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a little bit.

// a little drabble i wrote to make up for how long i’ve been gone;; i haven’t written in a very long time so please excuse if it’s not that great~~

// warnings: ANGST, mentions of alcohol, mentions of cigarettes, mention of couples fighting, kind of unrequited love??, cursing

// sneak peek: “Bullshit.” You call out. “How long have you been holding those words in your head, hoping to use them? You don’t love me.” You begin to turn, hoping to walk away, but a new surge of bitter angriness fills your mouth and you stop to look over your shoulder. “If this is reality, I’m not interested.” And then you actually walk away, watching your feet hit the sidewalk a few times before there’s a tight grip on your wrist, suddenly pulling you back.

// wonwoo x reader

// word count: 1578

The air hits hard at your face, whipping your hair around into a wild, heaping mess and making your eyes burn and sting with each long stride of your running. You can barely breathe, and you’re gasping for oxygen, your lungs asking—begging—for just a little bit more breath. But you can’t allow that. You won’t allow it—not now that you’ve carried yourself so far out into the street.

This has, ultimately, become a routine. Ever since you left Wonwoo standing alone and in angry tears in what used to be your shared bedroom, you’ve gone running every evening to burn the memories of the happy times with gasping breath and tired, blotching nausea. It’s been two weeks since your big fight, and you still can’t get over the feeling of his lips against your neck, the sight of his skin underneath your fingertips.

But the thing is, you’ve turned into a statue, and it makes you feel depressed.

There’s no saving you from the memories that are Wonwoo—his vague scent of lavender laundry detergent and freshly baked goods. His grin of pearly white teeth that scrunch his nose into the cutest facial expression you’ve witnessed. The feel of his jackets around your body on cold winter days, and even moreso the feeling of Wonwoo himself around your body every day.

But you can’t get over it—you just can’t. You wish you could forgive Wonwoo, but there are no means in which what happened two weeks ago could ever be forgiven or forgotten. You realize that people hesitate, they change. Whether they be for the better or worse is a matter of circumstances. But how can you not tell someone you love them back?

You stop running; you can’t quite do it anymore. Your breath is ragged and loud in the orange of the setting sun, and you can see nothing but splotches of black everywhere, too tired—too exhausted—to keep on going. Leaning against a nearby building, you feel the brick crumble between your fingers as you support your whole being on it.

And for a long time, you just stay there. You listen to your heavy breathing and reminisce memories of Wonwoo, not being able, for the fourteenth day, to forget about the boy who’s broken you in like an expensive pair of shoes, knowing your every crevice and crack, holding you in his hands for events beyond nerve-wracking. But then there’s the sound of a voice—a boy’s voice. One you know too well, even in its condition right now of gravel and utterly ragged mess of octaves.

“Hey,” God, how you hate that voice. You lift your forehead from where you’ve been leaning it against the wall, and when you turn, you find Wonwoo in absolute ruins. And the only thing you can think is God, how you love that boy.

“How did you find me?” You find your breathing is still rough and heavy, your voice coming out in short breaths as your lungs crave to find oxygen. Perhaps, the voice in the back of your head thinks, we can find that oxygen in Wonwoo’s lips. But Wonwoo only breaths a short hum, a clipped laugh leaving his lips before he looks up as if he’s trying to stop himself from crying.

“It’s not hard to spot you in a crowd. Not when I’m so in love with you.” There’s a look of hope behind his eyes like he’s begging you to forgive him, but a sour tasting bitterness fills your mouth before you can stop to think of the sweet taste of Wonwoo’s lips.

“Bullshit.” You call out. “How long have you been holding those words in your head, hoping to use them? You don’t love me.” You begin to turn, hoping to walk away, but a new surge of bitter angriness fills your mouth and you stop to look over your shoulder. “If this is reality, I’m not interested.” And then you actually walk away, watching your feet hit the sidewalk a few times before there’s a tight grip on your wrist, suddenly pulling you back.

You don’t have to turn to know that it’s Wonwoo, and you roll your eyes as you willingly let the boy turn you around so you can face each other.

Wonwoo looks hurt. His entire expression is that of a wounded puppy, and he’s never looked so desperate before. As it is, his clothes are tattered and baggy around his shape—not the usual clean look he knows you like him to wear. And he reeks of alcohol with an accompanying fragrance of cigarette smoke surrounding his entire being.

“Y/N,” Wonwoo begins. You’ve never heard your name leave his mouth so sadly and desperately before. “Please. Heaven knows I’m miserable now.” You scoff, your gaze still burning with the same hatred you felt two weeks ago after your fight.

“Well, that makes two of us. Grow up, Wonwoo.” You wiggle your arm which is still grasped by Wonwoo, but the boy doesn’t budge.

“Do you think of me?” He asks instead, desperate and relentless to get answers out of you. You bite your lower lip, not wanting Wonwoo to see through you. Yes, you think of him, the voice says again in your head. You think of his lips, his jaw, his voice. You think of his body, and how great it would be to have him next to you again. You think of his laugh and voice, your name coming from his lips, quiet groans and whimpers in the middle of the night. You think of his flushed body above yours, and the sweat that trickles down his spine. You think of his arms and how comforting his hand feels on yours. You think of him all the time. You think of how you love him. Tell him.

“No.” You lie, and your heart shatters just a little bit more than it did two weeks ago. “I’m over you, Wonwoo. I don’t think of you.”

“Bullshit,” Wonwoo says now, his nose crinkling in disbelief. “You fuckin’ miss me.” You’re both quiet for the longest time, and you take the opportunity to savor the feeling of his fingers on your wrist. After all, you’re not sure when you’ll be able to feel that again. “Are you,” Wonwoo suddenly speaks. He decides to pause, licks his lips with the smallest expression of freight. “Are you… sad?” He pauses once more. “You can lie to me if it’s easier for you.” It’s your turn to lick your lips now, and you avoid Wonwoo’s gaze, staring at the ground, staring at his shoes.

“If I say I’m not sad, I am denying a whole universe inside of me.” It’s now that you realize you’re crying. You feel tears run down your face for the first time and taste salt as they slip past your lips. You choke back a sob and clear your throat, trying to stop yourself from crying any longer. It doesn’t work.

“Hey,” Wonwoo begins, and he grabs ahold of your chin, tilting your face upwards so your eyes finally meet. “Why are you sad? Don’t be sad, please.” You can’t help yourself anymore, and you let yourself loudly sob, your throat aching with each cry.

“Why don’t you love me back? You let the question that’s been burning holes in your mind for two weeks now finally slip, and Wonwoo looks guilty and ready to cry himself.

“But… But I do love you, Y/N.” You shake your head, taking a few shuddering breaths before speaking some more. 

“I told you I loved you two weeks ago for the first time, Wonwoo. I was so sure you would say it back, but… but you just stood there for a whole minute! You didn’t say anything back, and when I asked you why, all you could do was shake your fucking head. Don’t you understand, Wonwoo? I loved you! I gave you everything I ever had! I let you take my heart, and you never gave me yours. How could you do that to me?” Wonwoo swallows the lump in his throat, rubs his thumb underneath your eyes to rid of the tears.

“I love you, Y/N. Okay? I was… I was shocked. Nobody’s ever loved me before, and that’s all I ever wanted you to do. I think… I think I try too hard. How I look, what I do, what I’m saying. And no matter how much I tell myself to ease up around you, I feel like if I do, you might leave… I don’t want you to leave Y/N. Not today, not two weeks ago, not ever. I love you with everything I have in my entire being. But when you said it first, I couldn’t help but think you were lying to me, denying a whole century of words and feelings I could never say out loud to you. Don’t you ever think for a one moment that I don’t love you? I will always love you. Always, until the day the universe denies us the right to fucking live. Do you understand?”

And, somehow, you do. Wonwoo’s always been a mess of words—lost between being sentimental and confused. He doesn’t know how to separate his sentences into loving and coherent. But this finally makes sense to you, and you do. You do understand.

You nod and taste salty tears in your mouth, Wonwoo’s sweet words, and your shared bitter love.

//admin miely//

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A Winter Collab??

Hello my loves!

We have been talking with the admins of @promisesvt about doing a writing collab. There would be a thing for each member of Seventeen, basically, and we were wondering if it would be something you’d like?

//admin cora//

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Baby Blue

// a quick drabble inspired by late conversations in cheap diners with dark haired boys. i just wanted to write wonwoo ok im sorry

// warnings: heartache??? it’s just after a breakup so, a little bit of fluff, lots of roasting wonwoo

// sneak peek: “You’re testing my emotional bounds here, baby blue.” He pauses, takes a moment to drink the suspicious beverage in his white mug. After a moment, he speaks again. “I stopped caring a long, long time ago.”

// wonwoo x reader

// word count: 1,140

   The car ride is silent, the night out even more so, and you have a hard time breathing as your grip on the steering wheel tightens, vision blurry as you keep your eyes on the road.

   You’re crying.

   At first, you can’t really tell, but then you’re almost blinded by the tears, and they’re spilling down your face like a damn waterfall. A lump in your throat is choking you, and your heart and stomach wrench at the same time, a familiar sense of sadness hurting you with painful stabs.

   For the fourth time, you know your current relationship is unhealthy and you decide to end it, but this time - this fourth, final time - it’s real.

   Your current boyfriend (or ex-boyfriend?) is by far the worst you have ever had. Maintains himself like a classic alcoholic slob and treats you no better. But he’s cruel to you, says things that shouldn’t be said to any human being alive, and as you drive down the dark road, you know there’s no way you’re turning back.

   You can hear your things in the back seat toppling over each other after you swerve around a bird you didn’t catch sight of on the street, and you’re thankful you didn’t take anything breakable or fragile from the shared apartment. But the painful pulse of your heart is affecting your throat, and your mouth feels dry and eyes too puffy. You know you can’t drive any longer - if you do, you might end up killing yourself (whether it be accidental or not is a matter of your own wellbeing).

   You blink away the tears in your eyes and take a shuddering breath before catching sight of an old beat up diner on the street. You decide to pull over for a break.

   You park the car and turn on the light inside, staring at your own puffy red eyes in the rearview mirror. With a choking gasp, you bring up the sleeve of your sweater and wipe harshly at your face to rid of any more tears. Without glancing at yourself in the mirror again, you turn off the light and the car, stepping out into the cold night before entering the too-hot-and-stuffy diner. You immediately make way for an empty stool at the bar.

   A waitress comes by and you can barely hear her voice asking for your order - it’s almost like you’re listening from the bottom of the ocean. You blindly ask for a cup of black coffee before going back to staring absentmindedly at the bar, not being able to think or do anything else.

   “What’s a pretty person like yourself doing at a diner so late at night?” It takes you almost a whole minute to realize the question is being directed at you, and you look up to find a boy with dark hair and a lazy smile sitting a few stools away from you.

   You attempt a friendly smile before saying, “Avoiding people like you.” The boy grimaces with feigned hurt, and he scoots closer so he’s now sitting on the stool next to yours.

   “That hurt, baby blue. Hit close to home.” The waitress comes back and sets your coffee on the bar without a word before leaving again. You ignore the boy next to you, and take a drink of the coffee, grimacing at the bitterness. “I’m guessing you don’t do coffee too often?” He asks, chuckling. You roll your eyes.

   “I prefer mint tea.” You’re both quiet for a long time, and then the boy holds out one of the napkins from the bar, nonchalantly waiting for you to take it. “You’ve got tear stains on that pretty face.” You hesitate, then take the napkin, trying to ignore the compliment as you wipe at your face. “I don’t know what the problem is, but by the looks of it, we’re in the same boat, baby blue.” You snort.

   “I highly doubt it.” Your mind wanders back to the painful things your ex-boyfriend had said only earlier today, and you grind your teeth together as you try to bury the memories.

   “You could always be hurting more than you are now.” When you turn at the voice, you realize the boy has been staring at you all along, a gentle smile on his face. He’s got dark eyes, but they look kind nevertheless. “Besides, trust me, whatever it is, it’s not worth it.” You breath out a bitter laugh, gripping your mug tight.

   “That’s easy for you to say. I bet you’ve given up every opportunity to have a stable life.” The boy mouths, ‘wow’, and shakes his head as he stares at his hands on the bar.

   “You’re testing my emotional bounds here, baby blue.” He pauses, takes a moment to drink the suspicious beverage in his white mug. After a moment, he speaks again. “I stopped caring a long, long time ago.”

   “If you stopped caring, then why do you care about me?” The boy doesn’t say anything for a long moment, and you think the conversation is as good as over. But then he turns to stare at you, and he’s gently smiling again, the ends of his dark eyes crinkling the slightest bit.

   “Because you’re attractive.” He licks his lips. “And judging by that hideous outfit and unusual manners, I can tell there’s someone behind your icy personality right now. Someone who’s kind and got something going for them, but is too blinded by other’s stupidity and harshness to say anything else. Besides, why should somebody else have to hurt just because you’re hurting too?” He lets it sit in the air for a while, all those different words. Then, he says, “And I’m flirting with you. If you haven’t noticed already.” There’s a slight teasing tone behind his voice.

   “Well...” You begin, but, frankly, you don’t know where to end. “I’m not available.” The boy raises an eyebrow at you.

   “Why? Got a boyfriend? Girlfriend?” You shake your head, and you feel your face flush. Tears prickle harshly at your eyes once more.

   “I just ended it with a boyfriend. For good. And I’m not sure if I can take any more of it.” The boy nods.

   “Well, I’m not asking for marriage. Not yet, anyway. But I’ll wait.” He sighs. “I’ll wait for you.”

   A silence passes again, this time longer than before. It’s been forty-five minutes before the boy finishes his drink and leaves a twenty on the bar. He rises from his seat, runs a hand through his dark hair.

   “The name’s Wonwoo, by the way.” He gestures at the bill on the bar. “Your drink’s on me. I’ll see you here next Tuesday. Same time, baby blue.”

   He leaves the diner before you even have the time to tell him your proper name.

//admin miely//

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Three:Project Shining Diamond

// what was originally supposed to be a scenario turned into this instead? inspired and based off this video HERE. all credits for the video go to @hoon-seok

// warnings: fighting everywhere omg how many times do i have to warn this, mentions of drugs, mentions of murder, is prison a warning??, holding people hostage?

// sneak peek: “Seungcheol?” And it all goes to Hell. It’s Y/N. It’s Y/N’s voice. She’s crying, sobbing on the phone, heavy breathing and choked cries as loud as the heart pounding fast in S.Coups’ chest. He knows it’s Y/N - he’s only fallen in love with that voice too many times. “Seungcheol? Are… are you there? Please. Please, Cheol… help me.”

// seungcheol x reader

// word count: 2445

// PROLOGUE | ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR (FINAL) |

   After the occurrence of meeting Bangtan Boys and being handed the USB in which S.Coups later listened to with Woozi, he’d decided two things.

  The first thing he’d decided was that nobody was to know of what was on that USB.

  S.Coups had listened to the single audio file on it again, and again, and again. He’d listened to it until he memorized the poem, until he could pinpoint the exact moments in which Y/N let out a choked sob, breathed heavily in, made her voice crack. He’d listened to it until it was burned into his memory like an annoying song on the radio that looped on for infinity. He’d listened to it until it’d become his worst nightmare, and tinged every single part of his brain in a dark soulless color that could resonate only the sound of his deepest love’s sorrow and fear.

  And after Seungcheol had memorized the downright sound wave of that heart aching audio file, he’d thrown the entire USB into a burning flame he’d lit on his very desk. The action had been in fear and dread, and Seungcheol could still feel the hot tears rolling down his cheeks as Jeonghan’s loud scolding filled his ears, trying to put out the fire that had already eaten away at his desk and the only remnants of the person he loved so dearly.

  Jihoon had sworn he wouldn’t tell anyone about the audio file, albeit in hesitance, and Seungcheol felt a pang of guilt in his chest every time they accidentally shared eye contact.

  The others were, of course, curious about the sudden change in attitude from both of them as well as the desk fire once they’d heard about it, but Seungcheol had done his best to assure them that nothing was wrong. The last thing he needed was for the rest of the gang to be in the same constant state of depression and paranoia that he himself was experiencing at this moment. Besides, wasn’t it S.Coups’ job as a leader to take the burden?

  The second thing he’d decided was that it was time to stay low.

  Everybody in Seventeen was instructed to fall off the grid. Attracting attention to the gang was forbidden, picking fights with others found punishable. And while some were annoyed and disappointed of the new rules (Joshua, Dino, and DK to only name a few), others were glad for the break granted after the stress and initial gloom of no longer having Y/N around with them.

  Of course, this second decision didn’t go exactly as planned, if even at all.

  The first day these new rules had been established, Seungcheol had received a rather anxious phone call from Seungkwan, who was asking for backup after they’d indulged themselves in a fight with a rival gang, BLACKPINK. S.Coups could still remember the nerves in Seungkwan’s voice as he spoke.

  “S.Coups,” He’d breathed out at the time. Seungcheol could hear shouting and muttering in the background. “I… we… we need a favor. I know you said we had to stay low and lay off the fighting but… well, we’re kind of stuck here.” S.Coups had gritted his teeth.

  “If you’re gonna say something, Seungkwan, you better say it quick. I’m not about to let you waste my time after you disobeyed my rules.” There’d been a pause on the other end.

  “Vernon, Dino, and I… we’re in a fight with BLACKPINK. Three against four, S.Coups. These girls don’t play nice either. We need backup, we’re really getting our asses kicked.” The faint sound of police sirens and shouts for help from his own members in the background had startled Seungcheol. In fact, it had startled him enough to momentarily forget his anger and fury towards the three boys.

  “I’m sending Joshua and Mingyu. Let this happen again, Seungkwan, and I’ll kick your ass.” The second time somebody disobeyed Seungcheol’s rules, it’d only a few days after the previous incident with BLACKPINK.

  The news was delivered to him in an ill tempered tone from Mingyu on a late night when he said, “Attempted murder and massive bank robbery. Jeonghan and Joshua are in prison right now. Our sources say we need to get them out fast before they uncover the entirety of Seventeen.” In a span of two and a half hours, Seungcheol had come up with a foolproof plan to get both of his members out of prison the next morning that involved bringing the whole gang together - a risk, but one S.Coups was willing to take to save his family.

  When the event of the actual escape came along, the gang was divided into three different groups: S.Coups, Jun, Woozi, Mingyu, and THE8 in Team A, Hoshi, DK, and Seungkwan in Team B, and Wonwoo, Vernon, and Dino in Team C. With that, each team was assigned a truck as they headed to the prison in an anxious and excited bunch.

  Wonwoo, whose team was currently ahead of everyone else’s, got excited when he saw the gates of the prison drawing nearer and nearer, and he could only barely make out the sight of people in the courtyard, lumbering around in their enclosed, miserable state.

  “Floor it.” Dino’s voice is just barely audible over the anticipation of getting Jeonghan and Joshua out of prison, but there’s no mistaking the smile in his voice. Wonwoo takes a steady breath, licks his lips, and then presses hard on the gas, the truck lurching forward at a heart racing pace. Team B, who’s right behind them, doesn’t take the time to watch the truck’s sudden speed before they’re racing forward as well. It’s Team A who takes precaution in the territory of the prison.

  Vernon, who’s sitting in the passenger seat of Team C, feels his heart creeping increasingly faster up his chest and throat, his teeth grinding harder together as the gate comes closer, and closer, and - it crashes open as the truck hits it at full speed.

  There’s a moment’s hesitation in the prison, a moment when all the inmates and guards are stunned at what’s happened, but Team C takes no time to waste as they open their doors and start firing with guns and other dangerous weapons. It’s almost like a knock-off James Bond movie in slow motion before everyone else seems to have come back to life in a few seconds. And then it’s chaotic.

  Team B has pulled up behind Team C, firing anything they can at the guards as well to keep them distracted. There’s inmates everywhere - some fleeing through the open spaces of the gate, some trying to get inside the trucks, others fighting against the trucks, and even some running back to the prison itself.

  Dino catches the sight of Jeonghan in the crowd - the only male with long black hair that’s strolling casually through the chaotic scene with a charming smile on his face. Joshua is not far behind him, laughing in joy as if he’s witnessing a comedic theater act.

  “Hurry the hell up!” Dino shouts loudly. They don’t have time to act this out like it’s some kind of made up story. “We can’t wait up on a couple of pretty boys!” Jeonghan tsks loud enough so Dino can hear, and Joshua laughs.

  “Is that anyway to speak to your elders?” Joshua chastises. Jeonghan laughs as they walk past Team C’s truck, heading for Team A. Jeonghan frowns at the annoyed expression on Chan’s face.

  “Oh, come on, Dino. You look so much more handsome with a smile. Come on, who’s baby are you?” Dino rolls his eyes and goes back to firing at the guards. They drive back after they’ve gotten the signal from S.Coups, and both Jeonghan and Joshua alternate from changing trucks at least six times on the way back to base.

  And despite all the trouble they’d gone through as a team to save Jeonghan, Joshua, and Seventeen as a whole, it seems like it’s almost done for nothing. Because just the next day, Seungcheol receives a tip from the same source as last time that Woozi is being suspected of some gang related crimes that could earn him an entire life sentence in prison. S.Coups is forced to have Jihoon fall off the grid for a couple weeks to clear everything up.

  And a couple days after that, S.Coups gets word of an old gang murder and finds out Jun and THE8 are the top suspects, which, as it turns out, S.Coups himself can remember giving them the order for the murders just some months ago. It’s almost as if somebody is purposely trying to get the entirety of Seventeen in trouble.

  Seungcheol is almost sure of the fact when he has to pull a favor from a crooked cop after Hoshi, Wonwoo, and DK are caught smuggling drugs across the border to Russia, Japan, and China. It would’ve been one of their biggest sales, had it not been for the mysterious snitch.

  But S.Coups is grateful, because it’s at this moment that everything begins to calm down. There’s been no trouble from authorities, other gangs, and the like, and all the members have managed to stay at base together for the past four days.

  The clock in Seungcheol’s office strikes 12:02 in the morning when he receives a phone call for the first time in four days. He’s tired, exasperated at the assumption that somebody’s gotten in trouble again, and S.Coups doesn’t answer at first as he picks at the burnt pieces of material on his desk, insomnia eating away at him like the dark melody of the poem that won’t stop repeating itself in his mind. The phone stops ringing, and there’s a faint echo of the sound still lingering in the room. But before it’s gone, his phone is ringing again, and Seungcheol can hear it louder than before, can feel the annoyance panging at his mind’s eye.

  Something of a growl and a grunt come rasping from his throat at the same time as S.Coups picks up the phone with tremendous frustration, a knot in his chest winding up all the stress and anxiety he’s felt these past weeks.

  “What is it this time?” Seungcheol all but shouts into the phone, anger gnawing away at the annoyance in his mind. But it all soon fades away as fast as its crept upon him, because S.Coups can hear choked crying and quiet sobbing on the other line. His eyebrows fall from their angered knit and he’s suddenly worried about the person on the other end.

  “Seungcheol?” And it all goes to Hell. It’s Y/N. It’s Y/N’s voice. She’s crying, sobbing on the phone, heavy breathing and choked cries as loud as the heart pounding fast in S.Coups’ chest. He knows it’s Y/N - he’s only fallen in love with that voice too many times. “Seungcheol? Are… are you there? Please. Please, Cheol… help me.”

  “Y/N?” Seungcheol can’t help but let his tone of voice fall into something desperate and worried, and he’s clutching the phone with both hands, almost like he’s afraid somebody will take it away from him any moment now. “Y/N, what’s going on? Where are you? Are you okay?” A loud sob comes from the reception, and it’s nothing like S.Coups has ever heard before. He finds his heart aching at the sound, can feel his entire being deteriorate at the sound of the person he’s loved so much… in so much pain.

  “Seungcheol, please.” The sobbing is getting progressively louder and more desperate. “I need help! Help me! I’m - I’m alone. Nobody can help me. I just want to go home!” Then there’s the sound of hyperventilating, and Seungcheol quickly sits back in his chair.

  “Y/N, calm down. It’s okay, alright? You know I’ll always help you. Just tell me where you are. Tell me where you are, and we’ll be there as soon as we can.” There’s a long pause, one that almost frightens him that the call’s been ended, but then the voice is there again.

  “It’s - It’s a carnival! Some miles away from Bangtan Boys’ base. AKMU knows where it’s at. Just please, Cheol! Come help me! Some gang - they’ve got me hostage! I need help!” There’s a strange pause before Y/N repeats her last sentence in the same exact manner and tone before it cuts altogether and a long beep follows afterwards. Seungcheol slams the phone back down before he finds his heart is racing faster than it’s ever done before.

  In an anxious manner, S.Coups runs both hands through his hair, holds his face as he finds he’s hyperventilating just as Y/N was before, and he’s confused and reeling with a thousand emotions clogging his rational mind all at the same time. Seungcheol slams open the door of his office faster than his mind can tell him not to, and he finds a few of the boys are sitting around a table, a game of poker momentarily forgotten as they stared at their frantic leader.

  “Supplies, weapons, we need it all! It all goes in the vans! Wake up everyone! We’re leaving now!” They sit there in shock for a couple seconds. “Did you hear me? I said we’re leaving now! Get the hell up, and get everyone and everything to the vans! We need to save Y/N!” At once, they’re up from their seats, some rushing to the dorms to awaken those sleeping, and others scurrying to the weapon and supply rooms.

  It’s not ‘til almost everyone is outside waiting in the vans that Seungcheol realizes he’s been too lost in his anxious and frantic manner to see that Woozi was the only one left inside the base besides him. The boy is staring at him, arms crossed with an expression of worry on his face.

  “Should we really leave today, S.Coups?” Seungcheol’s at a loss for words, sentences reeling in his mouth with ideas and thoughts of what Y/N might be tomorrow if they don’t arrive today.

  “Of course we’re leaving today! We have to save her! She’s our family.” A look of hurt falls over Woozi’s face. He steps closer, pulls his coat tighter around his body.

  “S.Coups… it’s the first of October.” An entire poem that Seungcheol has been muttering like a torturous mantra suddenly comes rushing back to him with an impact like a train hitting his entire body.

  S.Coups feels his heart drop to his stomach.

//admin miely//

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Requests are now closed!

Thanks at everyone who requested something over the last few days, we got quite a few, and, speaking for myself, I can say there’s quite a lot of content coming for you guys.

Look out for it, and again, thank you guys!

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// a lot of events are coming up soon that we really want to share with you guys + there are a few things we need feedback and opinions on! keep reading for more…

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Winter Break is coming up soon which means we’ll all have time to work more on the blog and be more active! Admin Cora gets off for break on December 22, Admin Mariah on December 14, and Admin Miely on December 23. However, please keep in mind it is the holidays, and we’ll also be busy with our families and celebrations.

Requests will be open again December 26 and will close December 28 or 30 (depending on how many requests we receive).

a d m i n s

Admin Miely: I’m going to be starting college soon! I was offered by a university in my state to take a couple classes while finishing high school, so I’ll be moving soon as well as getting used to the new change, which means I probably won’t be on as often as I should be.

Admin Miely: I named my dog Kookie (strongly still debating Tofu @ that one anon). And yes! I will be posting pictures of her soon. Just give me some time to get some others besides her sleeping.

Admin Mariah: I only have one class next semester which means I will have more time for the blog hopefully!

Admin Mariah: ALSO! It’s a little early but next Fall I will be entering the cosmetology program, so after this upcoming semester I will be back with 3-5 classes a semester.

Admin Mariah: With my break being so much earlier than Miely and Cora’s, I will be trying to post something at least once a day? (just don’t hold me to it) I will try and get some good content out for you guys!

Admin Cora: I have tons of ideas, now I just need to get these finals out of the way to work on them. Next semester I’ll have four days long weekends so that should help :D

q u e s t i o n s

All the admins will be sending each other care packages for Christmas presents. Would you guys be interested in seeing us unbox them? Let us know!

As you know, we reached 2,000 followers recently. As a celebration, would you guys like us to write a collab, or do something else special to celebrate?