On My Command •||• Seventeen AU

✪~~~✷11th✷~~~✪

“So... what do you think of her story?” he asked, glancing at Wonwoo.

Wonwoo took a long sip of his drink before shrugging. “Could be true. That might explain why her background check came up so empty. But...” He trailed off, not finishing his thought.

“But what?” Hoshi pressed.

Wonwoo sighed. “I don’t think she told us because she trusts us. We kidnapped her, for God’s sake. She’s not stupid. There’s something else going on.”

Hoshi nodded, biting his lip. He’d sensed it too, but he didn’t want to admit it.

---

"Bring her to me," Seungcheol’s voice cut through the air as he gestured toward you from his office. Hoshi hesitated, knowing where this was going. Before he could move, Wonwoo spoke up.

"I don’t think that’s necessary, sir." His tone was steady, but his words were a gamble.

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow, clearly not used to being challenged. "Oh? And why’s that?"

"It’s our job to handle her. She’s been compliant since the incident, so there’s no need to escalate things right now." Wonwoo stood his ground, his voice calm but firm.

Seungcheol eyed him suspiciously. “Are you two covering for her?”

Hoshi kept silent, while Wonwoo answered, "No, sir. Just trying to manage the situation without causing you more trouble."

After a tense moment, Seungcheol sighed, waving them off. "Fine. But don’t let her step out of line again."

---

You watched the whole exchange from just beyond the door. As soon as Seungcheol dismissed them, you allowed a small, satisfied smile to slip onto your face. Another victory.

As you step back from the door, careful not to make a sound, you hear Hoshi and Wonwoo's footsteps getting closer. Heart racing, you quickly scan the area, looking for a way to avoid getting caught. Without thinking twice, you slip behind the nearest pillar, holding your breath. You watch as the two approach, completely unaware that you’ve been eavesdropping.

Just when you think they’re about to walk past, Hoshi suddenly stops and turns toward where you're hiding. "You there?" His voice is calm but firm.

You freeze, your mind scrambling for a quick response. You slowly step out from behind the pillar, trying to look as innocent as possible. "Oh, hey... I didn’t mean to hide," you say, scratching the back of your head sheepishly. "I was just... uh, about to head to the kitchen, but I overheard you talking to Seungcheol and thought it’d be better if I didn’t interrupt." You give him a small, apologetic smile, trying to play it off like you were simply minding your own business.

Hoshi raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical, but before he can ask more, Wonwoo cuts in, his tone casual. "Makes sense. You’ve been good so far, so no need to worry. But next time, just head where you need to go, alright?"

You nod quickly, thankful for Wonwoo’s intervention, and turn to head back towards the kitchen. But just as you're about to go, Hoshi calls out, "Wait a minute. What were you really doing by the door?"

You pause, cursing inwardly. Of course, he wouldn’t let it go that easily. Turning back, you give him your best sheepish grin. "Okay, fine. I was curious about what Seungcheol was saying... and maybe I thought I could help with whatever’s bothering him. You know, since I’ve been... cooperative lately?" You tilt your head slightly, hoping the honesty angle works.

Hoshi crosses his arms, still studying you with suspicion, but after a moment, he sighs. "Just don’t push your luck. You’re not out of hot water yet."

You let out a relieved breath as the tension eases. "Got it. I’ll behave," you say with a wink, hoping to lighten the mood.

---

You've learned one thing in this house: "You can't slack off." Even though you’re their hostage, sitting around and doing nothing is never an option. They make sure you work for every meal, every drop of water. It’s a twisted form of survival where even basic necessities are earned through labor.

Every day, there’s some errand to run. Mingyu often demands snacks to be delivered to his office, and you’ve become familiar with the kitchen’s layout. You’re also responsible for your own dishes, and it doesn’t stop there. Laundry is another chore—you’ve lost count of the times you’ve helped fold their clothes—and Woozi’s clinic is your responsibility to tidy up when it gets too cluttered, it doesn't clean itself. They remind you that it’s because they’ve bought you necessities—clothes, toiletries—and now you’re paying your dues.

You despise the role of being their servant, but what choice do you have? You’re a hostage, and your life is hangs on the balance.

Today marks your first trip to the training room. Minghao, Mingyu, Jun, and Wonwoo are already there, working out. It’s almost surreal—seeing them so casual in a gym that looks like something out of a luxury fitness club. The room is packed with every machine, weight, and piece of equipment imaginable.

For a brief second, a wave of familiarity washes over you. You've been here before—well, not *here* exactly, but in spaces like this. Back in your old life, the gym was your sanctuary. You used to go three times a week, a place where you could control something—your strength, your endurance. Now, that world feels a lifetime away, and everything you once loved is overshadowed by the stark reality that you’re not here for leisure.

As Mingyu yaps on about proper form, lifting techniques, and how much he can bench—80% of which is just him boasting—you tune him out, your gaze shifting toward Minghao. There’s something about his quiet demeanor that intrigues you. The two of you have a shared history now, a secret that neither of you have spoken about since that night. His posture is relaxed, but you can feel his tension whenever your eyes meet.

"Are you even listening?" Mingyu's voice snaps you out of your thoughts. He’s holding a dumbbell up, waiting for your response.

You nod quickly, though your attention is elsewhere. "Yeah, totally. You’re like... super buff, Mingyu." You flash him a grin, and he puffs out his chest, satisfied with the praise. You pretend to listen to Mingyu’s ramblings, nodding along and adding the occasional "Uh-huh," but your focus remains on Minghao. He’s trying to act unfazed, but you can tell he’s uncomfortable by your presence. The memory of that heated make-out session lingers between you both, creating an unspoken tension that no amount of gym equipment can dispel.

Finally, you get bored of Mingyu’s self-glorification and decide to excuse yourself. With that familiar, subtle smile that worked the first time, you make your way over to Minghao. He notices you approaching and hesitates, forcing a smile—one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. "Need a spotter?" you tease lightly, standing next to him.

Minghao chuckles softly, but there’s a hint of nervousness in his eyes as he looks up at you. "Not really, but thanks."

You lean in just a little closer, lowering your voice. "You sure? It looked like you could use some help the other night..." The subtle reference to your shared moment is enough to send a ripple of tension between you two.

Minghao clears his throat, glancing away briefly before meeting your eyes again. "I’m good," he says, trying to sound nonchalant. But the slight flush on his cheeks gives him away.

You decide to push just a little further. "Well, if you ever need a hand... you know where to find me." You wink before walking away, leaving him to deal with the lingering tension as you casually return to your tasks. You can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing you're slowly but surely getting under their skin.

—NYAHAHAHHA how's this, luvvies? ehehehehe hope y'all like this cause it did take me too long to update this. a balance of me posting other stories on tumblr and the other half are just my responsibilities as a f'ng college student :^ what do y'all think of this chap, hm? let me know by commenting, voting or adding the story to your reading list! love y'all, mwaps <33333