited for just a pause before throwing your door open – coming eye to eye with none other than the boisterous DK.

“Ready to study and then whoop some ass on -" DK stopped mid-sentence, jaw slack as his backpack fell to his side upon realizing this was not your brother's room. To be fair, DK had only been here once or twice since you and your brother moved apartments recently; your previous one had a roof-leak, and this place was temporary until the latter would be renovated by the end of the semester.

Surely, you both looked like deer in headlights staring at each other. DK surveyed you for a second, saucer-like eyes tracing you from head to toe, drinking in the way your chest rose and fell underneath the tiny, fluffy throw blanket that gave you some sense of decency. You could almost see the lightbulb go off in DK’s head when he realized what he had walked into, the not-so-quiet whirring of the vibrator in the background only confirming his suspicions.

“Oh my god,” he starts, internally cursing himself when his jeans begin to tighten ever so slightly around his crotch. It’s almost as if he forgot how to walk or speak, but he can’t deny that this is a fantasy he’s had one too many times. “Were you-?”

“Don’t,” you cut him off, already immensely embarrassed that he walked in on you so hot-and-bothered. It was almost comical how the vibrating sound came to a halt, awkwardly searching for the button on the toy beneath the sheet and finally successfully turning the device off. “We can just act like this never happened, my brother isn’t here since I’m assuming that’s who you were looking for, and we can just go about our night without discussing further.”

Woefully, you could almost get off to the sight of just him, maybe you’d tuck the memory of him into your arsenal to finally finish yourself off later tonight. You weren’t sure if it was the arousal that was clouding your mind from touching yourself for so long, but you swore you’d never seen his kind eyes look so dark and carnal. And fuck, he looked good as per usual, boyishly handsome in denim jeans, and a white tee hugging his biceps perfectly.

You felt even more flustered when he just continued to stare at you, not making any effort to lift the backpack at his feet, nor to exit your room when you look at him expectantly. With a groan, you run a hand over your beet-red face, about to question if he is going to leave until he speaks before you do.

“Are you just going to return to what you were doing?” His voice is strained, deeper in tone than his typically chirpy sound.

You stare back at him dumbly, readjusting the blanket around your body so you can sit comfortably on the side of your bed. “M-Maybe, why does it matter to you? Like I said, we can just forget about this.”

He does the opposite of what you’d expect, rather than leaving your room he takes a step towards you. The heat burns in your belly even more, your body reacting and tingling each step he takes closer towards you.

“How long have you been alone in here?” It’s so out of character how hazy and stormy his eyes become, how husky his voice sounds, and how you feel your increasing heartbeat at your core when you realize just how big and tall he is.

“U-um,” you squeak out, shriveling in his presence, unsure of where all his confidence came from as he continues to eye you down. Maybe it’s the nerves, but you begin to spill out details of the frustrating night you’ve had thus far. “It’s been a long week DK - I just needed to unwind. My damn fingers won’t get the job done, so I’m using this stupid toy. This is pathetic and embarrassing, and why are you getting so close to me?”

“Can you show me?” He asks almost innocently, voice soft and tempting as he kneels in front of where you’re sitting on the bed. He repeats himself when you fail to stutter out a response. “Can you show me how you were using your fingers?”

You feel like you’re in a trance, heart, and body reacting before your sensible mind can stop you. This is a bad idea, you should just say no and kick him out, but the way his eyes remained locked on yours as you slowly nod is enough to encourage you to drop the blanket wrapped around you. Screw it, even as much as you'd like to say your crush on him faded, it never really did.

He lets out a strained sigh when you reveal your body to him, the only thing covering you is the flimsy tank top that’s bunched at your waist, only indicating further how desperate you had been.

“Are you OK with showing me?”

“Y-yes,” you gasp out, gradually opening your legs for him to see your most intimate self, evidence of an impending orgasm clear from the sight of your swollen clit and wet thighs from your dripping slit. The whimper that escapes his lips makes your eyes roll back, fingers absentmindedly tracing over your folds and making you whimper with him.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he’s whispers as he intently watches the pad of your thumb rub at your clit, “Such small hands and little fingers, no wonder you’ve been touching yourself for so long.”

You buck your hips upwards when you finally let your pointer and middle fingers glide in between your folds, carefully pumping the two in and out of yourself and biting back a moan when DK leans even closer towards your core.

“It’s not enough,” your voice is breathy as you pout, grinding your hips into the palm of your hand as your fingers do a not-so-satisfactory job. You’re falling back now, wrapped up in your arousal once again as your head hits the pillowy mattress beneath you.

“Of course, it’s not,” DK coos, standing up to tower above where you now lay, one knee finding real estate between your legs as you so urgently keen into your hand. “You can fit another finger inside of you, maybe that will help.”

You listen to him, fitting a third finger inside of you, yet they don’t reach deep enough to provide you enough pleasure.

“Oh,” he almost sounds patronizing, “they’re too short, aren’t they?”

You’d almost think he was messing with you if it wasn’t for the way his breathing picked up when you let out a desperate cry, a rough groan bubbling from his chest when your thighs tightened around his own leg slotted between yours.

“Yeah, t-they are,” you cry out, trying your hardest to not shift down the bed and start grinding against his leg.

“Can I help?”

“God, I thought you’d never ask. P-Please.”

Just like that, DK’s deft fingers are at your core, long digits running between your folds to collect your slick before teasingly probing at your center.

“I said please,” you moan out, practically begging as your hips chase his hand when he continues to pump just the tips of his fingers tauntingly and shallowly inside of you.

He almost growls when his fingers fill you completely, the way your walls sucked him in was enough to have him wanting more. In order to get closer to you, DK collapses next to you, one thigh still slotted between your legs and his free arm propping him up above where your heated chest rises with each needy breath.

“You take my fingers so well, sweetheart,” he whines out, unable to stop himself from pressing his lips against your neck especially when your body is arching against his with each pump of his fingers inside you. “Can’t believe you're still this tight after playing with yourself for so long.”

Your own hands are desperately gripping his arms, nails digging into the firm muscles as he trails hot kisses across your neck and chest. Your body shakes in need when he hits a spot deep inside of you, pressing against that spongey spot that has your thighs tensing up with each expert curl of his long fingers.

You know you’re babbling at this point, something about how good he’s making you feel, something about how hot he is, something about how you’ll need his fingers all the time now.

This only eggs DK on, his supporting arm shaking as he sets a brutal pace, fingers pumping in and out and each ministration feeling delicious against your walls. You let out a scream when his thumb encounters your clit, making him press even closer against you to hold your needy hips down as he fingers you so perfectly.

You’ve been encapsulated by him at this point, everything about him is big and tall and long, and your mind goes a bit haywire wondering if that applied to really everything, the obvious bulge contained by his jeans only making your mind wander to dirtier places.

“Is this enough, sweetheart?” His lips are pressed into your neck, teeth nipping gently at the shell of your ear as he desires to hear some more praise and feedback from you.

“God,” you moan out, thighs shaking as his thumb rolls in circles over your clit, chest pressing against his as he smiles against your ear. This isn’t enough – actually – you want all of him. But yet it is, the world around you begins to spin as you feel your impending release finally bursting inside of you. “Fuck, this is more than enough. God, I’m g-gonna finish.”

“Finish, sweetheart, use my fingers.”

You’ve never come so hard from just fingers, not even with past lovers, but DK’s long fingers have your walls spasming and tightening around them, hips finally falling still as you gush around the digits. You feel euphoric, your release washing over your body as you come to.

You thought maybe your post-orgasm clarity would snap you back into reality, reminding you that you just had the best fingering of your life from your brother’s best friend, making the situation awkward and panicking upon realization, but you do exactly the opposite.

“Do you need help now, DK?”

[hongnanglen-arina]

The Ulzzang Project - Part 3 | Jeon Wonwoo

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Genre: a little fluff and angst, crack

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x female reader

Warnings: well, not too angsty I guess but I didn’t re-read.. oh and alcohol consuming

Words: 3.3k

A/N: Hello hello! Sorry for the rather long wait! I thought it could spice it up if someone else is thrown into the pot hehehe (: as always, I’d be happy to know your thoughts about it. Please remember that English isn’t my first language so excuse my grammar ♡

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You tapped the pencil against your chin. Working on a presentation wasn’t your thing and especially the beginning was the most stressful part, always. A brainstorming sketch was on a sheet of paper in front of you and between the person you were with. It was nice to work on it at a public place and you loved to have cafe sounds in the background. That’s why you suggested this cafe in the first place. You’ve already finished on a couple of presentations here and the vibe this cafe was giving you helped a lot. But you weren’t sure if it was the right decision today - for this presentation. You couldn’t hear the familiar sounds of people talking and relaxing with the coffee machine preparing the next order. All you could hear was whispering. Loud whispering. And you could feel the stares shooting holes in your body from every angle possible.

“We should write down some notes for the first part. Hasn’t be too much. Like in 20 minutes we compare our notes and decide what’s best?” You tried to ignore the glares you got, looking at the boy in front of you.

Yoon Jeonghan.

Actually you liked your professor but his idea to team you up with Jeonghan for this statistics project was stupid. All your prayers that he would change his mind or that Jeonghan would complain so much that you would get a different partner were useless. After he saw who you were, he even insisted doing it with you and you didn’t understand why.

So you just settled with the thought of doing it. Not that you had another option anyways.

But all those girls who were watching you two made you uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable.

Your project partner leaned back. “I’m fine if you start. I’m sure your pretty head is very useful for this.”

Somehow it didn’t surprise you. His attitude was exactly like you had assumed after everything you head… and also after seeing his Instagram. Was this boy really of no use? Tall and handsome but an asshole? Although you weren’t surprised, you still had some hope that not all good looking people were bad. Best example, your best friend Wonwoo.

The thought of Wonwoo caused you to sigh. Yesterday at this time, you were sitting outside on a bench with your friends. You could even see the place from where you were stuck with Jeonghan if you looked outside the window. After you discovered the new post with Wonwoo’s text, your break was over and everyone left for their next subject. Up until now you weren’t sure what he meant with it. It had to be a joke. Just something to gain more followers and likes. Something fitting for your fake couple page. But why did it make your heart skip a beat when you first saw it? You didn’t know what to say to your best friend or how to address the topic so you thought you would let him take the first step, which hadn’t happened. It made you angry for no reason.

You sighed again. This time louder.

“Are you mad at me?”

Jeonghan’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. “What?”

“You didn’t react when I was talking to you so I got worried.”

Quickly lowering your gaze, you flipped around an empty page, readjusting the pencil in your hand. “Oh no no, don’t worry. Everything’s okay. I already have some ideas for our project. Just give me a moment.”

The person in front of you smiled widely at your reply, which you missed out on because you were already scribbling down while your brain was working and distracting itself from your male best friend.

“Oh great! I can leave then, yes? Thank you y/n. We can discuss our project later. Maybe tomorrow, same time same place?” He got up from his chair and was about to turn around with a ‘bye’ when you stood up as well, calling his name.

“Yoon Jeonghan, let me remind you. This is a group project. A group project is supposed to be done as a group. In a group. You may decide who will focus on which part but what you just said sounded as if you expect me to do everything alone. Please tell me I’m wrong.”

He turned around to face you again, the smile still on his lips. “I knew your pretty head was useful. You got it absolutely right. I’m looking forward to the outcome. See you tomorrow then, y/n!”

He really was an asshole.

“Stop you little shit!”

Suddenly it was quiet around you but you didn’t care. You were angry.

“The fact that I was writing and actually trying to be productive wasn’t a hint for you to stand up and go away. I want to do this because I have to. No matter if you’re my partner or someone else. Knowing you better shows me that I would probably be happier with someone else that’s not as ignorant and dumb as you. I really hoped you would prove me wrong but it’s just the looks that you have. Everything else is bad. Anyways, if you leave now, I will talk to our prof and tell him about it. I won’t do it with you if you let me work alone. I will give you one more chance or I’m the one that’s off. So?”

Jeonghan looked at you with wide eyes. 

You were the first girl. The first that wasn’t following him. That wasn’t only agreeing to everything he said. The first girl that wasn’t head over heels for him.

You were different.

“So?” You repeated, slightly impatient. There were quite some places you would rather be right now than here with Yoon Jeonghan and is admires who were glaring at you for not treating him as the hottest and most wanted man on campus. Who came up with this nonsense anyways!?

“What.. do you… want me to do?” He finally asked you and the way he was standing in front of you seemed as if he was confused, scared even.

“The presentation. It has to be done. And for that, you and I will sit here and work on it.”

He slowly flops down on his chair again and for once you thought he looked cute but you quickly shook the thought off before sitting down again as well, taking your pencil again.

As you wanted to continue writing, you heard him clear his throat, causing you to look up from your paper. “What is it?”

“… can you give me a pen and paper?” 

It took you a second until you gave him the things he asked you for. Maybe he had nothing to write. Whatever the reason, you felt great that you made the ‘holy’ Jeonghan work on the project. Maybe he wasn’t an asshole after all.

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You sat on the floor, back resting against you bed as you took a sip of the new smoothie your mother made. There were too many ingredients, you could only remember it had apple, chia, spinach and banana in it. 

Without noticing, your sleepy mind trailed from how you were working on your presentation with Jeonghan to the boy from your shared Instagram account. There was still no message on your phone from him. Did he just write it underneath the post without a meaning? Were you the only one who was trying to read between the lines to understand what he might wanted to say?

Absentmindedly you grabbed your phone to catch up with the things you missed while being with Jeonghan the whole day after your classes. After seeing again that there was no new message from Wonwoo in you chat app - only one from Chan, asking you if you had seen the new choreography video of a dance team you two liked - you changed the app and scrolled through your Instagram feed. Nothing interesting nor new. On Wonwoo’s personal page was no update. On your shared one was no update. Bored, you clicked the like button on a photo of Dokyeom and his selfmade pizza which looked amazing and a photo of Hoshi’s tiger plushie with the text ‘horanghae’. 

Sighing, the thought of your friend still bothered you. It unusual for him to be this quiet all day. Maybe you should take the first step and just start a conversation? Casually? There was still a high possibility that he wrote the sentence without a meaning so why not say hi?

[Y/n] Hey, what’s up?

Was that casual enough?

2 Minutes passed. No response.

5 Minutes passed. Still no response.

“Why is he like this?!” You whined, letting yourself fall to the side so you were lying on the floor when your mother came into your room after knocking twice. 

“Are you alright dear? Are you exhausted from uni? Or is my smoothie bad?? You can tell me honestly, I won’t get mad, I promise.”

You pouted and mouthed ‘uni’ and she nodded understandingly. “Rest then. You know, if you need anything, tell me. I can cook your favorite dish or prepare dessert. I can read you a book or cuddle you to sleep-“

“Mom!”

She laughed and waved apologetic. “Understand. My little girl isn’t so little anymore. Just call whenever you need me. I’ll be in the living room watching my drama.”

You thanked her and watched her leave your room.

Automatically you looked at your phone again, opening Instagram. While you were working on your presentation with Jeonghan, you two exchanged numbers and followed each other on the app. You had an actually nice conversation and got to know him a little better. He wasn’t so snobbish as you though he would be.

Your eyes were glued on Jeonghan’s update from 2 hours ago. It was a photo of you how you were concentrated on writing down your part from your project, two milkshakes in front of you. His had less while your own drink was almost full and untouched because you had a rush of ideas and decided to write them down before it disappeared. You didn’t know he took a photo. That’s when you saw the text he added to the photo.

Interesting. She might become a candidate (:

A candidate for what?? Cocking your head to the side, you wanted to know what he meant with it when your phone chimed, telling you about a new message. When you saw that it was from Wonwoo, your fingers tapped faster to read it.

[Wonwoo] Bored to death. You?

[Y/n] Same. Park in 30? Crave ice cream…

Maybe you replied too fast but you didn’t care. You were just happy he was talking to you even though you weren’t sure why you were worried he wouldn’t. There was no issue between the two of you or was it?

[Wonwoo] Deal. See ya

Although you were relieved he replied and even agreed to seeing you but something in you was still worried for some reason. But you couldn’t deny the little excitement in the back of your mind.

After finishing your smoothie and making your mother happy with it, you complimented her before leaving the apartment to meet up with Wonwoo. Even though it was dark outside, the fact that you were going to meet your childhood friend made your mother worry less. She knew that he was a good person and if something scary would occur, he would defend or help you first. 

With the familiar cheers and wishes that ‘your mother would be overly happy if you two would finally get together as a couple’, you left your home and made your way to the little park. You wondered if Wonwoo was already there. 

While you were walking, your thoughts traveled to everything that happened over the last few days. 

Last weekend, when you decided to start your shared Instagram and act as an ulzzang couple just to see how many likes and followers you could get within a month. The seemingly normal texts under his posts that made your heart skip a beat. The way he babied you more than once which he had never done before. The overall vide he gave was different. You could still recognize your bestie but there was something that had changed but you weren’t able to tell why that was or what it caused. 

Then to uni. Your presentation with the infamous Yoon Jeonghan who you disliked from the second you were introduced to him through your friends and their knowledge about him. He was too handsome that he just had to be arrogant and ignorant. It turned out that he is from the outside but strangely after you scolded him in front of everyone else in the cafe, he was very nice and cooperative all of a sudden. He even told you that he would work on the middle part and you could go through it tomorrow. You still didn’t fully believe him so you might prepare something in case it was all a lie. But you could do that tomorrow. Today your priority was Wonwoo.

When you arrived at the park, he wasn’t there. Maybe you were too happy and walked too fast?

Looking around and making sure that he really wasn’t around, you slowly made your way to the swing and sat down, slightly moving back and forth with your feet on the ground and hands around the chains on each side. You looked down when out of nowhere fear crept up your spine. 

Oh your friends: the ‘what if’s’.

What if he was disappointed in you for whatever reason? Maybe for not texting him sooner? What if he was mad at you for not using your shared account? At least not as often as he did? What if he wasn’t happy about Jeonghan teaming up with you for the presentation? But then again, it wasn’t your decision. He couldn’t blame you.

You shook your head. Those questions should go away. 

You knew why they have appeared.

Because you missed your best friend.

And combined with the fact that you felt his attitude was different over the last week just added to your pile of anxiety. 

A soft tap on your shoulder caused you to snap out of your thoughts. Wonwoo was standing beside you with melon ice cream in his hands, offering you one.

“Heard you wanted ice cream?”

Immediately, you smiled at him, a warmth rushing through your body as you finally saw your friend again and him paying attention to you intensified the relieve.

“Thank you.”

You took one and started eating it while Wonwoo sat down on the other swing, both of you enjoying your ice cream in silence. The noises of your surroundings were kind of far away from you, looking for words to start a conversation.

Once you finished, you looked at the boy beside you, just to notice that he was looking at you too.

“I missed you,” you said in unison and the moment your brains progressed it, you two looked away sheepishly.

It was stupid, you had to admit. It only had been a little over 1 day that you haven’t seen your friend but because of the overall situation, you were were like this.

Again, you were looking for words to form a sentence and to distract yourself from the red cheeks. “W-what were you doing when I sent the message?”

His head turned back to you when he started to talk, “I was playing an online game but it wasn’t my day today. They always killed me with ease. Wherever I was hiding, whatever I thought was a good tactic, they found me and ended my sad life. Your message helped. What about you?”

“Did nothing. Well, complimenting my mother on her new smoothie?”

Suddenly Wonwoo was chuckling. “Sometimes I envy you for not living alone as I do.”

“You’re not alone. I’m literally always at your place.”

Your reply made Wonwoo sigh and you tried to figure out why he was feeling down all of a sudden, waiting for him to answer your silent question but he asked you something else, changing the topic.

“How is your presentation going?”

It took you by surprise but you decided to give him an honest answer, just being happy to have a topic to talk about.

“At first I hated Jeonghan but he’s okay. Really. After I got angry at him, he actually worked on it with me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, he even volunteered to prepare the middle part. You know, the most important part of the whole thing. He also listened to me and-“

“You got angry at him?”

“U-uh… yeah. That dude wanted to leave me alone and don’t help with it. Can you imagine? He really thought he could get away with it. But not with me, ha!”

He chuckled again, seemingly approving your previous outburst of anger with the other.

While you were watching Wonwoo from the side and admiring his crunched laughter, you remembered his Instagram post and started chewing on the inside of your cheek.

Wonwoo didn’t notice your nervousness as he was shaking his head at the thought of you making a scene in front of his fanclub. He wished he would have seen it happening. Something told him that it wouldn’t be the only occasion for you to lose your temper with him and that he may see it the next time if he sticked to you more often.

“Wanna skip tomorrow’s morning lectures with me?”

The question left your lips faster than you could think and surprised you as well as him when you met Wonwoo’s expression, but his was quickly followed by a smirk.

“Do I smell a mario kart session with greasy food?”

“Yep.”

Hearing his amused snort made you happy for some reason and when he got up and held his hand out for you to grab and follow him, you did as he wordlessly asked and went to his place, hand in hand. Like you often did.

It seemed as if your anxiety was for nothing. He was the same when you arrived at his place, got out of your shoes and offered you a can of beer. He was the same when he asked you what you wanted to eat. He was even the same when he took the last bite of your dish without asking beforehand. And he was the same when he started a fight when he lost against you at mario kart 4 matches in a row. You felt as if it had been a decade since you laughed as much.

You made a mental note not to think too much again when it comes to your best friend.

After a while you two changed to more comfortable clothes as you opened your third can of beer, Wonwoo was on his fourth. That was exactly what you needed. Although it wasn’t the best decision but numbing your previous doubts and fears and enjoying the company of your bestie was the best right now.

“I love spending time with you y/n.”

Thanks to the alcohol in your system, you weren’t too shy to react to his words and felt kind of adventurous. “Thanks for the kind words but to be honest I expected to hear that you want to take your sexy photos now that I’m drunk.”

“Ha ha ah… you’re not completely wrong though.” Wonwoo readjusted his glasses and took a sip of his beer when you said, “Okay. let’s do this.” Your friend nearly choked on the alcohol but asked again what you just said, just in case he heard wrong.

“I said, let’s take those photos for our Instagram.”

[writer-k-pop]

The Teacher (l.d.k) - Waning Crescent Hotel

Please read this (W.C.Hotel) if this is the first post of this series that you see. Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of death Genre: Angst, Hotel Del Luna AU, Choose your own adventure, SVT x Fem! Reader Staff: Yong (Spirit General Manager) / Jiwoo (Human General Manager) / Soon Bok (Room Manager) / Mun Hee (Front Desk Receptionist) / Shin (Grim Reaper assigned to Waning Crescent) Word Count: Ending A - 4.4k / Ending B - 4.2k

W.C.Hotel | Seventeen Masterlist | Masterlists

After Mun Hee runs away from me, I'm left to search for someone who can give me the answers that I want to know. In the lobby I search everywhere for Jiwoo, Yong, or Soon Bok but they're not around. Deeply exhaling, I begin to search the halls for them seeing as I, stupidly, left my only communication device in the garden. The main floor yields no results, forcing me to search the 100 level.

As I near the 160 rooms, Soon Bok's aggressive instructor voice reaches my ears. I pick up my walking pace and near the room that she's in. 168.

"The left side of the corner goes UNDER the right side." Soon Bok demonstrates with her hands. "No, no, under. UNDER."

I lean against the door frame and, with amusement, watch her get fed up and take the sheet corner from the employee and fold it herself.

"Under." She repeats the instruction and rises to full height. Picking up her clipboard again, Soon Bok turns on her heels and nearly jumps out of her shoes when she sees me standing in the doorway. "(y/n)!" The other employees in the room shoot into an upright position at the mention of my name.

I wave a hand at them, dismissing them back to the duties at hand. "I don't need that. Don't do that again." I tell the employees, letting a tiny ounce of annoyance slip in to emphasize my distaste for the attention.

"Can I help you with something?" Soon Bok asks without malice and steps closer to me.

"Mmm," I hum, "What room did you put Dokyeom in?" I ask, tapping her clipboard.

She glances down for a second, "218."

"How long is here for?" I continue to ask for information.

"9 days." Soon Bok states simply.

I nod, "Good to know." Then I glance behind her at the trying-not-to-be-obvious obvious gazes from the employees, "And I think the manual says left over right, Soon Bok." I say loud enough for the room to hear.

Soon Bok pushes me out of the room, "(y/n), stop it."

I let out a short laugh and notice the employees in the room stop moving, shocked that their cold CEO can let out a laugh. Some of their eyes even grow large. Others don't really know how to process the new information. I, on the other hand, enjoy their confusion immensely.

"Hey!" Soon Bok looks over her shoulders at her mannequin employees, "Get this room ready. And it's UNDER." She instructs with an underlying threat that they all understand.

With another small push, I'm standing in the hall and Soon Bok closes the door behind her.

"Will you stop messing with my employees, please?" She pleads, readjusting her clipboard against her body. "At least give them a few months before you pull stunts like that."

"But where's the fun in that?" I ask, playing innocent.

"You're going to confuse them and send this hotel into a downward spiral." Soon Bok explains, walking away from me.

I quickly catch up to her and match pace. "The Gods would never allow that." I reason. "When I'm gone, they'll keep this hotel running swimmingly. And instead of hearing my annoying voice, you'll get to read instructions off of little notecards left ominously on your office desk." I say with a cold chill.

Soon Bok just blinks blankly at me before nodding her head to the side, "But I won't be able to joke with anyone."

"Mun Hee and Yong will still be here." I remind her.

"Mun Hee doesn't understand half of my jokes and Yong is really busy with the rest of the hotel." She says with a sigh.

"Oh." I'm at a loss for words.

We reach the elevators and Soon Bok presses the 'up' button.

"I'm headed to the 800's, do you want to come with me?" She inquires, watching the number in the little square above the elevator doors decrease.

I shake my head, "No. I have some champagne to finish in the garden."

"Alright, enjoy your champagne." Soon Bok smiles warmly at me as the elevator reaches us.

Now, I watch as the number above the elevator doors increases until it stops on 8. Just one less than the amount of days I have to wait for Dokyeom.

~The Ninth Day~

Thunder booms through my ears, lightening cracks across the dark sky, and rain hurtles at the windows of the conference room. I needed a change of scenery for today's form signing and decided this was a good, quiet place. My fingers drums against the table as I rest my hands on either side of a stack of boring forms with another stack a little further away. I stare at the pen laying on top of the stack in front of me.

Sighing, I pucker my lips and give into my hotel duties. I pick up the pen and start scanning the top paper.

"And if the blah blah blah creates an un-blah blah blah with the blah..." I mutter under my breath. I fight the urge to roll my eyes.

I finally reach the bottom of the page and a small 'x' next to a blank line tells me that's where I need to put my signature. Putting the pen to paper, my muscles pull my signature from memory. Two seconds later, I pull the pen away and reveal the signature that I consider retched but other seem to consider beautiful.

Thunder claps again, this time so close that the walls rumble. I sigh and place the signed paper on top on the other signed papers. Then I work on reading the next one, and it's a stapled packet.

The door opens quietly but I think nothing of it as it's probably Yong coming to check up on me. But it's not Yong's voice I hear.

I hear giggling. A child's giggling. Children giggling. And pattering footsteps.

"Hi." A young girl runs up to my right side with a smile.

"What are you doing?" A young boy asks from my left side.

"Yeah, what are you doing?" Another child asks and as I look around, more children crowd around me.

"Hey, give her some room." Dokyeom's voice says to the children from the doorway. "Be polite. Remember what we learned." The children back away a few steps but stay relatively close by.

I raise my head up and meet his eyes. He smiles brightly with his eyes squinty.

"Sorry, they wanted to come and visit." Dokyeom says sheepishly, "And I couldn't say no to that."

I hum with amusement and look down at the children who all smile up at me with bright smiles. "You can come visit me anyti-"

As I lift my head up to Dokyeom's, a crack of lightening flashes through the room and I'm left alone. Like I've always been. They were never here. My brain just created them and my eyes thought...

I sigh and rub my hands over my eyes. I should've known it wasn't real. I wasn't allowed to interact with his students but that didn't mean he couldn't tell me countless stories about them.

Refocusing, I reread the first section of the stapled packet and trudge my way through the rest of it. On the last page, there's a spot for me to put my signature.

My hand floats just above the paper when the echo of Dokyoem's hand guiding mine takes over.

'You may have better cursive than most of my students.' He chuckles, 'But you'll never have better cursive than me. Let me show you how it's done.'

I remember the smirk he had on his face when I glared at him. The ghost of his chest pressed against my back grows more prominent and I can feel his warmth as he guides my hands through the loops and straights of the cursive of my name.

'See?' Dokyeom's voice whispers, 'Doesn't that look so much better?'

I look down at the paper and notice I've signed my name in the way that Dokyeom showed me. Something I haven't done since I left him. Running my hands over the dried ink, a smile full of warm memories grows on my face.

I set the pen down on the table and hold the papers in my hands while resting my elbows on the table. Tilting my head side to side, my eyes trace over the ink and after all these years, I think I finally see the beauty in Dokyeom's version of my signature. There's a childish vibe tangling with a chic one. Much like his real personality. It's why he was such a good teacher. Playful with the students and polite with the parents.

Flipping the packet to the first page, I place it on top of the signed pile with one hand while the other picks the pen back up.

As I near the bottom of the final form, somebody actually knocks against the conference room doors.

"Come in." I say, while signing the form.

"You're still signing those?" Jiwoo asks, stepping into the room and I set the pen down.

Looking up at him, I smirk, "Actually I just finished."

Jiwoo nods, impressed, "I actually thought it would've taken you longer."

"You underestimate the magic in these hands." I raise my hand and wave my fingers at him.

He laughs out loud, "There's no denying that you have magic."

"Do you need anything?" I ask, thinking that not much time has passed since he gave me the forms at nightfall.

"Just your presence in the garden." Jiwoo says calmly.

"It is not..." I trail off, looking around for a clock but of course, I never set one up in here.

Jiwoo pulls out his phone and shows me the time, "Oh, it is." He smiles warmly and replaces his phone in his pocket.

I push back from the table and walk to the doors. "I guess the storm screwed up my timing."

"Well, you can't see the moon so it makes sense that you lost track of time." Jiwoo comments.

"The moon doesn't dictate that." I argue as I reach him at the doors.

He raises his eyebrows like the answer is obvious, "For you, the moon dictates everything. Including your mood."

I open my mouth to defend myself but Jiwoo speaks before I can even form a word.

"You know it's true so don't even argue. Crescent moons you're in your best moods. Full moons require 2 bottles of champagne and Blue moons require a minimum of 4 bottles." He lists off the reasons and I have to admit, it is true. The moon reminds me why I'm here and I retaliate by swinging my moods to the different phases.

I sigh and lower my head in defeat, "Alright, you win. Just be prepared for the next Blue moon, I will not be so kind." I threaten him.

"If you're still here." He points out and then nods his head towards the hallway, "He's waiting for you."

My head rises and I happily smile, "I'll be going then."

Jiwoo waves goodbye and I make my way through the halls. My feet continue to walk me to my garden while my heartbeat beats harder. By the time I'm a few feet away, I can hear and feel my heartbeat in my ears.

"You are a tree. T. R. E. E." Dokyeom's voice trails out from the garden. "A really pretty tree."

I walk in and find Dokeyom facing the tree with his hands clasped behind his back.

"I think that's the first compliment it's gotten in its entire life." I say while holding back a giggle.

But Dokyeom is startled by my 'sudden' presence and nearly jumps out of his skin.

"AH!" He screams, jumping to face me. With eyes wide and blinking like a deer in headlights, Dokyeom just stares at me.

I cover my mouth with my hands and try so very hard not to laugh.

"Why would you sneak up on me like that!?" He screeches when he's collected himself.

"I'm sorry." I stifle out, really trying not to laugh because I should be feeling kind of guilty but... it's Dokyeom. "I forgot how easily you scare."

"Has it really been that long?" Dokyeom pouts.

I lower my hands and smile sweetly, "I guess it has."

Dokyeom instantly wraps me up in a tight hug and my arms instinctively wraps around his waist, resting snugly against his form.

"I'm sorry for making you wait so long." He whispers into my ear, all traces of his earlier scare gone.

"I'm the one who should be sorry." I tell him, glancing over at the bare tree.

"No way." Dokyeom pulls back and holds me by the shoulders at arms length, "You don't have to be sorry. I guess neither of us have to be sorry." He realizes with scrunched eyebrows.

I hold his hands that are still at my shoulders reassuringly, "I guess I won't be sorry if you won't be sorry."

He straightens up and nods, "Fine by me." Dokyeom then walks behind me and wraps his arms around my shoulders, his chin resting on my shoulder. "Though, you did wait a long time."

"Dokyeom." I warn him and turn my head to glance at him.

"Just saying." He mumbles through a pout, then he wonders, "Where did you go?"

"Back here." I tell him and hang my hands from his arms.

"Just here?" Dokyeom wonders, looking around the garden.

"Just here." I confirm. "Someone has to run this hotel."

"Who's going to run it when you leave?" He asks, giving me a small squeeze.

I shrug, "Whoever the Gods pick."

"Ah, I see." Dokyeom says softly.

I tap his arms to release me and begin to walk forward towards the bench. Dokyeom follows but keeps his arms wrapped around me.

"You know that Yong lady?" He asks as we settle onto the bench.

I chuckle, "Yes, I know her."

"She reminds me of you." Dokyeom says.

"How so?" I question.

"Well," He clears his throat, "She's got this like cool, unbothered aura around her but when you get her talking, I can sense she's softer and more relaxed. Like you. And, and, I told her a joke once and she laughed but then a guest arrived and it was like someone flipped a switch. She changed her resolve so fast." He explains.

"This is a hotel." I remind him, "We have to be on our best behaviors for the guests."

"We? I never saw you out on the floor though." Dokyeom comments innocently.

I give him a questioning look.

He readjusts his posture so he's angled towards me, "In the nine days I was here, I never really saw you out in the hotel helping guests."

"I, I don't really do that work." I stutter. "I'm usually in my office... or here." I nod towards the tree.

"So then 'they.'" Dokyeom giggles.

"What?" I ask.

"They have to be on their best behaviors for the guests." He corrects my earlier statement. "Since you're in your office or here."

"No, I mean, yes, but I occasionally help guests too." I defend myself, stumbling over my words a bit.

"Wish I could've seen it." He puckers his lips.

I roll my eyes before saying, "You know what I wish I could've seen?"

Dokyeom looks over at me with curiosity, "What?"

"You teaching." I nod at him with a small smile.

"Why?" He asks, his eyebrows scrunching together.

I shrug, "Why not? You always talked about how much you loved it and you were always going on and on about your students. So I've always wanted to see you in your element."

"You remember all of those?" Dokyeom wonders, "Like all the stories I told you?"

"Maybe not all of them, but a good majority." I tell him, "I never forgot them."

"Even with 12 others you didn't forget them?" He asks, looking at the bare tree.

I smile and link my arm with his, "You're a little difficult to forget."

"I am, aren't I?" Dokyeom looks back with a playful smirk. I laugh at his ability to switch moods so quickly.

Pulling him closer, it's now my turn to rest my chin on his shoulder. "Will you tell me more?" I ask, batting my eyes at him.

"More stories?" He asks and I nod. "There's not really much to tell."

"I still want to know." I tell him and his shoulders relax while he inhales deeply.

"Alright, let's see." Dokyeom grabs my hand and laces his fingers through mine. "I will say that it was a bit difficult after you left."

"A bit?" I question his wording.

"Okay, extremely." He corrects himself, "But I couldn't really show it in front of my young students. I kept teaching though, for a lot of years. When I retired, I think I was the teacher highest number of years at the school. My kids were nagging at me for years to retire because they could take care of me and their mother but I guess I was kind of stubborn." He chuckles, "Eventually I left the teaching world though."

"You married?" I ask with relief, "And had kids?"

Dokyeom nods happily, "I did. My relationship with my wife took some years but then the kids came quickly."

"How many did you have?" I question, pressing his arm tighter into my chest.

"3 kiddos." He says proudly, "My first son grew up to be a chef. My daughter went on to be a doctor. And my youngest son followed my middle child, he became a doctor."

"You must've been proud. Having children who could support you once you retired." I sigh happily that his children lived comfortable lives.

"I was. I am." Dokyeom says and nods. "Though I never understood how my oldest became a chef. He was always so clumsy and then he went on to choose the career with some pretty big and sharp knives."

"He didn't every hurt himself, did he?" I ask, suddenly worried for a soul I had only ever seen from a distance.

Dokyeom shakes his head, "A few knicks here and there but no, he was never seriously injured from his job. His silliness did cost him a few bruises though."

"Oh no." I breath out but Dokyeom simply laughs.

"Like once, he was playing with my daughter's daughter and somehow got his feet tangled in her toys and face planted onto the floor." Dokyeom recalls, "My youngest son gave him shit about it for weeks. The poor kid couldn't live it down until the next time he clutzed up."

I let out a breathy chuckle and he continues with stories.

"My daughter was so aggressive towards my oldest sun but she was an absolute protective angel to my youngest son." He say with a smile. "But my youngest would always try to combat it and protect her from any and all things dangerous. Including her future husband." Dokyeom suddenly points a figure at me, "And no, I did not tell him to do it."

I raise my free hand up in the air, "I wasn't going to ask." I say with a giggle.

He narrows his eyes at me, "But you were thinking it."

My eyebrows lift slightly. "Maybe."

Dokyeom barks out a small laugh and his eyes sparkle with delight. Just like they did back then when I could pull laughter from him like a magician pulls the scarf from his sleeve. With ease.

"Were there any more stories from your teaching?" I ask, "Those were always my favorite."

"That I do remember." Dokyeom says and squeezes my hand. "Mmm, let's see." He thinks for a couple seconds before telling the story of a school picnic that somehow ended in a large water fight.

I listen in awe and wonder as he retells the tales of his classroom where everything from stuttering presentations to wild test answers were seen. He tells me about how some single parents were super, super nice to him and I have to point out that I'm sure they had some other motive. Dokyeom, of course, doesn't believe me until I point out that the super, super nice single parents were usually mothers. His face of realization is pure gold and I memorize it in a flash, not wanting to forget it.

From school stories, we move to stories of his household. The quiet years when it was just him and his wife to the chaos of raising three kids. He vividly remembers when his daughter went to her first school dance and how fast his heart was beating because his precious princess was growing up. Dokyeom swears he was not that protective but his sons were telling everyone about his 'over'-protectiveness.

Dokyeom says he did a lot after he retired and his stories certainly prove it. He has stories from his simple life, from his experience with grandchildren, and from the outings he had with his friends as they all aged together.

Throughout all the stories, Dokyeom's warm smile never fades and I hold onto that warmth, even when the sun's warmth begins to disappear below the horizon.

"I hope it's going to be warm." Dokyeom shivers and presses closer to me.

"It will be." I say softly. "It's simply perfect."

"Do you think any of my students will be there?" He wonders, staring at the chrysanthemums sitting at the base of the bare tree.

I run a hand through his hair, "Maybe. Depends on how many lives the Gods gave them."

"I hope none of them are there yet." He wishes, "They all deserved to live many, many lives."

"I'm sure they lived a great many." I tell him, "After all, they crossed paths with you."

"They did, didn't they?" Dokyeom lets the thought lift his spirits a bit. "Will you walk with me?" He asks, gripping my hand tighter.

"Of course. I will go as far as I can go but I will go with you." I reassure him.

He nods and we stand up together. With my hand wrapped securely with his, we walk out of the garden. One foot in front of the other and I feel like each step gets heavier and heavier the closer we get.

"You won't forget, will you?" Dokyeom asks but doesn't look at me. Instead he looks straight ahead with his head held high.

"Forget what?" I ask, watching his face closely.

"That I have a mole on my left cheek." He lists off the items he doesn't want me to forget, "That I'm afraid of lady bugs. That I'm a movie nerd. That you can't be trusted with the directions because that one time you got us lost for 3 hours. That I still remember the night you tried to surprise me for my birthday but you tripped over your own feet and spoiled it. That I was one of the 13. And that I love you."

We stop in front of the departures door as he finishes. I turn to him and lift the corners of my lips in a small smile.

"I won't forget." I tell him, "And that means you also can't forget that I love you."

Dokyeom gives a single curt nod, "I would never." He grabs the door handle and swings the door open, "Wow, the sun sets fast." He comments at the darkened sky.

"She's got places to be." I joke and step out, "And I like the moon better anyway."

"Everyone always told me I was like the sun," Dokyeom says, "But secretly, I always did like the moon better."

"I do remember you telling me that." I say as we get closer to Shin and the waiting car.

"February 18th." Dokyeom blurts out suddenly.

"Your birthday..." I trail off in confusion.

He nods, "That's the one thing you need to remember. You can forget the others if you can't remember them but please remember my birthday."

"I remember all 13 birthdays." I grab both of his hands in comfort, "I never forget birthdays."

Dokyeom presses his lips together, "Just, just make sure you eat an apple on my birthday."

"An appl- why?" I'm taken aback at his request.

"You know," He looks at me with wide eyes, "Apples are things you give to teachers and I was a teacher so you should eat an apple every year on my birthday. To remember your teacher."

I glance over at Shin and he also has a look of confusion, though not as obvious as mine. "I-"

Dokyeom giggles, "I was joking."

My confusion dissipates and a small smile reaches my face. I reach out and cup his cheek in my hand, "I'm going to miss you. You and your jokes."

He grabs my hand and presses a kiss into my palm, "I'm going to miss you, too." Dokyeom then pulls me into a tight hug and nuzzles his face into my neck.

I close my eyes and breath in his comforting scent. The one that could always settle whatever storm the Gods had brewed up. The one that would wrap around me on the coldest of days.

All too soon, Dokyeom pulls away and presses a kiss onto my lips. Then he pulls away completely.

"I love you, (y/n)." He says confidently, not caring who may or may not hear.

"I love you, Dokyeom." I smile and wrap my arms around my waist.

Dokyeom smiles happily and walks to the car. Shin waits until every last bit of him is inside the car before he definitively shuts the door. The car begins to drive away and in the back seat, Dokyeom turns around and waves at me. I raise an arm and wave back, hoping he can't see the tears filled with sadness that line my eyes.

Only when the car is completely swallowed by the forest fog do I lower my hand and replace it at my waist. It is then that a white chrysanthemum waves its final goodbye before withering away.

I wait at the forest's edge for a few more minutes and let the tears fall. But the hotel's glow grows bigger and I know the hotel is in full swing. Which means I have more work to do and more loves to wait for.

Return to the Navigation Page (Waning Crescent Hotel) to choose the next guest.

"What's the first thing you're going to do on the other side?" Dokyeom asks, looking towards the setting sun.

I shrug, "I honestly have no idea. What are you going to do?" I throw the question back at him.

"I'm going to try," He emphasizes 'try,' "To find you and win you over."

I giggle, "You might just succeed."

Dokyeom hops onto his feet, "Then let's go test this theory." I stand up next to him and he grabs my hand.

"Not just yet." I tap the top of his hand with my free hand, "I have to say goodbye to my people first. They're technically my family."

"Of course. I always knew they were close to you but I never realized how close." Dokyeom says thoughtfully.

"It's hard to know when you didn't have the whole story." I tell him with a knowing smile.

We walk hand in hand to the lobby where Yong, Mun Hee, Soon Bok, and Jiwoo stand solemnly.

"So this is it?" Mun Hee asks with tears in his eyes. "This is the day you leave us?"

I wrap him up in a hug, only a tiny bit annoyed that he's being so sappy. "Maybe I'll get punished again and be back here by the end of the year." I try to joke but Mun Hee abruptly pushes back from me.

"Don't you dare say that. You better not return here." He says angrily through his tears.

I chuckle, "I won't come back. I promise."

Turning to Soon Bok, I thank her for her service and her amazing work. Something I never did and should've done more.

Next onto Jiwoo. I also thank him for his and his entire family's service then I unclip the bracelet that has held him to this place.

"When you leave today, you won't be able to find this place again." I inform him, "I hope that you'll be able to go and live your life happily."

Jiwoo nods, "Thank you for letting me work with you. I won't ever forget you."

I smile sadly, "You will. But thank you."

Finally I reach Yong who is sniffling and trying so very hard not cry.

"You'd think after all these years of waiting that I'd be prepared for this day." She says through sniffles.

"Thank you, Yong." I rests my hands on her shoulders, "For everything. Thank you."

With lips pursed together, she leans forward and wraps me in an unexpected hug. But I soon wrap my arms around her and squeeze her tightly.

We pull apart after a couple seconds and I wipe the few tears that have escaped from her eyes.

"Keep this hotel running beautifully." I tell her before Dokyeom grabs my hand again.

With final waves of goodbye, Dokyeom and I walk out to the foggy forest that will take us to our resting place.

At the edge of the forest, Shin stands next to an idling car, a somber look on his face.

"(y/n)." He says when we reach him, "It has been an honor working with you. I wish you both a peaceful rest." Shin bows his head and I pat his arm.

"The honor was mine." I tell him with a smile. Now the tears start to line my eyes as the realization fully sets in.

I'm free. I served my years of punishment and now I'm free to let my soul rest.

I turn back towards the hotel and look up to the top where the rooftop patio is outlined with bright string lights. Then to the mid floors where random room lights are turned on, some guests staying in while others opting to experience the hotel's many services. Then to grand base where guests would be milling around, waiting their turns to leave this world.

"(y/n)?" Dokyeom softly asks pulling my attention to where he sits just inside the car, "Are you ready?"

I take one last quick look at the hotel before turning away from it. "Yeah, I'm ready. Let's go."

I lower myself into the car and Shin securely closes the door after I am completely inside. As the car begins to drive forward, Dokyeom securely grabs my hand and I let his warmth guide me towards our final destination.

In the garden, the final chrysanthemum withers and dies so that no more stand at the base of the bare tree.

[gamerwoo]

A Guide to Seventeen

This lil guide is mostly for @sugarboyuto​, but honestly this is for anybody who wants to get into Seventeen. They’re definitely not slept on, but there are a lot of people who are wary of a lot of members, so hopefully this makes it a lil easier.

Despite being called Seventeen, there are 13 members. They did a show while creating the group called Seventeen TV, which you can probably find on YouTube or somewhere on the internet. There were 17 members before, but some left or got cut (I’m not positive because I didn’t watch it oop). But they’re called Seventeen because there are 13 members, 3 main units (hip hop, performance, and vocal), and they make 1 group. 13+3+1=17.

Music Videos (in order):

Shining Diamond (pre-debut and technically doesn’t count but it’s a bop no matter how cringey anybody says it is)

Adore U (actual debut song)

Mansae

Pretty U

Very Nice

Boom Boom

Don’t Wanna Cry

Clap

Thanks

Call Call Call (Japanese)

Oh My!

Getting Closer

Home

Happy Ending (Japanese)

Hit

Fear

Unit Music Videos (in order):

Check In (hip hop unit)

Highlight (performance unit)

Change Up (svt leaders)

Trauma (hip hop unit)

Lilili Yabbay (performance unit)

Pinwheel (vocal unit)

Other Music Videos (not in order and I’m probably missing some):

My I (Jun and Minghao Korean ver)

My I (Jun and Minghao Chinese ver)

Home (Chinese ver)

Oh My (Chinese ver)

Just Do It (BooSeokSoon)

Chocolate (vocal unit but for some reason it doesn’t count as a unit mv??)

Q and A (Seungcheol, Jihoon, Hansol, and Ailee)

Videos To Watch To Learn Members:

Ask In A Box Part 1

Ask In A Box Part 2

Seventeen Play Who’s Who (but minus Seungkwan because he was sick)

an unhelpful guide to seventeen (this is probably what i watched bc it was made around the time i got into them tbh)

Seventeen Member Profiles

a shitty guide to seventeen

Misc Videos That Might Help But I Just Like Them:

Mingyu and Seokmin on Weekly Idol for year of the dog

Seventeen on Idol Room

Going Seventeen TTT (bc who doesn’t like to see guys driving)

Going Seventeen Playground

Woozi playing the drums

This performance of Clap bc Mingyu plays the guitar

Jun playing piano and Soonyoung’s solo

Seventeen on Knowing Bros

Minghao using nunchucks ft Jun sorta using nunchucks

Don’t Wanna Cry part switch

Mansae part switch

Pretty U part switch

basically any part switch

Below the cut is also a short guide to Seventeen in age order!! (and yes I had to look up their birthdays I only know what year they’re born lmao)

S.Coups

Real name: Choi Seungcheol

95 line (and he the oldest)

Overall leader but also the leader of hip hop unit

1/3 hyung line

he yell 

he also point

loves to mess with his members as much as they love to mess w him

but he loves them and carats so much

said he only wants carats to look at him

he’s everybody’s husband basically

big soft boi

Jeonghan

Real name: Yoon Jeonghan

95 line

1/5 vocal unit

1/3 hyung line

1/2 of sloth line lmao

he loves winning and will do it at all costs

often caught cheating but nobody ever calls him out

he used to have long hair (i think thats how most people know him tbh)

i confused him and josh a lot when i first got into them lmao

he babies chan but its fine bc everybody does

idk if he still does it but he used to always be like “dino who’s baby are you” and it was like a thing idk

Joshua

Real name: Joshua Hong (Korean name is Hong Jisoo)

95 line

1/5 vocal unit

1/3 hyung line

1/2 English line

born and raised in California but he’s 100% Korean

when they first debuted and honestly for a few years, everybody pushed the gentleman persona on him

and I’m not saying he’s not a gentleman but he’s definitely not just a gentleman u feel me

lowkey a crackhead even if he tries to hide it sometimes

he’s religious so people always push this “good church boy” trope on him but sometimes they take it too far tbh

let him live

Jun

Real name: Wen Junhui (Korean name is Moon Junhwi)

96 line

1/4 performance unit

1/2 of China line

he rarely gets lines its sad bc his vocals are beautiful and his range is great

he was on a Chinese TV program with Minghao called The Collaboration (I think???) and he was so cute

“English is so dangerous” yes babie u are correct

he’s friends with Yanan from Pentagon and they were partners on the show and they were adorable

loves animals a lot its adorable

give the poor babie more lines

Hoshi

Real Name: Kwon Soonyoung

96 line

performance unit leader

1/3 of booseoksoon

used to be a hamster and now he’s a self-proclaimed tiger and seventeen clowns him for it

very proud of his 10:10 eyes (they look like they’re slanted up to be 10:10 on a clock)

honestly has the cutest laugh ever

hyper and loud af

has choreographed some of their dances and i think he still assists with them????

just a very happy boi

Wonwoo

Real name: Jeon Wonwoo

96 line

1/4 hip hop unit

1/2 of sloth line

certified gamer boi lmao (so are cheol and jihoon)

he literally had to show soonyoung how to play video games on his computer lmao

this dude is so dedicated to gaming that he sleeps in the living room instead of in his shared room with seungcheol so they can both have room for their setups

deep voice

looks very scary but he soft

loves cats and is afraid of dogs

when he smiles or laughs he does a nose scrunch just look up wonwoo nose scrunch trust me

shy boi

but he also a breadstick (he’s very very thin he is definitely not apart of thicc line)

Woozi

Real name: Lee Jihoon

96 line

leader of vocal unit

the shortest member but people act like he’s like 3 feet tall

he’s 5′5 he’s not that short ok

everybody says he looks like yoongi from bts

he produces most if not all of seventeen’s songs so he feels a lot of pressure to have seventeen be successful

he may be cute and tiny but he’ll fuck u up

he picked up wonwoo over his shoulder before it was hilarious lmao

he’s still soft tho

also just wants to stay inside all the time even when they’re traveling

boy can d a n c e

plays a lot of instruments too

clarinet, drums, piano, probably more stuff tbh

DK/Dokyeom

Real name: Lee Seokmin

97 line

1/5 vocal unit

1/3 of booseoksoon

the actual sun tbh

he’s so happy all the time and he’s so kind to everybody how can you not love him

hits those high notes real well

he was in a musical for king arthur and he played arthur so he’s now a certified actor

lowkey rap extraordinaire lmao

always making jokes and trying to make everybody happy

basically the mood maker

Mingyu

Real name: Kim Mingyu

97 line

1/4 hip hop unit

he’s totally a himbo

he’s so beautiful and he’s getting pretty ripped but god he’s so dumb

he’s “the cook” of seventeen even though like,,,,,,other members also cook

he’s clumsy as hell too lmao he almost dropped an award after they just won it

also has a deep voice

him and wonwoo are a really popular ship they’re called meanie but it’s a long story

he’s also the tallest member he’s like 6′1 i think

The8

Real name: Xu Minghao (Korean name is Seo Myungho)

97 line

1/4 performance unit

1/2 China line

he’s literally good at everything

he can sing, dance, rap, bboy, use nunchucks, do some cool shit w his hands/fingers, idk dude is amazing

he also tells fans to put themselves first and not seventeen and basically breaks the delusion that fans own them or will be with them

basically the opposite of seungcheol lmao

since his stage name is the8, he goes 8th in the lineup, so he would be in seokmin’s place

people paid him dirt from debut to like 2017 or 2018 but then he found himself and had a glowup and now everybody thirsts after him but he deserves better because he’s always been amazing

also pledis give him more lines

Seungkwan

Real name: Boo Seungkwan

98 line

1/5 vocal unit

1/3 booseoksoon

1/3 maknae line

he’s very good with variety shows so he’s always making jokes and being loud

also hits insane high notes

he’s just super loud and goofy but in a different way from seokmin somehow????

definitely apart of thicc line but like,,,,,,not important

Vernon

Real name: Hansol Vernon Chwe (Korean name is Choi Hansol)

98 line

1/3 hip hop unit

1/2 English line

he was born in America but he moved to Korea when he was,,,,5 i think????

he’s half korean and half white and people used to give him a lot of shit for it and some people probably still do which sucks

stop calling hansol ‘some white boy’ for the love of god

he’s kind of a meme as in he’s just really goofy but it’s so endearing

but sometimes he’s just quiet and doesn’t do much like it’s 50/50

he’s just a very sweet and thoughtful boi

oh him and seungkwan are also a popular ship bc one time hansol was asked his favorite part of seungkwan and he literally turned that boi around and slapped his cake and was like “the butt” so there’s that

Dino

Real name: Lee Chan

99 line

1/4 performance unit

1/3 maknae line

not that it matters but chan is the thiccest person in seventeen i saw them at kcon ny and oh my god you cant even photograph how thicc

moving on

he doesn’t get enough love tbh like there are always stories of fans ignoring him or not sending him any flower wreath things and it’s so infuriating and sad so pls love chan !!!!

does videos called dino’s danceology where he creates choreo to songs and just dances

he’s so fuckin talented holy shit he dances so well and he can sing and he can rap (see his rap in boom boom that’s the best part)

he gets babied so everybody sees him as one but he definitely isn’t like sometimes he acts like he should be the oldest lmao

but he definitely has his babie moments but they all do

Okay, I think that’s everything! I hope this helped and please show Seventeen lots of love!! 

[just-a-re-blog]

Seeking Oenomel Chapter 4

So, I was totally just going to discontinue this because I’ve changed a lot about my blog and Kpop isn’t a huge part of it anymore, but apparently, there was still some interest in hearing more of this story! So, I will finish out Seeking Oenomel for you guys, although I can’t make promises as to how consistent or inconsistent I’ll be with updates. But to all of you who reached out to tell me you wanted more and to those who continue reading--thank you ten times over!!! That’s what motivates me to write! Bless you all.

~HMR

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Early the next morning, Suho finds you and walks you down to the kitchen and puts a man named Seokjin in charge of you. As you sit down at a small wooden table in the breakroom, Seokjin’s bright smile helps loosen the tight knot of anxiety centered somewhere deep in you. You hold on to the image and try to convince yourself that you’re doing the right thing. He disappears for a moment and comes back with a plate of pancakes and eggs and silverware that he sets before you. You thank him quietly and nibble at the food, guilt and uncertainty still twisting your stomach.

He pulls out a chair across from you and sits, leaning his elbows on the table. “So, I’ll bet you didn’t know we’d be putting you to work here, right?” You shake your head slightly, and Seokjin nods understandingly. “If we had more resources, I assure you--you’d be our guest. But this place is bursting at the seams, and we need all the help we can get. You used to work at a restaurant, right?”

You swallow a mouthful of egg and frown in confusion. “Actually, I think I still work there.”

Seokjin laughs and the sound is so endearingly unashamed and dorky that you can’t help but feel your defenses crack. “Don’t worry, Junmyeon will take care of that.”

“Junmyeon?”

“Suho. He’s all about the logistics of keeping up appearances--cover-ups, disappearances, you name it. He runs our ‘human resource’ department. He’ll wrap up most of the loose ends and leave just enough of them untied to throw the Blackguards off your trail.”

You bite into the pancakes on your fork, and you feel yourself wanting to share some of your insecurities and doubts with Seokjin. “I still can’t believe Taemin was part of the Blackguards. He...he seemed so kind. Sweet and innocent.”

Seokjin cocks his head in thought, something brewing in his irises that he looks a bit hesitant to voice. “It’s easy to want to generalize, but we all have our reasons. He probably was kind and sweet, and honestly, you’d be hard-pressed to find a single person in the world that doesn’t have some sort of blood on their hands.” You fall silent again, and Seokjin can tell his partial opinion has pushed you back into your shell. “Do you want something to drink? I can get you some coffee, if you’d like.”

You smile half-heartedly. “Uh, sure.”

“Cream and sugar?”

“Yes, please.”

He grins. “I’ve got just the blend for you. I’ll be back in a second.”

You turn Seokjin’s words over in your head, wondering how he could say that Taemin was no worse than everybody else, how he could say that he was still a good person, how he could say that what the Blackguards did was no worse than the white lies you told in daily life. Seokjin returns with a steaming cup of heavenly smelling coffee, and you gratefully accept it. As he sets the cup down, you notice the gold band on his fourth finger.

“Are you married?” you ask with surprise.

Seokjin’s face lights up. “I sure am. She’s the most wonderful woman I’ve ever met. That’s her recipe--the Agnes special.” He looks affectionately at his hand and then at the white cup in your grasp.

This line of questioning is a welcome distraction. “How did you meet her?”

“I’ve been managing restaurants for a while. She was my employee, and I knew I’d be smitten from the minute I interviewed her.” Seokjin’s eyes meet yours, and you find such pure affection and admiration there, you wonder if maybe he is one of the few people in this organization and the world that has clean hands. “Naturally, she couldn’t be my girlfriend and my employee, so I quit my job and the two of us got married not too long after.”

“You gave that up for her? That’s so kind of you, Seokjin.”

He holds up a hand. “Jin. Seokjin sounds too formal. I haven’t been Seokjin since I got here years ago.”

You sip the coffee slowly, savoring the taste. “How did you get here?”

“Ah, there it is,” he says knowingly, leaning back in his chair. “Namjoon and I have known each other for ages. Agnes and I…” He sighs ruefully, shaking his head with a small smile. “We got caught in the Blackguards’ crosshairs. Almost didn’t make it. I was a few minutes away from becoming collateral. Lucky for us, Seungcheol and Namjoon were already in pursuit of the men that ambushed us. They gave up the targets to save us, and we’ve been with them ever since.”

“Did you get revenge?” you ask softly, the color in your face draining as the words leave your lips.

“Our revenge is doing good work here and living well.” He reaches across the table, drumming his fingers on the dark wood. “You know, Sigma isn’t a normal gang. I’m well aware  of our reputation, and there’s a reason that perception exists. But we aren’t like the others.The people here--”

“Jin?” A young girl in a gray shirt, slacks, and an apron stands in the doorway.

Jin turns with a pleasant smile on his face. “Yes, Lisa?”

“Breakfast rush starts in two. Do you want us to cover for you?”

He gets up from the table and claps his hands. “Absolutely not! This is the perfect opportunity for Y/N to see us in action and get a taste of life in our kitchen.” He sends a wink your way. “Come on.”

Lisa’s big eyes turn to you, and she cocks her head, appraising you. She frowns and lets out a quiet hum. “You’ve got a lot of hair...You’ll probably need a big one. Do you have a hair tie?” You shake your head in confusion. “That’s okay.” She reaches into a pocket in her apron and draws out a light brown elastic, motioning for you to come closer. Her hands work through your hair with surprising expertise to pull it into a tight, high puff. “Let’s go get you a net.”

And then she is taking your hand with surprising forwardness. She tugs you through the kitchen and to the front counter where three men and one woman stand talking to one another. They all turn to look at you with polite curiosity.

“Guys, this is the new girl,” Lisa says as she lets go of your hand to grab a hair net. “Be nice to her, okay? It’s only her second day here.”

A tall boy with a long face rolls his eyes. “Aren’t we always nice, Lisa?”

“No,” she says pointedly. “But it’s usually only me that you’re mean to, so I’m not too worried.”

The boy’s face lights up with a bright smile as he walks over to poke Lisa’s cheek and extend a hand to you. “Hi there. I’m Dokyeom. DK.”

His grin is infectious, and you find some of your inhibitions melting away under the heat of it. Between Minghao, V, Annie, Jin, and now Lisa and DK, it seemed like there were actually some pretty kind people working for Sigma. You almost shudder at the idea that you are now counting V as kind even though he kidnapped you.

Lisa interrupts your thoughts, placing a hair net in your hand. “Make conversation later. Breakfast time.” She looks to you with more soft compassion in her features. “You can stand back here, Y/N. Pretty soon you’ll be here on the front lines with us.” She winks as she turns back towards the counter. You stuff your contained but untamed hair--only made more unruly by your attempt to use Annie’s brush--into the net, short, thick curls threatening to burst through.

Jin stands beside you as people enter the scramble, first in a trickle, then in a flood of bobbing heads and groggy conversation. Lisa and DK handle the rush like pros, and the others--Xiumin and Amber, you learn--work beside them like well-oiled machines.

“What do you think, Y/N?” Jin asks. “Think you could manage alongside these fine folks?” He beams with pride at his crew.

You nod, smiling at him. “I really think I can.”

Your observation time in the kitchen ends at about 4 when the other crew comes in to relieve the staff.

“Training time,” Lisa informs you, hanging up her apron and shedding her hair net. She slips her hand into yours again. “Come on, I’ll take you out to the Compound for the basics.”

You vaguely remember V mentioning a training compound, but you hadn’t taken much note of it, assuming you’d never have to set foot in it. The two of you take the elevator to the ground floor and make your way to the doors at the building’s backside. Lisa strides towards a warehouse a few hundred yards away with you in tow.

Inside, the air is heavy with sweat and grunts of exertion. A few men and women jog laps around a track, while others do weight work or practice hand-to-hand combat. You catch sight of V, clad in gray sweatpants and a striped tank top drenched in perspiration. He swings at Jun who dodges the punch gracefully and launches a kick that V avoids just as skillfully.

You hadn’t realized the two boys were so strong, but V’s arms flex formidably with hard-earned musculature and Jun’s shorts reveal toned calves worthy of envy. Out of instinct, Jun turns and catches you staring. You swallow hard and duck your head to hide the blush flowering in your cheeks. Jun laughs.

“Let’s break for a minute, Tae,” he says as V spots you. The two of them jog over.

“Y/N!” he calls happily as he comes to a stop breathlessly in front of you, his joy-filled smile breaking across his face. “Hey, Lisa. You working with Jungkook today?”

“Mm-hmm,” Lisa replies. “Thought I might as well take the opportunity to bring Y/N down here to start training.”

V purses his lips. “So soon? Do you think you’re ready to handle that, Y/N?”

“I-I guess so,” you stammer, still flustered. You scold yourself; you never used to be so easily rattled in the face of potential disaster, but you suppose things are different here amongst mobsters and murderers.

“She’ll be fine,” Jun insists. “Hoseok and I won’t run her into the ground on her first day. Come on, Y/N. Let’s go get you some gear and get started.” Jun flashes a grin and turns on his heel, motioning for you to follow. He takes you to a towering rack against the building’s east wall, and leans against the metal with his elbow as he scans the shelves critically. He pulls out a pair of sweatpants and a loose tank top. “Here you go. Ladies’ locker room’s here--” He points towards the door to the rack’s right. “--and I’ll meet you back here once you’ve changed. And don’t worry, these are clean.”

You thank Jun and disappear into the locker room to slip into the athletic clothes. When you come back out, he stands chatting with a boy about an inch taller than you with black hair molded off his forehead by a handful of gel.

“Y/N, this is Hoseok. The two of us are in charge of training rookies, so you’ll be under our supervision for the next few months.”

Hoseok eyes you skeptically, taking in your anxious figure. “You’re somaticizing.”

“What?” you ask, startled.

“You’re nervous, and it’s showing,” he clarifies with a smirk. You flush and avoid his gaze.

“It's alright, Y/N,” Jun chuckles. “You probably didn't expect to have to train alongside us, right?”

“I didn't think…” You bite your lip. “That I-I would...be, like, a part of the g-gang.”

Jun tentatively lays a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, don’t worry. You won't be going on missions with us. This is for your own safety. There'll be days when you'll be antsy, where you’ll want to get out and get back in the public. And those days will be dangerous because you'll be exposed. You need to know how to protect yourself.”

You sigh with relief, your eyes fluttering shut. “Oh.”

“You didn't really think we'd send you out to fight, did you?” Jun asks incredulously. “We didn’t bring you in here as a recruit. We wouldn’t trick you like that.”

There is vulnerability and honesty in his eyes, and you let yourself believe him.

He flicks his hair out of his eyes as he lets go of your shoulder and jerks his thumb behind him. “Come on. Let’s go establish some baselines.”

Jun accompanies you around the track for two laps, casually chatting with you, and while V, Annie, Jin, and the kitchen staff seem like they’ll ease your transition, it is Jun that you feel most comfortable around. Something about him is oddly authentic. Not that the others are liars, but Jun has an air about him like he has nothing to hide, like he would answer every question you asked him about the crimes he’s committed, the people he’s hurt. And there’s a certain calm you find in that.

“Is Jun your real name?”

“Yes. Junhui, actually, but Jun has been my name forever.” His voice is steady and controlled, while yours wavers as you struggle to draw in breath.

“Why the blue hair?” you pant out.

He chuckles lightly. “Why not?”

Hoseok isn’t nearly as personable, appraising you with a critical eye after each test. Something about his gaze makes you shy in your performance. You can lift thirty-five pounds, but with Hoseok watching you, your arms shake at fifteen. You catch him quirking a cruelly amused eyebrow at the sight, which makes your face redder with exertion and embarrassment.

When the evening rolls around, Hoseok dismisses you curtly. You flop down on a bench, breathing heavily. Jun sits beside you a moment later. He is back in his street clothes.

“You waited?” you pant out.

“Yeah, of course,” he replies with a kind smile. “Didn’t want to leave you all alone after Hoseok just worked you like that.”

You shake your head. “Yeah, what is his deal? He’s really prickly.”

Jun throws his head back and laughs. “Hoseok is one of the nicest people here.” You frown at Jun like he’s lost his mind. “Trust me. He’s just all business when it’s time to be all business.” You look over and see Hoseok chatting with Yoongi as they straighten up the weights station. Hoseok says something, and you see Yoongi smile for the first time. “Also, Yoongi is his best friend, so he’s probably had his opinion of you tainted prematurely.” You groan and put your head in your hands. Of course they were friends. “Don’t worry. If anyone can get over bias quickly, it’s Hobi. He’ll ease up on you soon. Really,” Jun reassures you, patting your knee. “You hungry?”

“I’m sweaty.”

Jun laughs again. “Then go hit the showers, and then we’ll get dinner.”

You nod, and make your way to locker room again. True to his word, Jun is still there when you reemerge, feeling much cleaner and, indeed, much hungrier. This time, he is talking to a black-haired man a little shorter than him.

“Ah, you ready now, Y/N?” Jun asks as you approach. The man he was talking to turns, and you recognize him as the other conversationalist from Namjoon’s office. He tilts his head and flashes you a sly, confident smile.

“Settling in okay, Y/N?” he asks in a gravelly baritone.

“Y-Yes,” you manage.

“Have you met Seungcheol?” Jun gestures to the man, who holds out a hand for you.

“Only briefly,” Seungcheol answers. You shake his hand with a firm grip.

“Seungcheol’s one of the big three,” Jun explains. “He’s the head of the covert operations division here. My division,” he adds with pride.

“Leader of the Intelligence Unit,” he says, tipping his head with a wink, “Choi Seungcheol. Ever at your service.”

“Well, it’s nice to officially be introduced, Seungcheol.” You return his charming grin with a much shyer smile. He withdraws his hand and slides it into the pocket of his black slacks. You don’t mean to look him up and down, but you take in his classy, well-dressed figure, tailored black shirt tucked into his ebony pants with a silver buckled belt. He radiates shadowy power. Seungcheol flicks his hair out of his eyes.

Jun claps his hands. “Dinner, everyone?”

The three of you chat casually as you walk to the mess. Much to your horror, Jun leads your small party to where Hoseok sits, Yoongi’s unreadable eyes flashing to your face as you seat yourself between Jun and Seungcheol. He casts his scrutiny back down to his food after an agonizing moment and doesn’t bring up the elephant resting in your past interactions and looming in your half of the present.

“It was a decent max, Y/N,” Hoseok says suddenly, drawing your attention to him. His eyes still hold that glimmer of analysis. “Not really good by most standards, but a decent starting point.” He takes a bite of his dinner and looks at Yoongi briefly with the hint of a mischievous smile. “You’d never be part of my team, that’s for sure.”

Being mocked restores some of your fighting spirit; you’d never been one to take condescension and patronizing lightly. You put your fork down deliberately and furrow your eyebrows. “And what team is it that you’re part of, exactly?”

Hoseok looks taken aback. “I’m the head of our Combat Unit,” he says matter-of-factly as he swallows.

You toss your hair, and Jun eyes you with surprise at your boldness. “The head of the Combat Unit? Because I’ve been told there’s only three bosses here, and if I recall, none of their names matched yours.”

Now it’s Yoongi’s turn to look surprised. He stares at you like you’ve just sprouted a third eye in the middle of your forehead.

The laugh that starts in Hoseok’s chest is small at first, almost dry and humorless, but it blossoms into a miniature fit of hysteria. He can barely get the words out between giggles. “The Combat Unit is a subunit of Seungcheol’s Intelligence Team.” You’re determined to keep your gaze fixed on Hoseok, but you see Seungcheol nod out of the corner of your eye in confirmation. “We’re the most elite group of fighters in Sigma, and I’m in charge of training every single member.” His laugh renews itself as embarrassment curls around your throat.

The leader of a damn subunit...the most elite subunit in all of Sigma.

Your hubris has cost you.

Cheeks burning, you sit up straighter at the table, determined to preserve the little bit of pride that remains in you. “Just because you can fight like a badass,” you mutter as you stab at a tomato in your salad, “doesn’t mean you have to be an ass to me.”

Seungcheol chokes on his drink, and Jun shoots you a look of bewilderment. Seungcheol throws an arm around your shoulder after he cleans his chin with a napkin.

“I like this one,” he laughs. Yoongi rolls his eyes with a scowl and goes back to ignoring your existence while Hoseok sniffs, gaze flitting unaffectedly across your face before he gives a brief smile and starts up a discussion with Jun.

You are grateful that Seungcheol monopolizes conversation time with you for the rest of dinner, but you can’t help but glance at Hoseok every few minutes, trying to convey how irritated he’s made you after only knowing you for a few hours.

You are surprised every time you lift your eyes to him that his gaze is already on you.

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Rescue (Chapter 8)

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summary:  When Soonyoung finally “agrees” to let Junhui get a dog for their apartment, he realizes that he needed something a little bit more than a puppy. Enter Minghao, the bona fide Bad Boy™ with tattoos and piercings. Oh, and he doodles puppies and kittens in their Probability and Confirmation class.

chapter 8: minghao

Minghao slammed the door shut loud enough that anybody four doors down could have heard him.

He didn’t care. He didn’t give a fuck. Screw them. Fuck them all. He hated people. He hated everything. So he slammed the door, threw his bag onto the floor next to the bed, and fell back against the reinforced door frame, his back sliding down until his ass was planted on the floor. Minghao balled his fists up, slamming his right fist against the wall next to the door frame with a loud bang. Fuck everyone.

Leaning forward into his knees, Minghao slammed his fist into the wall again. The apartment rattled, the rickety incandescent light bulb flickering. It wasn’t like Minghao was particularly strong -- more so that this motel was particularly shitty.

After screaming at Junhui and storming out of the shelter in front of his boss, his best friend, and his crush, he went to his other shelter. The homeless shelter . In a spat of irrational anger, emotions flooding out of him in such a vitriolic and negative way, he yanked out his battered textbooks from underneath his bed in his tiny room and pulled out plain-looking manilla envelope. His emergency fund. His rainy-day cash. His get-out-of-jail card, except the jail here was homelessness. Minghao weaseled out $380 he had stashed away, that he was saving up for first-month’s rent for an apartment, and stormed right back out of his room, leaving it in a complete mess.

He walked across town with $380 shoved in his pocket, hands jammed in his jacket, and a switchblade laced between his fingers just in case. He liked the cool embrace of the metal. Minghao didn’t have to use it; he had never needed to use it. But still, with his entire life savings (the money he had built up over the past few months of socking away Dokyeom’s shameful pittance) on his person, he needed to be careful. There was no way he was gonna let someone fuck with street trash like him and steal the only thing he ever worked for. Fuck that.

Nobody tried.

Nobody ever tried.

Minghao leaned to his left, the side of his body resting against the corner of the room. He was curled up in the fetal position, his balled-up fist falling from the wall to the floor, the $80 he had left crumpled up in his pocket squeezing against his chest. He blew one-quarter of his savings on a motel room for a week; he blew his only shot at getting better. The shelter was going to kick him out for not checking in over the next week, the university was going to kick him out for not passing his classes, Dokyeom was going to kick him out for having a second meltdown in such a short amount of time.

Junhui was going to kick him out of his life for being such a dick.

Fuck it. Fuck them. Fuck everything about them and everyone he’s ever known. He wanted to leave, to escape, to forget about all the people who hated him now. Mr. Choi, Dokyeom, Dino, Hansol, Seungkwan, Soonyoung, Joshua, Junhui -- all of them. Especially Junhui. All of them needed to fuck off, to leave him alone, to forget about the Minghao that they thought they knew and just fuck off forever. He raised his right fist again and slammed it against the wall again, much harder than the previous two times. Minghao pretended not to feel the numbing pain spreading through his hand and up his arm, juxtaposing it to the pain in his chest that hurt more.

Fuck Junhui.

Fuck Junhui.

Fuck Junhui.

The adrenaline started waning, the knot in his throat growing, the deep-seeded regret remaining. Minghao felt like he was gasping for air. He was such a fuck-up that he couldn’t even breathe right, his labored inhales and exhales betraying his fuck-them-all attitude. He was so angry -- but not at them. Not at Dino or Dokyeom or Joshua or Junhui. No, for the umpteenth fucking time, he was angry at himself.

He took his fist from the wall and slammed it against his leg, ignoring the pain he felt in his shin and the pain he felt in his hand, focusing on the pain he felt in his heart. The pain that came from taking the essence of all of his anger and directing it at himself for being such a shitty friend and human being in general. He wasn’t angry at Dino for pushing him, at Dokyeom for believing in him, at Joshua for trying with him, or Junhui for fucking existing. No, he was angry at himself for taking all of his friends, taking all the people who believed in him and shoving them away with his shitty actions and shitty words and shitty feelings. He was angry at himself for never being good enough.

Frankly, he didn’t deserve Wen Junhui.

Everything was his fault. He was trying to be someone who he wasn’t. He wasn’t good enough to go to college or to volunteer at the shelter.

And he certainly wasn’t good enough for Wen Junhui.

“Fuck Junhui,” he murmured to himself.

He didn’t deserve Wen Junhui’s dimples, his beautiful brown eyes, and certainly not his goddamn brilliant smile. He didn’t deserve Junhui’s dorky laugh and how it echoed through the room because it was so loud. He didn’t deserve Junhui’s breathless stammering, how he could endearingly stumble over his words. He didn’t deserve Junhui’s intelligence or his thoughtfulness or his patience. And he definitely didn’t deserve any crush that Junhui might have been harboring for him.

At least that crush was as good as gone now.

Minghao’s brain ached from thinking about this so much. He forced himself up and sauntered over to the lone bed in his tiny motel room. Nearly tripping over his bag, he fell onto his bed -- his bed for the next six days -- with a thud. He’d never slept on a queen bed before. Something about starting now didn’t make him feel any better, though.

Each passing moment just seemed to make him more upset. He decided that he needed to order food, so he pulled out his phone. Scrolling through his notifications, it seemed like Dino had tried texting him 15 times in the past few hours. The first texts were short and mildly concerned, but each passing text got longer and longer, sappier and sappier. By the end, Dino’s texts had gotten shorter again ending with “ Hao please text me.”

“Fuck you, Dino” he murmured, believing that if he said it that it might actually change how he felt. Maybe if he told Dino to fuck off, it might actually change the two conflicting feelings that were gnawing at him: that he would give anything to have Dino with him right now telling him everything would be alright or that he would give anything to have Dino forget everything about him so that he couldn’t be such a shitty friend to him. Minghao shook his head and Googled a pizza place. He squirmed $20 out of his pocket and ordered two large meat-heavy pizzas, eating away at more of his emergency fund.

Not that any of that mattered anymore.

*

Fine. Fucking fine .

Minghao was chewing on his bottom lip as he stared at his phone, scrolling through five new texts from Dino. He was now on Day 5 of staying at the motel, and he had amassed something like forty more unanswered texts from Dino. Finally -- finally -- he decided to answer his friend. He would never admit that he read every single text that Dino had sent him, nearly crying every time Dino brought up something about their friendship, like that one time a puppy got so excited when he saw Minghao that he decided to pee all over him. He desperately wanted Dino to give up, but he knew better; he knew that his friend never would. It wasn’t like Dino to give up, especially to give up on Hao.

So when he finally decided to answer, he wasn’t entirely surprised when Dino practically leapt through his phone, spamming Minghao with thirty texts in two minutes. A wall of all-caps flooded his phone; emoji-laden, exclamation-point heavy, sappy Dino texts talking about how worried he was and how he wanted nothing more than to get a response and how happy he was to hear back from him. After days of wallowing in a thoroughly-depressed pizza-fueled Mopehao state, Minghao couldn’t fight the smile spreading across his face.

Dino was insisting that he see Minghao, to make sure he was alright. Before Minghao could respond, he had already suggested a diner near campus and a time: in a few hours at 7pm. It wasn’t like Minghao had plans -- he had spent the past few days binge-watching TV on the shitty cathode-ray-tube TV in his motel room and eating pizza and Thai food and other horribly-greasy take-out entrees for every meal. Maybe diner food would make for a nice break. Besides, he had $20 of his original $380 left. It hurt to think about how he’d blown through months of saving in five days.

Minghao shook his head, filled his bag up with his clothes, grabbed his blade, and started the long walk to the other side of town.

*

By the time he made it to the diner, it was almost 7pm. He paused at the door, second-guessing whether he should even bother with this. He didn’t have to. But Dino deserved this, he reasoned. Dino deserved to see him after all the effort he went through to get Minghao to open back up.

Upon entering the diner, Minghao immediately spotted Dino’s mop of brown hair at one of the booths, sidling past the waitresses’ stand and quickly tapping Dino on the shoulder. Dino immediately whipped around, a huge beaming smile plastered on his face while he basically exploded out of the booth to tightly wrap his arms around Minghao’s back under his bag, pulling him in for a long, unending hug. Minghao smiled, hugging Dino back.

“I was so worried,” Dino choked out, his head resting against Minghao’s chest. “So, so worried.”

“I’m sorry,” he offered, thinking -- knowing -- that it wasn’t good enough.

“Where did you even go?” Dino asked. Minghao started pivoting around the smaller brunette, moving closer to the other side of the booth.

“It doesn’t matter,” he answered, slowly breaking the hug so he could toss his backpack toward the end of the booth and sit down. Dino took a seat opposite of him, his sweet toothy smile remaining. The younger boy slid a plain white mug filled to the brim with coffee across the table.

“You didn’t have to,” Minghao softly countered, eyeing it warily.

“It was 99 cents.”

Minghao paused. “Fair enough.”

“You haven’t been going to class. Or the shelter. Or the other shelter.”

“I don’t know if I want to go back to any of them,” he calmly replied, keeping his eyes locked with Dino’s. His friend furrowed his brow and frowned, setting his coffee down.

“But why!” Dino exclaimed, more loudly than Minghao would’ve liked. Not that there was ever a time where he wouldn’t appreciate Dino being a little quieter. “We’ve all missed you,” Dino continued, “and we all want you to come back!”

Minghao cocked an eyebrow. “Everyone?” he quizzed.

“Yes! Everyone!” Dino sat up a little bit. “Your tutor Joshua dropped by the other day to check in because he hadn’t seen you in a while. Dokyeom really wants you to come back to the shelter because the rescues are getting restless without you around. Seungkwan said he missed you a little because you ‘make me less loud.’ And I miss you a whole lot because you’re my best friend!”

Minghao scoffed, his attention hanging on every sentence, silently and secretly hoping for any mention of Junhui. He felt his heart deflate when Dino finished, but there wasn’t anything about Junhui. I should be happy that my friends care about me, he mused, but that didn’t stop him from feeling a little depressed about the whole thing. He wanted Junhui to miss him. He wanted Junhui to be thinking about him, to be talking about him, to be falling for him just as hard he was falling for Junhui. He wanted Junhui.

Dino must have noticed.

“I think Junhui misses you too.”

His expression darkened, but his heart leapt. He fought back the happiness bubbling up, trying to play it down. “And how could you possibly know that,” he interrogated.

Before Dino could answer, an awkward-sounding cough came a few feet away from their booth. Both Dino and Minghao looked over at the source of the cough.

“You came!” Dino shouted, beaming again.

“You invited Soonyoung!?” Minghao interjected, glaring at Dino across the booth.

“You didn’t tell him?” Soonyoung dryly asked, glancing over at Dino.

“Okay okay okay,” Dino answered, sliding over in the booth a little to let Soonyoung sit down. “First off, you wouldn’t have come if I told you that Soonyoung would be here,” his friend accused, wagging a finger in his direction. He then shifted to pointing at Soonyoung “And you need to tell him about Junhui because he’ll never believe me.”

Soonyoung shook his head, looking down a little. He acquiesced, though, plopping into the booth with Dino. It took every bit of willpower Minghao had not to leave right then and there -- this was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now, even if he wanted to know everything about Junhui. E-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g.

“So you invited Junhui’s roommate, boyfriend, friend-with-benefits, whatever,” Minghao fumed.

“Roommate, yes,” Soonyoung answered before Dino could open his mouth. “Friend-with-benefits… ew. And no.”

“Ew!? ” he incredulously parroted.

“Wow, you really do love him,” Soonyoung flatly replied, with Minghao immediately death-staring back. Was he that obvious? “But, yeah, ‘ew.’ He’s my best friend and roommate, but nothing more than that.”

“But!” Dino cut in, his expression hopeful. “As his best friend, you’re basically an expert on Junhui. Right?”

“Right.” Soonyoung agreed, nodding while Dino took a sip of his coffee. Minghao squirmed uncomfortably, watching this conversation play out in real time, watching all the scenarios he had played out in his head eliminated in real-time. What if Junhui really was interested in him? He shook his head -- there was no way that was true, even if he desperately wanted it to be true.

“So, as our Junhui expert, does Junhui miss Minghao?”

Soonyoung shifted in his seat. “Well, he hasn’t said that in as many words…”

“See!” Minghao interrupted, feeling like this was his out. He started to pull out of the booth, but Soonyoung kept talking.

“... But, he’s certainly acted like it,” Soonyoung continued. Minghao stopped in his tracks, reluctantly falling back into his booth seat. “The day when, well, whatever happened at the rescue shelter, Junhui came home and basically didn’t leave his room for three days. The only way I could coax him out was by making him come get his food in the kitchen, not that he’d say anything about what happened. He eventually moped his way out of his room and started going to class again.”

“Oh,” Minghao breathed out. “That doesn’t sound like he cares.”

“Listen here, you little shit,” Soonyoung immediately countered. “Junhui may get on my nerves sometimes, but I swear to god I have never seen him like this. For like the past month, he’s been obsessed with you. He dresses up more on days when he has that one class with you. He goes to the shelter even though he has no reason to go there anymore. He asked whether I knew you and then extracted every bit of information I had on you. Sometimes Junhui’s annoying, but whatever you did, his heart was fucking broken for like a week.”

Minghao looked down and away from Soonyoung, focusing on the chip on his coffee mug’s handle. Anything but Soonyoung. However, Soonyoung tutted, leaning back in his seat.

“Was,” Dino repeated, earning a confused look from Minghao. “You said his heart was broken.”

Soonyoung sighed. “Right.”

“S-so he’s moved on?” Minghao squeaked out.

“No, dumbass,” Junhui’s roommate bitingly replied. “Do you know how many damn vague ‘advice’ questions I’ve gotten from him about you the past few days? He thinks that I don’t know who he’s asking about or why he’s asking, but I’m not stupid. Like three or four days after your fight or whatever, he seemed a lot better. He started making his own meals, thank god. He started going to class. And then, yeah, I got these… these vague-asks about who I can only assume is you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you! I don’t know what you did or how you did it, but for some inexplicable reason, Junhui likes you.”

“And you like him,” Dino added, smiling at Minghao. He glared at his best friend and then moved his attention back to Soonyoung.

“You better no--”

“-- Like hell I’m getting in the middle of this,” Soonyoung complained. “One of you will get over your inferiority complex eventually and spill the beans.”

Dino giggled while Minghao’s eyes narrowed at Soonyoung.

“Now,” Soonyoung started, getting up out of the booth. “If that’s all, I’ve gotta go home and try to study. And probably answer some questions about ‘what I would do about a boy who I really liked but who I think hates me.’”

Soonyoung left in a huff, and Dino slid back over to the middle of the booth, taking another sip from his coffee once he was directly across from Minghao. Meanwhile, he didn’t want to say anything. At all. He didn’t want to acknowledge the idea that Junhui might actually like him, even after all of his fuck-ups. He didn’t deserve Junhui despite how much he wanted him.

“So,” Dino finally said. “Do you believe me now that everyone misses you?”

“I think I hate you with a burning passion,” Minghao deadpanned, looking away.

“I’m sure that’ll go away when you finally work it out with your lover-boy.”

Minghao scoffed, getting up from the booth. “I doubt it,” he answered, leaving Dino alone at their table with his untouched cup of coffee.

He slung his bag over his shoulder and strided out the door. As soon as he was outside, Minghao decided to start walking toward the shelter, hoping that he’d still have a room.

And maybe hoping that things with Junhui would work out too.

[woozibby]

Mr Detective; 2

- Mr Detective

- SVT X BTS AU ( X FEM Reader)

- Chapters will be posted every Monday

- Contains death, bad language, murder, kidnapping, bodily harm.

PLEASE DONT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED IN ANY WAY OR DO NOT LIKE THIS SORT OF STUFF

intro | 1 | 2 | 3 |

I was the first person in the office. The only person who seemed to be around was DK, and even though it was so early, it was like he had all the energy of the world.

I placed the tray of coffees I had brought onto Namjoon's desk and sat down in the chair next to it.

Pulling out my notebook, I flipped to the page that had little notes and doodles about how the place looked. Going back to writing notes, it wasn't long before the door opened and Wonwoo appeared.

"Morning" I smile, pointing to the coffees. "I brought you guys some coffee"

Wonwoo smiles, picking up the one with his name on. He took a sip and his smile beamed.

"My favourite! How did you know?" Giggling to myself, I shrug.

"Oh nothing, I just guessed" Actually, I asked DK when I left yesterday.

"That's awesome! Thanks (Y/N)!"

"That's okay"

Wonwoo went and sat down at his desk, placing some of his things on the table, and turning on his computer. I make a face to myself, trying to decide if I should ask him some questions before I can even move I hear a chuckle escape him.

"What do you want to ask?" I look at him, and he has one eyebrow raised and is sending me a smile.

"Huh?"

"You have that look on your face"

"What look?"

"Like you want to ask questions" A smile and laugh awkwardly, nodding slightly.

"Yeah I do actually"

"Well," Wonwoo starts, patting on the chair next to his desk. "What do you want to ask?"

I smile wide, and quickly change seats, so I was now sitting next to Wonwoo. I flick to a clean page in my notebook and click my pen.

"So, how do you feel about working here?" I see Wonwoo make a face to himself, as he racks through his brain about how to answer.

"I love it, I love being there for people and helping" Wonwoo starts, "But I also love being able to put away the bad people and proving the innocent as innocent" I nod as he talks, noting down what he's saying, a small smile appearing on my lips.

"Are there any times you regret becoming a detective?" Wonwoo nods straight away.

"There are always times you think to yourself and you're like why this? Out of everything out there, why did you pick this? I get that sometimes, I get worried something will happen and I won't be able to the people I love most again" Wonwoo sighs, his face sinking into a frown. "Not being able to see the person I love ever again is what terrifies me the most in life"

"Who do you love?" I ask Wonwoo starts to smile again.

"My boyfriend" Wonwoo nods, and my smile widens.

"Tell me about him" I close my notebook, and place it on his desk so I could listen to his better and focus on him.

"He's 21, he wants to own a restaurant" He laughs, "We meet a few years ago through friends, and just instantly connected, we've been together for about a year"

"That's adorable!" I giggle, smiling like an idiot. Wonwoo laughs too, a pink blush on his cheeks.

"Are you with anyone?" He asks, and I shake my head.

"Me? No" I laugh. "I'm too awkward for that"

"Or you just haven't found the right person yet?" Wonwoo questions, and I shrug. "Or you're too focused on your studies"

"That too"

"Have you been in a relationship?" I nod, my smile dropping.

"Yeah, back when I started uni" I laugh, shaking my head.

"Something bad happened?"

"I feel like bad would be an understatement, but maybe that's just me overreacting"

"What happened?"

"We were together from about the end of high school, to around the end of the first year of uni, so just about over a year" I started, I started to fiddle with the ring on my finger, to keep me distracted- or occupied, whatever you wanted to phrase it. "And once uni started, I got focused on my work and I wasn't the party type either so I wouldn't go to parties, so we started to drift which wasn't surprising to be honest because we were totally two different people with two completely different sources of interest..." I blabbered on, making Wonwoo send me a look.

"You're babbling" I let out a sigh, nodding.

"I know"

"Well," Wonwoo said in a soft voice, "What happened"

"He started cheating on me, even with people I was closest with because to him, I wasn't being a good girlfriend and being giving enough so he had a 'valid reason' to cheat on me" I scoff, blinking rapidly. "So I decided to focus more on my studies, and to make sure I could do whatever I needed to let my dreams come true" I looked to Wonwoo, and he's frowning. I let out a breath, shook my head and forced a smile. "And now I'm here, I'm on my final year and I get to be on placement with a bunch of awesome detectives, and the other one" I laugh, and Wonwoo starts to smile.

"Well, first off, that guy sounds like an asshole and I'm sure you won't ever be a bad girlfriend, especially if you're so focused on your dream"

"Thank you"

"its okay" I let out another sigh, before looking at Wonwoo and changing my mood completely, so I didn't seem like I was feeling down.

"What do you thinks going to happen today?"

"To be honest, anything, I can't describe how unpredictable it is here"

"Is everything really that hectic here?" Wonwoo nods.

"Life of a detective and the station, you never know what's going to happen" Laughing, Wonwoo types in his password for his computer, and the screen turns into a photo of Wonwoo and his boyfriend smiling happily at the camera. "It's an adventure every day"

The room soon turns to silence, not a silence where it was awkward or uncomfortable, but a silence where it was nice, and it was understanding. I felt like I had grown a lot closer to Wonwoo even though I hadn't known him very long. I felt like I was going to grow close to everyone here in some way, even if they –he- didn't want to.

After a while, the other detectives started to arrive; first Namjoon, his hair seems to be still in a mess from waking up, but his best dress shirt and trousers were on, and his badge was again on his hip.

"Morning Namjoon"

"Morning (Y/N), Wonwoo," He noticed the coffee and looked between us. "Coffee?"

"(Y/N) brought them!" Wonwoo smiled, sipping again at his. "She even guessed our favourites"

Namjoon picked his up, sipped at it and hummed in gratefulness and sat down at his desk.

"Just what the doctor ordered so early in the morning, thank you (Y/N)" I smiled, as Namjoon met it.

"It's fine, it's the least I could do" I made a realisation that by the time, Namjoon had arrived, the coffees may have gotten colder. "Oh, sorry if they've gone a bit cold, I was here a bit early"

"It's okay (Y/N), they're still a perfect temperature"

"When do you think Yoongi and Seungcheol will get here?" I ask, and Namjoon shrugs.

"Yoongi should get here soon, whereas Seungcheol, he'll get here anytime between now and ten o'clock"

"Why does he get here so late?" I ask, generally intrigued.

"Oh, he just has some stuff to do before coming in, so it's okay" I nod and make a face to myself.

"I'm going to go get a drink for myself, but I'll be back soon"

"Okay, be careful" Wonwoo smiles, and I smile back.

"I will be, you guys want or need anything?"

"No, we're okay here" Namjoon replies. I nod and take my purse from out of my bag and head to the door.

"I'll be back soon"

I heard their replies and closed the door behind me. I make my way down the hallways and smile at DK once I get to the front desk.

"Hello Dokyeom" His smile is still beaming, and he's sitting with his laptop in front of him behind the desk.

"(Y/N)! Hello!"

"I'm going out to get a drink, do you want anything?" DK's smile somehow brightens even more and he nods.

"If you don't mind, can I have a drink please?"

"Yeah, that's fine, any certain thing you want?"

"Can I just have a soda please" I nod, and raise a thumbs up.

"Okay! I'll be back soon!"

"Be safe!"

Giggling to myself, I exit the building and raise an eyebrow when I see Seungcheol get out what seems to be his car, along with a boy who seemed a bit younger than myself. The way Seungcheol was smiling was something I had never seen before, he looked different to how he looked inside, how he looked as detective Choi Seungcheol. The boy smiled, before hugging Seungcheol and walked off to the direction of where the nearest school was located.

I take a breath, hiding my face, and changing my course quickly so Seungcheol were to not notice me. I look between my fingers and see him shaking his head slightly. Did he notice me? I had no idea, and I really didn't want to know, he already hated me enough, I sure didn't need him to have more reasons to.

Without looking back, I made my way to shop and bought what I needed to buy.

I bought a drink for me, a drink for DK, and I know Namjoon said they were fine, but I still bought them all little snacks and a drink for later so they wouldn't forget to eat when they were working so hard.

Paying for everything, and putting them in a bag, I headed back to the station, wondering if anything had happened in the time I was gone.

When I did arrive back, after giving DK his drink, the only other person to arrive while I was gone was Detective Sleepy, aka, Min Yoongi.

His coffee was on his desk, and his head on resting on his arms like usual.

"Hello, I'm back" I giggled, and both Namjoon and Wonwoo smiled.

"Hello!"

I clicked my finger, and pointed to Yoongi and directed a question to the two other men.

"Sleeping?" All they did was a nod in reply. "I don't know why I asked" I laughed, and sat back down in the chair next to Wonwoo's desk. Placing the paper bag in my lap, I started to fish everything out.

"Now I know you guys said you didn't need anything, but I wanted to get something just in case you guys got too busy later" I placed four drinks, and four cartons of food onto the desk. "Now, I'm not sure what you guys liked so I picked a bunch of stuff and you can pick what you want to eat"

I heard Namjoon click his tongue, and come over and stand behind me, resting his hand on the back of the chair.

"Honestly, you spoil us" I laugh in response, and shake my head.

"It's okay honestly" I take my own drink from out of the bag and open it, taking a large gulp. "Now this will always be the best drink ever made," I say to myself, and Namjoon moves so he could see the can in my hand.

"Strawberry milk?"

"A gift given to us by the gods, the milk gods" Suddenly, a chuckle comes from Yoongi's corner of the room and we turn to see his head up off of his arms, and he's looking at us from above his computer screen.

"You're really something special you know that?" I laugh too.

"I know that, and thank you"

"Thank you for the coffee too, by the way, my favourite kind"

"I'm glad you like it" I smile at him, and he returns it.

"I love it" I continue to smile to myself, and Yoongi speaks up again. "I heard Wonwoo say you guessed our favourite types of coffee" I go to speak but get cut off before I can even start.

"She didn't guess, she asked DK about them last night" Seungcheol appears from the doorway, avoiding all eye contact with me, and sitting down at his desk.

"Did you really ask DK?" Namjoon asks, and I nodded.

"Yeah, I wanted to do something nice for you guys" I explain, shrugging slightly. "Sorry if you thought it was weird"

"It was weird" Seungcheol replies, his eyes focused on his computer.

"We didn't think it was weird," Namjoon says, sending a glare to Seungcheol, "Thank you for even considering getting us coffee in the morning" I smile sheepishly.

"It's okay"

The room soon turned to silence again, but not like last time, this time since Seungcheol was in the room it was different like there was an edge. I knew he didn't like me, like reporters, but this was just unnecessary, all I tried to do was be kind to them, and all he thought it was, was weird.

"Well we have a lot of work to do today," Namjoon says breaking the silence. "So let's get to it"

 I sent a glare to Seungcheol's desk, as I was standing next to Namjoon. I hear him chuckle, and he turns to me, a coffee cup in hand.

"Nothing going to help by just standing there and glaring"

"Maybe if I concentrate enough his head will explode," I say, keeping my gaze on Seungcheol's desk.

"This isn't Star Wars-..."

"Star Trek" Namjoon sighs.

"Whatever, either way, nothing will get better by just standing here and trying to make his head explode with your mind"

"When you said he was a handful you weren't lying"

"I did warn you"

"I don't know what I expected, I should have seen it coming" I mumbled, running a hand through my hair.

"He'll warm up to you eventually..." Namjoons sighs "...hopefully,"

"I don't think you could warm him up if you lit his ass on fire" Yoongi appears beside me.

"Then what can I do to actually make him acknowledge me?" I ask, not really aiming the question at anyone.

"Not be a reporter?" Yoongi suggests.

"I'm not a reporter!"

"Are you sure about that?" Seungcheol suddenly butts in, looking over to us from just above his computer screen. "You're here to learn to be a reporter and how to not give the truth, whatever gets the views" his face shows no emotions, I cross my arms over my chest, as I feel my blood start to boil.

"I am here on placement to learn about how people act in a workplace and how I can write about it"

"Basically the same thing," Seungcheol rolls his eyes, and sends me a glare. "but you want to be a reporter right?"

"Why are you so stubborn?!"

"I'm not stubborn, I just know the facts!" I scoff a laugh and return his glare.

"Oh, you know the facts?" I fake laughter. "Hilarious"

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Moving between three departments in two months because of bad behaviour towards reporters?" I continue to fake laughter, but my glare instantly snaps back. "You're so great at the facts and how to act towards people, just brilliant" I roll my eyes and speak sarcastically.

"How did you know about all that?!"

"I do what 'reporters'..." I finger quote the word reporters, "do best, research"

"You're unbelievable" Seungcheol shakes his head, as he clicks his tongue.

"Oh, I'm unbelievable?"

"You are!" Seungcheol yells, and I roll my eyes.

"Believe what you want"

Before Seungcheol can go to talk again, Namjoon cuts in. This is the first time I've ever heard him yell.

"Goddamn! That's enough!" His face looked completely different to how it normally looked, His bright and caring smile replaced with annoyance and rage. "I don't care if you guys don't like each other, you're working together end of story!"

"I never said I didn't like him!" I stated, crossing my arms over my chest. "It pisses me off he treats me like I'm nothing"

Namjoon sends a look to Seungcheol, causing him to roll his eyes.

"Seungcheol..." Namjoon hisses and Seungcheol lets out a puff of annoyance.

"Fine, I'll work with you, but it doesn't mean I like you nor do I like that you're a reporter" Seungcheol mutters, keeping his eyes away from any of us.

"But-..." Namjoon cuts me off with a look, letting out a sigh, I nod. "Okay, that's fine"

"Let's all work nicely together because next time I won't be so nice about it" Namjoon glances between us, raising an eyebrow, almost like he was daring us to try and do or say something.

I just nod in response. I felt like my voice had disappeared, and that I couldn't utter a word.

"I have to go do something," Seungcheol told Namjoon, and he nodded quickly.

"Be back straight after"

"Okay" With that final word, Seungcheol left the room and disappeared for a while.

I didn't move for a moment or two, unsure of what to do or where to go. Namjoon sighed, placed his hand on my shoulder and looked at me.

"I'm sorry if I frightened you" I shook my head, finally looking up at him.

"You didn't frighten me, I'll admit it was sudden, but it didn't frighten me"

"Okay" Namjoon nodded, moving his hand he pointed to Seungcheol's desk. "You should probably sit next to his desk, it'll get easier soon"

"I will"

"You just gotta power through it, he'll warm up to you eventually trust me" I look to Namjoon, and tilt my head slightly.

"How are you so sure he will?"

"Because I know what Seungcheol's like, yes he's a bit stubborn and hard-headed, but he'll come to his senses" Namjoon explains, he moved his arms out to his sides, showing the room. "It took him a while to get used to being here, but he warmed up to it, so he'll warm up to you as well"

A small smile appeared on my face, as I nod. Grateful to Namjoon, even though I hadn't known him long, he always knew what to say to cheer me up- maybe that was because of his role as a detective, to make grieving families happier again, to make them not as sad and to tell them everything was going to be okay.

"Okay, thank you Namjoon"

"Anytime (Y/N), anytime"

"Why are you doing this?" The tears collected in her eyes. She was struggling at the rope that bound her wrists to the chair. "Why me?" Her breath sharpened as he took a step from out of the darkness.

The smirk she has seen when she first woke up in the strange place, was still present on his face.

His knees clicked as he bent down in front of her. He let out a soft sigh, and brought up his hand, brushing his fingers through her hair, picking up some that had stuck to her forehead as she sat in fear.

"Because you'll be my next project"