JIHAN
junhao!,meangyu, uji, hong jisoo
junhao! added joshuji.
joshuji: OML THERE ARE HINTS HERE OML
meangyu: wow. you read it as fast as a lightning bolt!
uji: tf are you doing here jeonghan
joshuji: ouch 🤕
junhao!: so joshua=daddy jeonghan=babie or jeonghan=daddy or joshua=babie
hong jisoo: idc
hong jisoo logged off.
junhao!: oh joshua hyung's a switch
uji: CHAN ISHSJWJJDO
meangyu: HAHAHAHAHAHHAHSHAHHAHAHA
joshuji: i want to be babie
meangyu: but you're pretty good at acting and seeing a dom!jeonghan would be hot
uji: dom!jeonghan what are you a fanfiction writer
menagyu: what if i say yes
uji: no
junhao!: i'd like top jeonghan hyung though
joshuji: yknow what
meangyu: OML ARE WE GOING TO SEE TOP JEONGHAN
joshuji: no im more natural as babie
junhao!: LEMME ASK EVERYONE
JIHAN!
PRESIDENT, joshuji, hong jisoo, sleepless, callmesoon, wonwoo.,uji, weeds, meangyu, DKK, diva, junhao4ever, junhao!
junhao!: so who are tops here
diva: hoe
sleepless: jeonghan was telling me abt him being a top earlier
joshuji: NO i change my mind want to be babie
joshuji: jisoo-daddy's baby 🥵
hong jisoo: disgusting don't ever use my name and daddy together
PRESIDENT: um
weeds: but like joshua's
v e i n y a r m s
joshuji: ouch joshuji 😣
junhao4ever: oh my my no no no no minghao hyung ur only for junhui
weeds: that's unreasonable vernon???
uji: just decide already jeez
joshuji: IM BABIE OR I KILL YALL
DKK: reasonable
meangyu: ok ok chill
PRESIDENT: junhui said something about beng a top too
uji: this is not comfortable
callmesoon: because you're a bottom
uji logged off.
callmesoon: NUUUUUUU I CRI
callmesoon logged off.
diva: hmmm fishy
DKK: HMMMMMMMMMM
sleepless: 🤔 🤔 🤔
junhao!: wOw wow wow woW
PRESIDENT: i should make a top gc
weeds: no
wonwoo.: i don't see the need for that
DKK: lol look at bottoms tryna stop us from claiming our title
junhao!: dk hyung i need u
DKK: why
junhao!: katana knife thingz
DKK: YAY GTG GOODBYE BOTTOMS
weeds: fucking gay
whatever. wonwoo's not going to stop until he gets to finish this fanfic, even if chan and vernon use their abilities on him. this junhao fanfic was the most cliche, melodramatic, angsty, fluffy, and sexual one he'd ever seen. what an impression.
"stop reading if you're going to insult us, wonwoo-hyung! you've been laughing at the plot and character arc!" chan hides under the couch. if he could bury himself alive, he would. "okay, vernon, let's delete that damn fic."
"no! i'm proud of what we've done!" vernon proudly sticks his chest out, hands on his waists as if he was a hero who just arrived to save the day. "chan, ge—"
vernon gets cut off when wonwoo laughs. again. what's wrong this time? "oh my god. i knew that junhui has a girlfriend. i knew it! this fake marriage thing is going to be so much more interesting though it's so cliche."
"why?! fake marriages are the epitome of fanfictions! titles like, 'my husband is a jerk', 'married to insert-any-idol's-name', 'bethroted', etcetera." vernon listed, proudly hopping beside wonwoo to read the junhao fanfiction he and chan made.
"wait, there's an awkward supposed-to-be smut here!" wonwoo says, and chan groans.
"what?!" said junhui, who was close by, listening to the three all this time. "hey, you can't write smut about your own member! that's just disgusting!"
"yeah, well, they wrote it. they seem uncomfortable with it so they just cut it off with someone going in the room." wonwoo stared back at junhui, who nods. "you should read this though."
"why?!"
"because you probably like minghao-hyung, you like dramas, you secretly enjoy extreme angst?" vernon exposes junhui, causing him to call the red demon. "woah, okay, that's how we're going to fight now?" vernon fishes out his phone and dials minghao's number.
if junhui was defensive, then it meant that was true, right?! chan's eyes widened as he feels his junhao ship sailing again.
after a few minutes, seokmin entered the room (his wife was behind her, unbeknownst to seventeen) and stared at the four men in front of him. vernon was trying to hold back the red demon to successfully talk to someone on the phone, wonwoo was laughing and slapping his thigh while reading a fanfiction on his laptop, chan was hiding under the couch. ah, yes, a normal day in seventeen's base.
"hey!" seokmin says, summoning a katana. he points it to his teammates. "tidy up! i have someone to introduce to you guys." seokmin throws the katana to vernon's way—but it missed, about a millimetre away from his ear.
vernon sighed.
the seventeen members slowly piled in the living room. yuju, who was hiding behind his husband, felt pressured to make them like her. "okay, meet my wife! yuju!"
"finally!" seungkwan says, clapping as yuju stepepd aside for everyone to see her properly. "i have lots of questions to ask you."
yuju nervously smiled and waved at seungkwan. "oh, that's good. nice to finally meet you guys." and giggled. seokmin got lost in his wife's eyes for a moment, before looking back at seventeen.
"BISEXUALS ARE WE STILL OKAY?" junhui shouts all of a sudden, making everyone laugh. also, it made seokmin whine about the 'bro' code.
"she's my wife! you can't steal her away from me!" seokmin protectively laced his arm around yuju's waist, and seventeen cooed. "good that you know your boundaries. okay, so i brought her here, not just for you to meet her, but also because she has something to tell us." seokmin looked at his wife in anticipation.
"oh, about that, do you guys have a laptop or a computer? i can show it to you better that way." yuju says, fumbling with her hands.
"here, yuju-ssi." joshua stood up and handed yuju his laptop, gently smiling at the lady. yuju smiled back, thanking him before opening the gadget.
"thank you."
"always welcome." joshua did a little curtsy—which reminded seventeen why they nicknamed him 'gentleman'. one member was pouting though. two, if you count in seokmin. "what're you going to tell us?"
"so, i acted as a liaison in pledis for about a week—"
"WHY." mingyu interrupted. seokmin flicked mingyu's forehead before he motioned for his wife to continue. "hey, i mean, that's dangerous!"
"i became a government spy. so, i was tasked to get in pledis mafia and i got some info." yuju typed into joshua's laptop, and then turned it for everyone to see. she showed a picture of a young man—who was apparently an idol. "he's deokhwa from the group MSQ. he's a general in pledis mafia, and he'll act as the boss of the other pawns who will be in the governor's dinner."
seventeen studied deokhwa's face, and his info. minghao clicked his tongue. "i know this guy, we were trained at the same time. he has an ability."
"what's his ability?" asked chan innocently.
"he can control rocks." minghao lowly growled. "the hotel is made of rocks, of course. he can make it collapse when he senses something or someone interfering with their operation."
"i can hold it up for hours." jihoon waved his hand, and the worries of seventeen was dismissed. yuju continues.
"the drugs will be in clear packets, white and powder-like. and," yuju clicks on a button in the keyboard, then a new picture of a man appears. the man had a lean figure and had purple-black hair in a bob cut. "he's mori, the right hand of jia-er. he'll be in the bar."
"seungkwan?" seungcheol calls. seungkwan nodded and smirked at seungcheol. seungcheol knew that seungkwan got the message.
"and lastly, this guy." yuju flashes a picture of a familiar person—which made jihoon's blood boil. "they bailed him out of the correctional center illegally. he'll be at the party."
"shit." jeonghan looks at jihoon, worried. minhyuk knows all of their faces, especially jihoon's, his brother. "maybe we can do something about it..?"
"oh, you have me." soonyoung says, forgetting that he can control minds for a second. "just tell me when he enters the premises and i'll control him immediately."
jihoon felt soonyoung's gaze on him. jihoon gave him an acknowledging nod, and soonyoung sighed in relief. that meant that it was totally okay to harm his brother a little.
"that's all i have, sadly. can you manage only with that much info?" yuju asked, giving joshua the laptop back.
"of course we can". seungcheol boasts. "we're seventeen."