On My Command •||• Seventeen AU

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Author's POV: ☆

You lay sprawled on your bed, staring at the ceiling. The days felt long and monotonous, especially now that Hoshi and Wonwoo had become consumed with their own business, leaving you alone to deal with the others' commands.

Every day seemed like a rotation of tasks from Mingyu, Seungkwan, Deokyeom, or Jeonghan. Each had their own way of keeping you occupied.

Mingyu was the worst. He'd command you to clean his room, his office, the kitchen, or sometimes even the entire house. If that wasn't enough, he'd pepper in his relentless flirting, a constant source of your irritation. Seungkwan? He preferred to have you organize his office, pointing out what to keep, what to throw, and what to sort. Deokyeom, on the other hand, wasn't so bad. He'd ask you to cook at least three times a week and always insisted on eating together after. At least he tried to make things fun-he'd even let you play video games with him afterward. But just when you were starting to relax and enjoy yourself, Jeonghan would show up, dragging you off for one of his own whims. He'd take you to the clinic, and when Woozi wasn't around, he'd tease and flirt just to see you get annoyed. That man knew exactly how to push your buttons.

You were just about to slip into a much-needed nap when the door to your room swung open. Hoshi stood in the doorway. "Get up. We're heading out," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. With a groan, you reluctantly pushed yourself off the bed, already dreading whatever was coming next.

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The rhythmic patter of rain against the car window was oddly soothing. It had been so long since you'd been outside, and the world beyond the walls you'd been trapped in was a refreshing change, temporarily easing the growing anxiety in your chest.

Wonwoo sat beside you, focused on his laptop, his fingers tapping softly on the keyboard. Without a word, he handed you a small bag. You blinked at him, confused. He met your eyes briefly before turning back to the screen.

Opening the bag, you found a striking red dress, fitted with a thigh high slit on the side, just above mid-length. Along with it were a set of delicate accessories and an earpiece. You frowned, unsure of what was happening. Before you could ask, Wonwoo spoke, "Put it on. You're coming with us on a mission."

You scoffed, unimpressed. "A mission? I'm a hostage, remember? You kidnapped me, and now you expect me to cooperate?" Your voice was sharp, cutting through the car's quiet atmosphere. Wonwoo didn't react at first. Then, as the car came to a stop, he closed his laptop, stepped out, and before you could protest, he swept you up into his arms.

"I can walk, you idiot!" you shouted, smacking his chest as he carried you, ignoring your struggles. He didn't let you go until you were inside a lavish room, unceremoniously dropping you onto a plush sofa.

He tossed the dress in your direction. "Wear it."

You glared at him, defiant. "And if I don't?"

Wonwoo's gaze didn't waver. "Then you'll regret it. Now, get dressed." His tone left no room for argument, and with an exaggerated eye roll, you stood up.

Moments later, a lady entered to do your hair and makeup. The look was simple but elegant-soft waves cascading down your shoulders, a natural but refined touch to your makeup that complimented the dress perfectly. You looked at yourself in the mirror and were taken aback. You looked... different. Like someone else entirely. Wonwoo gave you a once-over as you exited the dressing area, his usual stoic demeanor faltering for a split second before he cleared his throat and walked out of the room.

You flopped back down on the sofa, already tired of the fancy clothes. The door creaked open again, and this time, Wonwoo approached you with a pair of sleek black heels. Kneeling before you, he slipped them onto your feet, the motion almost too gentle for someone like him. Your hands instinctively moved to adjust them yourself, but you froze when your eyes met his.