On My Command •||• Seventeen AU

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Author's POV: ☆

You stared at Jeonghan blankly as his words hung in the air. For a moment, silence settled between you, but the smirk on Jeonghan's lips remained as he gazed down at you.

The door creaked open, and Seungkwan entered, holding a plain black t-shirt and a pair of fitted shorts. He approached the two of you, and Jeonghan watched as Seungkwan placed the clothes on the bed, gesturing for you to get dressed.

"There's no underwear yet, so you'll have to make do with this for now," Seungkwan said before quickly leaving the room, leaving you and Jeonghan alone once more. You grabbed the clothes, your brow arching as you turned to Jeonghan.

"Are you going to watch me get dressed as well?" you asked, clearly displeased by the idea. Jeonghan chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I suppose I can be a little shameless for now. Go on and hurry; I'll show you around right after," Jeonghan replied, placing his hands in his pockets and continuing to look down at you. You held the clothes in one hand and covered yourself with the blanket in the other.

After a brief moment of hesitation, you broke eye contact, letting the blanket slip from your body as you quickly pulled the shirt over your head. It was oversized on your frame, but it would have to do for now.

You then stood from the bed, your movements slow and deliberate, as you changed out of your wet shorts and into the dry ones. Jeonghan, now sitting on the bed, stared off into space, seemingly uninterested in your actions.

Once you were dressed, you looked at him and let out a soft sigh. "I'm sure the pills have already taken effect. You're feeling a bit lightheaded now, aren't you?" Jeonghan broke the silence as he stood up from the bed. "Follow me," he instructed, heading out of the room. You followed him without a word.

As you reached the stairs, Jeonghan paused, overhearing voices from the living room.

"Jeonghan hyung must've watched her get dressed," Seungkwan's voice floated up the stairwell.

"I think he's just getting horny," Dokyeom chimed in, prompting an inward scoff from Jeonghan. He descended the stairs, entering the living room where five members were gathered-Seungkwan, Dokyeom, Mingyu, Minghao, and Wonwoo, who had just arrived.

"I heard my name," Jeonghan said with an innocent smile, his gaze sweeping over Seungkwan and Dokyeom, who suddenly found the floor very interesting. "Bastards," Jeonghan muttered, though the smile never left his lips.

You stood behind Jeonghan, glancing around at the group. Your eyes locked onto a familiar face-one that stirred memories from the previous night. Minghao's eyes widened slightly as recognition dawned on him, and he quickly averted his gaze.

Minghao's mind raced. *What is she doing here?* He couldn't believe that the girl he had made out with just last night was now standing in front of him-kidnapped, no less. He wasn't the type to kiss just anyone, but there was something about you that had drawn him in, leading to that impulsive moment. Now, the situation felt unbearably awkward.

You noticed his discomfort and smirked slightly, enjoying the tension you were causing.

Jeonghan, sensing the unease in the room, turned back to you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you out of the living room without another word.

As you walked down the hallway, you threw one last glance at Minghao, meeting his eyes with a knowing smirk before turning away.

Jeonghan led you to a small medical room where Woozi was already waiting, preparing a syringe. Jeonghan gestured for you to sit on the medical bed, and you complied, though your eyes narrowed as you watched Woozi approach with the needle.

"What's that for?" you asked, your voice edged with suspicion.

"Just medicine. It'll help you recover from your fever more quickly if I inject it directly," Woozi replied calmly. Jeonghan nodded reassuringly at you, though you still looked uncertain.

Despite your reservations, you knew you didn't have much of a choice. Refusing could make things worse, given your current position as their "hostage."

Woozi pressed the needle into your forearm with practiced precision, applying pressure as he administered the dose. Once the injection was complete, he taped a piece of cotton over the site to prevent any bleeding.

You weren't usually afraid of needles, but this one left you feeling strangely disoriented. Your mind clouded over, and within minutes, a heavy drowsiness settled in.

"Ay, Woozi-ah, how long will she be asleep?" Jeonghan asked, watching you closely.

"About an hour or two," Woozi replied. Jeonghan nodded, his gaze never leaving you as you lay back on the bed, your eyes fluttering shut.

"Sleep tight," Jeonghan whispered as you drifted off.

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Darkness enveloped your senses, but faint, distorted sounds began to filter through. You weren't sure how much time had passed, but you could hear muffled voices-urgent, agitated. As consciousness slowly returned, you realized you weren't alone.

Fighting the grogginess, you cracked open your eyes, but your vision was blurred. You could make out vague shapes-figures moving around you, though the details remained hazy.

"What's going on?" you tried to ask, but your voice came out weak and slurred.

"Shh, stay still," a voice whispered. You recognized it as Woozi's, though it seemed far away. "You need to rest."

But something wasn't right. Despite Woozi's reassurance, you felt a prickle of unease, a nagging sense that something had changed while you were unconscious.

As your vision began to clear, you caught a glimpse of Jeonghan standing at the foot of the bed, his expression unreadable. The others-Minghao, Seungkwan, and Dokyeom-were scattered around the room, all wearing varying degrees of concern on their faces.

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In the medical room, the air was thick with tension. Woozi was focused on drawing blood from your forearm, the needle piercing your skin with practiced precision. Jeonghan, however, seemed more interested in the texture of your skin, his hands having lingered on your bare stomach far longer than necessary.

"Jeonghan, you don't need to remove her clothes. We're just taking blood," Woozi said, his tone exasperated as he slapped Jeonghan's hands away from your body.

Jeonghan stepped back, a mischievous smirk on his lips as he leaned against the counter, watching Woozi work. "Her skin is so damn soft," he commented, his gaze lingering on you.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Joshua stepped inside. Woozi and Jeonghan briefly glanced at him before returning to their tasks. Joshua approached the bed where you lay unconscious, watching as Woozi finished drawing your blood.

"Why are you here?" Jeonghan asked, not bothering to look at Joshua this time.

"I've got news to share. Thought you two should hear it before the others," Joshua replied, his eyes flickering down to your still form before meeting Jeonghan's gaze. He knew that Jeonghan would be the one to inform everyone else.

Before the conversation could continue, Joshua's phone buzzed, signaling an incoming call. He stepped out of the room, leaving Woozi and Jeonghan to finish their work as he answered the call.

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