#seventeeen drabble

[asheyxash]

OT13 x reader's relationship:)

just like the title suggests, find EVERY drabble, imagine, headcannon or reaction of ot13 svt here in this wide variety and array collection of scenarios between seventeen and their reader, whether its hurt, angst, fluff, humor or comfort, it's going to be a bumpy ride full of ups and downs, highs and lows between you and seventeen as the both of you try and navigate your relationship together because hey, love is never easy right?

labelling of genres: a = angst, f = fluff, h = hurt, c = comfort, hu = humor

warnings included in my aus: swearing/cursing, dirty jokes, mentions of abuse/depression/mental health awareness

headcannons:

what seventeen's girlfriend would look like (hu,f)

[svtegg]

dad!svt (hyung line)

seungcheol:

three kids...he wants more though.....whew

two boys n a girl

minjae, 12, a charmer like his dad, looks exactly like him

rowdy, loud and yells all the time

loves football and is naturally good at most sports

when he went to a cafe with his dad he ordered for his dad and when the barista gave him a confused look when he ordered a double shot dark roast ice americano he said

“i’m not young i’m just really short” making seungcheol who stood five steps behind his son bust out in laughter

chorong, 10, a tomboy who idolized her older brother and wants to do everything he does, she also plays football

her focus is worse than her brothers though so she always finds herself doing other stuff while pretending to play keeper

but don’t tell him that bc she doesn’t want him to know

she’s a very independent woman and gets very agitated when someone tries to help her with what she’s doing

taeoh, 6 BUT HE’LL HAVE YOU KNOW HES 6 AND A HALF actually

a total mamas boy and seungcheol will never admit how jealous that makes him

taeoh is a calm soul and tends to be a little shy

enjoys nature and animals n prefers playing with sticks and rocks over plastic toys

seungcheol is a stressed out parent....kinda like a stereotypical movie soccer mom

stressing over the shopping list at the grocery store n you just have to take a hold of his forearm to tell him that it doesn’t matter if you get taeoh red or yellow socks for his school talent show next week because taeoh is 6 and he doesn’t care

loves his kids more than anything in the world and is extremely supportive and encouraging

isn’t very strict but does have house rules, chores and routines and treats every one of his children with respect and love

almost never gets angry or worked up....only when the kids fight or hurt each other will he slightly raise his voice to assert his authority

but always ends his lectures with an i love you and a big hug

the “that’s my kid!!” type of dad

so so proud of his clumsy, messy and comical children

cheered for chorong when she did a handstand in the goal in the middle of a match

the rest are under the cut...

jeonghan:

“two” children

a two year old son

and another on the way

you don’t know the gender yet but!!! he’s very excited to meet his second child (it’s also a boy shhh it’s a secret)

his son is named haneul and he turned two on the 3rd of may

jeonghan calls him hannie though, passing on his own nickname to his son heheheh

he’s a smart kid

jeonghan taught him all the colors and is very proud of that

when jeonghans mom comes over jeonghan will always pester his son to get him to say all the colors

“what color is this, hannie?” he would ask, pointing to the emerald green mat on the floor with an exited voice

haneul would just give him the stank eye and go back to playing with his wooden moomin figurines

a total daddy’s boy he loves his dad so so much and jeonghan rubs it in your face constantly

hannie co sleeps in your bed,,,,and lemme tell you....that lil boy is wild as fuk,.,.,.hes basically doing acrobatics in his sleep...ends up splayed across both you and jeonghan, cheeks squished into your chest and feet resting on jeonghans stomach

jeonghan is a more hands on parent, always keeping an eye or a hand on his boy at all times

anxious when haneul goes to daycare for the first time

a little over protective almost breathing down the child’s neck when he’s playing with his blocks on the floor

you have to tell him to calm down and give your kid some space to explore a little

calms down a little when the other child arrives bc he finally realizes that he won’t have time to protect his children from every potential booboo

still spoils his kids rotten and leaves it to you to be the strict and stern parent

he doesn’t tolerate any backtalk or attitude however and will discipline whoever it was that gave attitude right away

always reads bedtime stories, even when the children are almost teenagers and whine at him to just get out of their room already

joshua:

two daughters

elisabeth, age 9, her korean name is eunchae

elisabeth’s nickname is ella and both you and joshua never call her by her full name unless it’s to be assertive

ella is an artistic soul and loves to draw and paint, shes a little diva and wants everything her own way

but she’s a sweet girl down deep, clinging to her parents at every chance she gets

emelia, age 5, her korean name is eunbi

emelia has a lot of pet names, she’s the little sweetheart and always sucks up to her parents (josh loves it)

emelia is a little more shy than ella, and follows her sisters footsteps carefully

both the girls look exactly like him, the cat like mouth and the kind eyes copied from his body and onto their faces

both the girls have almost golden toned black hair if that makes sense....

joshua is a gentle parent, letting his girls do their thing while watching from a few steps

he loves exploring with his girls and taking them to parks and zoos and botanical gardens to teach them different animals and insects and flowers

the girls really like superheroes and they will make their dad play avengers with them on the suspension bridge on the playground

he will always have to be hulk and his girls will be captain marvel and groot

is a loving and sensitive father who is very open and emotionally available to his girls

has set house rules, bed times and is very respectful when asserting authority

never raises his voice to his children but guides them with an impeccable patience

the girls have their own bedroom but they often end up in your bed during the night...emelia frequents your bedroom most though

has hearts in his eyes when he watches his kids do anything

that adoring soft smile that makes the edges of his eyes turn up covering his face

jun:

one son

4 year old chaohua......english name...joshua

(yes joshua cried when he found out)

chao may only be 4 but he’s already as handsome as his dad

he’s the most adorable child ever

the kindest soul to ever walk the earth

he loves cuddling and would be content for a good hour just curled up in the corner of the sofa with one of his parents or uncles

he’s already lost his one front tooth and is very proud of it

likes watching cartoons!! especially old pokémon episodes

jun’s so loves animals...all animals,,,and when he found out meat cane from animals he refused to eat it...so now i guess jun is a vegetarian bc of the puppy eyes chao gives him whenever it’s dinnertime

when walking anywhere with his son, jun has to stop every five minutes so that chao can pet a dog or talk to a bird that’s trotting along the sidewalk

the little boy squatting down with his hands around his knees to carefully speak to mr.dove....but mr.dove is clearly a city pigeon

also always nagging his dad for a cat

chao is very good at swimming and jun takes him to his swimming lesson every week without fail

jun is v supportive and sits on the benches along the wall to watch his son

isnt really scared for chao bc he knows his child is careful and smart

so let’s him do what he wants most of the time

jun convinced you to let chao co sleep with you and he still does that

you had to get a bigger bed but no one is complaining because chao is such a cuddle bug it’s a win for everyone

basically chao is just as kind and gentle and loving as his father

and chao being born made jun grow up a little...he’s still goofy happy junhui but he’s just 10 times more loving n doting....towards his child that is

wonwoo:

two sons

twins

taewoo and wonseok, both 5

both complete opposites but still a match made in heaven

wonseok is a carbon copy of wonwoo, even his personality

while taewoo is a carbon copy of just wonwoo’s face

wonseok is quiet, thoughtful, neat and incredibly smart while taewoo is rowdy, loud, messy and lot of fun

wonseok is braver than taewoo however and this way they balance each other out perfectly, one being the life of the party while the other evens out the energy levels a bit more

wonwoo loves his kids so much

his stoic and mysterious image being completely thrown away the second he hears one of them squeal out a loud DAD!!!! when he walks through the front door of your house

the twins are v often perched on either side of his hips, or clinging onto his back as best they can

they love their dad and thinks he’s the coolest person on the entire planet

beside from Captain America©️ maybe

wonwoo is a strict parent, expecting his sons to behave and treat each other with kindness.,,..,,.,,.,,...most of the time

they’re twins so ofc they get on each other’s nerves

wonwoo doesn’t mind a little fighting and crying from the boys....as long as they make up after

otherwise wonwoo would sit then down and have a discussion with the two of them

and bc of this the boys are extremely mature for their age,,,again.,,.,,...,,,most of the time

but they’re wonwoos greatest pride and he loves them so so much

wonwoo will often play board games with his sons,,,,sometimes he becomes a little too invested

taught wonseok how to play checkers and now he almost never gets peace from the little boy who’s constantly asking to play him again

taewoo just wants to play spider-man...which is basically wonwoo lifting the boy up and holding him up to the roof so he can pretend to walk on it...while screaming at the top of his lungs in happiness

he can’t handle bedtime though and so you and him always put them to bed together

soonyoung:

he’s been busy

he has a one year old boy....

and a 3 year old girl

and one on the way,,,,no one knows the gender yet shhhh (it’s another baby boy but i didn’t tell you that)

daehyun and hanbyul

he’s the biggest softest dad ever and cries at every first

cried when hanbyul said her first word...which was apple for some reason

cried at daehyuns f

cried at daehyuns first steps

cries when his child cries

keeps a list on the fridge of funny things his kids say

is super stoked and excited every time his kid learns a new thing, showing it off to every uncle one by one

is also completely on top and updated on what disney characters your daughter likes recently

knows exactly what stuffed animals his son likes and always knows what he needs when he starts fussing

he knows his kids so incredibly well its almost like he can read their minds

plays dress up with byul all the time, his favorite princess is elsa

you would often find him in the signature Dad™️ pose (the lying in the floor supporting yourself in your forearm) on hanbyuls bedroom floor with a tiny elsa costume on smiling like an idiot at your daughter who was explaining how to drink tea like a princess

a whole idiot for his kids, literally in love with them would do anything for them

spoils them rotten and makes sure theyre always happy, healthy and laughing

will never get tired of bouncing his son on his knee just to hear him laugh

his kids adore him just as much back

soonyoung almost has as much energy as his toddler daughter but will often go down as well at nap time

basically having kids with soonyoung is like raising and extra kid (him)

jihoon:

1 daughter

she’s just as badass as him

theyre best friends like actual best friends

she’s already turning into a little sassy savage princess

her name is youngsun (or just sun)

jihoon calls her sunnie or ms young

she’s currently 7 years old, and she has NO front teeth so she has an adorable lisp

she’s good friends with joshua’s girls

the little lady is very well behaved and always listens very well....jihoon likes to think this is bc he raised her to think for herself and respect and treat people like she wants to be treated herself

even though she’s jihoons daughter she is still a little cuddle bug and will savagely call her uncles out in their bull while resting her head on their chest

she’s very small, probably inheriting jihoon height lmao mingyu teases her adoringly by calling her teeny while she jokingly pouts up at her beanstalk uncle

jihoon treats his daughter like an equal, and bc of this they have a very special bond

jihoon and sun often discuss and exchange opinions on various subjects like adults and many people are impressed by how articulate and eloquent the young lady is

but she’s also a mischievous little lady and often pulls pranks on her parents or uncles,

hiding from them and scaring them when she thinks they aren’t looking and then running away with the loudest most adorable giggle leaving her toothless mouth

of course everyone just pretends they get scared but she doesn’t know that and thinks it’s the most hilarious thing

youngsun has a very strong bond with uncle mingyu and uncle seungkwan

the three of them often pairing up to scare jihoon while he’s working on something or spaced out in his own world

sometimes jihoon gives in and plays harry potter with his daughter, pretending to have dueling battles in the kitchen with chopsticks as wands

jihoon would be on the floor yelling out VINGARDIUM LEVIOSAAAAA

and you would be sat in the living room reading, laughing to yourself

you never in a million years pictured this would ever happen

basically jihoon is a very good dad and his daughter loves him,,,you could say she’s a daddy’s girl

[wonwoonlight]

Hello love your work‼️ pls keep going ♡

can i request a wonwoo fluff of him trying to wake up MC and they kinda pull him in the bed and trap him? if that makes sense

thank you ‼️‼️💖

[06:10 AM]

“Angel?” Wonwoo whispers softly as he tries to shake you awake. He knows you’re a light sleeper and you’ve probably woken up the moment Wonwoo get up to get some water. “Are you really not going to wake up?”

You just grunt at him, making a show of turning your back to him as you pretend like you’re still asleep.

“Come on, I know you’re awake,” he tries again, he goes to sit down on the little space you’ve left from turning to the other side. “Wasn’t it you who told me to wake you up so you can join me on my morning run?”

The only reply Wonwoo gets is another grunt and you pulling up the blanket higher to cover your face. He definitely knows you’re awake now, but you couldn’t careless when the sun is barely even up right now.

“Are you really going to make me run by myself?”

“You’ve always run by yourself,” you finally reply, annoyed at the way Wonwoo’s continuously shaking you. “You go do that while I go back to sleep.”

Wonwoo grins, his mission of annoying you awake works at last.

“But I want to do it with you.”

You turn to him again, blanket is up to your nose and Wonwoo can only see your eyes glaring at him. You don’t say anything for a moment, simply stares at him as he stares back at you.

“Come here,” you break the silence as you wave your hand to signal him closer.

He tilts his head in confusion, but complies as he leans down to get closer to you.

Once he’s right in front of your face, you quickly throw the blanket away to pull him down with you, your arms around his neck and your legs trapping his lower limb.

The only reason you’re able to do this is because Wonwoo’s caught off guard, there’s no way you’d be able to forcefully pull him down if he’s aware of it.

You giggle at the noise he makes at back of his throat, shocked and a little annoyed. Wonwoo can obviously pry you off if he wants, but who is he to deny your warmth?

“Comfy, right?” you ask innocently, settling his head on your chest. “What about we just go back to sleep, hm?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he says in defeat, getting comfortable in your embrace while he’s at it. “I’ll get back to you for this one day. You wait and see.”

A/N: i really always go overboard when it comes to wonwoo welp. anyway, thanks for the request anon! <3 enjoy this ehehhe

[seventeen-scenarios-blog]

[DRABBLE] Boyfriend!Jeonghan (G)

Request: Jeonghan teaches you how to ride a bike Requested by: @amber-kookie  Word count: 1,119 Genre: FLUFF Warnings: None!

A/N: Oh my god finally we got a story up! I hope you’re okay with it and you enjoy reading it! (even though I probably don’t make a lot of sense)

-jihooned

“I’m sorry you had to do this on your day off,” You said, while your boyfriend pushed the rented bicycle beside you. He flashed you a smile, telling you that it was okay, and that he was more than happy to spend time with you no matter what you were doing.

It was embarrassing really, not being able to ride a bike at the age of twenty. Jeonghan always told you otherwise, but a part of you still felt like you had failed in life.

“What’s on your mind babe?” Your boyfriend asked, stopping to take a good look at you.

You shrugged your shoulders. You weren’t exactly sure yourself. Was it the fact that you, a grown up, was going to have to ask her boyfriend to teach you how to properly ride a bike? Maybe you were afraid to fall, or were you more afraid of the embarrassment you would have to face if you did fall.

“Nothing much.” You replied, hoping that Jeonghan wouldn’t press you further.

“It’s about the bike isn’t it?”

Bingo, you winced.

Pushing the bike to a corner, Jeonghan leaned it against a tree. He held onto your shoulders and turned you such that you were facing him.

“Babe, I hope you know that there’s nothing to be ashamed of. No one ever gets it right for the first time, and it’s only normal to struggle when learning something new. Some people just take a longer time to learn something compared to others. I mean look at me, it’s been 22 years but I still don’t know how to be the perfect boyfriend for you.”

A hearty laugh escaped your lips and you pulled him into a tight hug. “You always know what to say, Jeonghan.”

“Okay anyway, thing is, it doesn’t matter how many times you fall today, cause I’ll be here to catch you alright?” He reassured, pulling you closer to him as he continued pushing the bicycle.

The bicycle seemed to hate it as it refused to balance itself no matter how much you tried. You were slowly beginning to feel frustrated, and Jeonghan seemed to sense it. Just as you were about to stand up and throw the bike, he took hold of your wrist.

You let out another sigh, letting him know that you were close to giving up even before you started.

“Let’s give it another shot babe, I’ll be here.”

There was a moment of hesitation as you wondered if you should really be wasting everyone’s time, but you eventually relented, and put your foot back onto the paddle.

You cautiously put pressure on your left foot, causing the paddle to sink and you saw the front wheel turn. You were terrified to continue, worried that the entire ‘ bicycle going off balance’ cycle would repeat itself.

Jeonghan, however, managed to steady you, giving you words of encouragement like ‘that’s right, keep going’ and ‘you’re doing great’ as you continued to put pressure on the paddle. It seemed like a miracle happened, the bicycle did not go off balance, and you managed to cycle for a good distance before the bike wobbled.

“See? You’re doing great! Wanna try again, but I won’t hold you this time.”

Knowing that Jeonghan won’t be supporting you scared you a little, but you felt determined. Your bike may have moved only a metre away from its original spot, but you, and Jeonghan, knew that it was worth a kilometre of cycling.

Steadying yourself, you began to cycle once again. You were feeling a bit more adventurous this time, and you found yourself going faster and faster.

That was, until you fell.

You sat frozen, staring at the bike as if you had been betrayed by it, legs still trapped underneath the wheel. It was embarrassing, with people walking by and shooting you glances. The pain you felt from your knee was one thing, but the embarrassment was worse.

“Are you okay babe?”

You shook your head, tears threatening to fall while Jeonghan lifted the bike off you. He then effortlessly picked you up bridal style, resting you on a nearby bench.

Silence hung the air as the two of you sat at the bench. Jeonghan had found a towel in your bag and placed it over you knee to stop the blood from flowing further. Once he was sure that the wound stopped bleeding, he scooted nearer to you and pulled you into a hug so that your head was leaning against his chest.

“Feeling better?”

You nodded.

“I’ll go get some medicine, so wait for me here alright.”

You held onto his wrist before he could walk away.

“It’s fine, but just stay with me for a bit please?”

Looking into his angelic eyes, it was like as if all the pain from your fresh wounds vanished.

Jeonghan then nodded, pulling you into a much tighter hug than before.

“Shall we get back to cycling?”

You weren’t sure. Like how the saying “once bitten, twice shy” goes, you were afraid of falling again.

“Come, let’s find a quieter spot.”

We arrived at a somewhat deserted park next to Han river, with a huge, round track located in the center of it - perfect for cycling beginners.

“Let’s take it slow alright? Focus on balancing yourself first.”

Jeonghan held onto your arms once again as you struggled to regain your balance on the bike, once you seemed stable enough, he held onto the handles as you slowly applied pressure onto the paddles.

Like before, he continuously gave words of encouragement, never pulling his sight away from you as you cycled a good 5 metres this time before losing balance.

“Shall we try again? Try to go a little faster.”

You readjusted your bike and got ready to conquer the pathway once again. After the initial push, your confidence grew and you found yourself cycling a full round before returning to Jeonghan’s side.

Your boyfriend engulfed you into a hug, not caring that the bike had fallen onto the patch of grass beside you. If there was anyone who was elated that you finally learned how to ride a bike, it would be Jeonghan.

“I’m really really proud of you, you know that right?” Jeonghan said, pulling away from the hug.

Your lips curved into the widest smile you’ve ever had as you nodded your head.

The two of you picked up the bike and pushed it back to the rental station. Hopefully the vendor wouldn’t ask why the bike had so many dents on it. As the two of you thanked the vendor, Jeonghan grabbed your hand, wearing a grin on his face.

“Shall we have an ice cream date now?”

[svtegg]

dead and buried (SVT apocalypse!au)

♡ wordcount: 4,7k ♡ chapter 9/? (ch.1, ch.2, ch.3, ch.4, ch.5, ch.6, ch.7, ch.8)

♡ rating: PG-13 death/violence, language

♡ pairing: svt x reader

I breathed out as the door clicked shut behind me. Leaning against it slightly as I ran the back of my hand across my sweaty forehead. After breathing for a moment, I slowly moved over to the tattered dresser along the right wall of the room and placed my baggage down. The rifle leaning carefully against the beige painted wooden panel of the dresser. I reached into the backpack and pulled out the content. A small emergency first aid kit, about three meters of rope, a foldable saw that reached about 15 centimeter once unfolded and my thigh strap, with the knife lodged inside. I took the last one into my hands as I backed up to sit on the bed, running my fingers along the familiar object resting between my fingers. It looked exactly as I remembered, the frilly gaff tape on the end of the sheath. I clasped my hand around it, my eyes unwillingly filling with warm tears.

I sat on the floor, my legs crossed as to not put pressure on the slash along my leg. It burned, the air around it feeling like it was on fire. My hands wrapped a piece of tape around the end of the sheath where the knife had poked out and cut me just 6 hours earlier. It was the middle of the night now, and the dim light from the flashlight I had in my backpack was barely enough to light the small storage space I was currently sitting in. The figure of the man I thought I knew was sprawled out on the floor on the other side of the room and as I glanced up at him, with eyes that would have killed him if looks could kill, he moved. He groaned as he turned around, his face was barely visible in the lighting so I picked up the torch and got up over to him.

As I moved closer, I started talking to him in a voice I couldn’t recognize as my own. “Why’d you do it?” I barked in a low voice. The man didn’t answer, he just looked up at me with an expression I couldn’t read. “You bastard…” I seethed, my teeth clenched to hard together I could feel my molars starting to hurt. I took the last few steps over to his limp body and kicked his upper arm a little harder than I meant to. He groaned again, his eyebrows furrowing as he moved away as best as he could. “I’ll kill you” He rasped as he looked up at me, trying to get up. I looked at him for a few seconds, his eyes where completely empty. Nothing. There was absolutely nothing. The man that had once almost given his life to protect me was lying on the floor beneath me, threatening to kill me and I had no idea why.

“You killed Junghyun, Jicheol! You killed a little boy, then you tired to kill me! Why??? What happened to you?! Why are you doing this!?” I yelled and kicked him again when the memory of Junghyun flashed through my mind. “Why did you kill him?! He was only a little boy!!” I cried, as my foot kicked him some more even though I hadn’t meant to do it. Tears where falling down my face without me knowing as I continued to pace around the man on the floor. “You killed him…” I repeated, tears still cascading down my dirty face. I kept pacing for a few more seconds before I looked over at the man in anger, my hand reaching down to where my knife hung around my thigh. He had fallen unconscious again. I walked back over to my previous seat with heavy steps, the room filling with uncontrollable sobs as I pulled my legs up to my face to hide the unfamiliar man on the floor from my view.

There was a sudden knock at the door, my head snapping up and my hands shooting up to my face to dry the tears that had made their way down my face. As I scrambled to my feet there where a few more knocks on the door. “Y/N?” A muffled voice that I vaguely recognized as Minghao spoke from behind the door. I sniffled a few times, as quietly as I could, as I placed the knife back on the dresser. “Yes?” I answered but my voice slightly gave away the fact that I had been crying. As I sniffed into the back of my hand in a hopeless effort to mask the sound of my blocked nose to the man outside the door, I heard the creaking of metal against metal, then three soft footsteps. “You okay?” The boy asked, his voice not soft but neither harsh. It was a weird mixture of comforting, curious and uncomfortable. I nodded, not trusting my voice enough to answer Minghao properly. The sound of wind rustling the treetops outside took over the room as neither of us spoke for a few seconds.

“Well I just wondered if you wanted some food, the others have all eaten but I’ll sit with you if you want some company.” Minghao’s voice sounded so incredible soft as he spoke, the way his tongue twisted cutely around the words lifting my mood slightly as I forgot the memory I had previously been thinking about. The smell of dirt and wood blew through the air as the wind picked up some more, strong breezes bending even the biggest trees backwards. The clouds raced through the sky in a hurry seemling to run from the horizon where some darker clouds could be seen. “It’s probably gonna rain,” Minghao said as he followed my gaze up to the darkening sky. I looked over at him, his coal black hair moving whimsically in the strong winds. He had his hands stuffed into his beige cargopants that pooled around his ankles, giving away the fact that the garment was too big for his slender body. His torso was covered in a deep red hoodie with a black zipper on the front. It looked worn and dirty but as I looked at the sweater, I felt chills sneaking their way up my exposed arms and I almost regretted not wearing one of the tops I had gotten from the utility room earlier. I hummed at Minghao’s statement. The gravel beneath our feet crunched in tandem with our steps as we reached the A framed building. Minghao reached out and opened the door wide enough so we could both sneak in quickly.

We sat in comfortable silence for a while, Minghao sifting through a book he had found in one of the book cases in the hallway while I ate the food that was left in the kitchen for me. I looked up at the boy in front of me while I slowly chewed the food. I was half expecting him to ask me why he had found me crying but he never said anything. He just half smiled when he looked over the edge of the book and met my eyes. I quickly looked down at the plate in front of me, shoving the piece of tomato around my plate with a fork. “Why did you offer to sit with me?” I suddenly asked, my voice quiet. I didn’t dare to look up at him after asking that. I hadn’t even thought twice before the question slipped past my lips. To my surprise the man answered almost straight away with a clear and definite voice. “I just wanted to keep you company. No one eats alone around here.” My eyes glanced up at him after I registered what he had said, but he was still looking at one of the pages in the book. I mumbled a light okay and finished the rest of my food slowly.

“You know you’re welcome here right. We need more people, and you’re more than welcome to stay.” Minghao spoke up after a few minutes of comfortable silence. I had been looking out the window behind me when he started speaking but as he finished, my eyes met his on the other side of the oak table. I blinked at him a few times, not knowing how to answer his statement. “Thank you.” I breathed, my body filling with something I recognized as relief or maybe even happiness. He gave me a quick smile before he continued talking in that voice that could make even the toughest man smile. “I don’t know if you trust us all yet, and it is completely okay if you don’t, I would understand that, but you can trust us. You’re one of us now.” He reassured, his bangs flopping down in his eyes as he leaned onto the table slightly. We held eye contact and I could feel my eyes welling up again, so I quickly looked away. I breathed out to signal I had accepted what he had said. I blinked back the wetness in my eyes and looked back up at Minghao. He slightly flicked his head to get the hair out of his eyes and gave me another one of his half smiles. I smiled back at him, and quickly looked down at my empty plate. He took the hint and picked up the utensils that where laid out in front of me. “You done?” He asked as he stood up with my plate in his right hand, and my empty water cut in his other. I nodded and got up as well. “You go up to your room, you’re going to need all the sleep you can get before you go on that run tomorrow. I’ll wash these for you, but you’ll owe me!” He snickered as he made his way through the dining hall and into the kitchen in the back. I laughed back at him, a genuine and real laugh. It had been months since the last time I had laughed a sincere laugh, and my lungs almost felt rusty as my breath shook the walls of my chest. I could hear Minghao’s giggle from behind the kitchen door as I made my way back outside.

The wind kept racing through the treetops during the night. I had opened the small window over the bathroom counter and the sound of leaves rustling and tall grass swishing in the strong gusts of air that blew past the four walls of the housing complex filled the empty room. The clouds in the dark atmosphere above where still rushing across the sky, small droplets of water suddenly started hitting the window that I had opened. In the blink of an eye, it was pouring down. The temperature was colder than usual this night, I guessed the reason was because its nearing the end of august and fall was approaching fast. That meant my birthday was coming up, I would be 24, I think. I couldn’t remember anymore. The years and months having melted into each other and my concept of time being something I had forgotten when I was much younger than I was now. I gazed up at the sky, my mind going completely blank as the rain continued to fall heavily from the heavens.

I didn’t sleep much that night and after what felt like 5 minutes of sleep, there was a knock on my door. I got up, getting dressed in the green cargo pants I had recently gotten and one of the tank tops I had stuffed in the dresser drawer. I grabbed the flannel that was still laying on my bed and collected my supplies. I slid the pocket knife I had found in my old backpack into my back pocket after I secured my backpack onto my shoulders. As I adjusted the straps I looked over at the rifle leaning against the wall, and suddenly an image of my friends practicing their aiming skills flashed across my mind. I zoned out and I didn’t know if it had been 3 seconds or 3 minutes when I heard another set of knocks on the door to my room. “Y/N! Get ready, we are leaving in 5!” Joshua half shouted from outside, and I reached over and grabbed the weapon before slinging the door open and skipping down the stairs in a hurry.

As Joshua, Soonyoung and I backed our supplies into the car, I got a glimpse of Mingyu and Seungcheol opening the gate down by the watchtower to let the car get through. As I looked down at the silhouettes of the men I heard someone clearing their throat beside me. “You ready?” Soonyoung asked quietly, his hand coming up to wrap around my shoulders for a millisecond. He gave my shoulder a comforting squeeze before he let his arm fall down to his side again. “Yeah..” I sighed. I gave the boy beside me a weak smile as I looked up at him. He returned the gesture and went over to the car, where Josh was waiting for us to join him so we could start our venture.

“Seatbelts on, guys.” Joshua stated as he turned the key and the car shook awake. The feeling was unfamiliar. Sitting in a car. I hadn’t done that since this whole zombie thing started. As the vehicle rolled though the gates I spotted Mingyu waving enthusiastically beside Seungcheol, who gave the car a curt nod as it passed him. And just like that their figures became smaller and smaller every second. I turned around in my seat, looking back at the men, and the camp. It was tucked away between large trees and hadn’t it been for the watchtower it would have been almost completely concealed by the greenery that had taken over every corner of this new world. As the car rolled through valleys and streets I busied myself with tying the thigh strap onto my leg very carefully as to not rip the tape apart even though I knew it was sturdy enough to handle almost anything. I let my fingers run over the covered thigh where I knew there would be a scar under. The slash that had once burned my skin was now hidden by the camouflage green fabric that stretched across my legs. I focused on the feeling of the new fabric under my dry fingertips, the chattering between the two boys up front becoming a backing track to my mindless activity. The outside scenery raced past the car in a fast motion movie as unfamiliar buildings came into view, I guessed we were nearing the city.

The world outside the shelter of the humming car was unlike what I could remember from when I was young. When cars, busses, trucks and trains would be zooming through a bustling city filled with tall buildings, people rushing to wherever they had to go. Back then street vendors littered the streets and the smell of oily foods and sounds of people talking loudly over the music pouring out of the shops lining the asphalt would be ear deafening. Dogs on leashes, TV ads, planes, helicopters. Green parks and grey streets. No longer. Now, rusted up remains of abandoned cars, cracked and broken gray asphalt and fallen buildings and bridges dominated the world. Trees, plants and grass growing where there previously had never been plants. In some of the broken-in-half sky scrapers you could see greenery almost spilling out of the shattered windows in the top floors.

Many parts of the city had also been filled with water, old pipes exploding and dams in the mountain being destroyed by the negligence I’m guessing. As I stared out at the broken, run down apartment buildings in the neighborhood we were carefully driving through I let my mind wander to the time I had tried teaching Junghyun how to swim. It was a couple of days after we had made our way back into the city, and Jicheol had managed to break down the metal door in one of the security guard rooms of an old subway station. We had gathered enough food to finally have a real meal, and as Eunju gathered the old cans and bowls we had used to eat out of, I had taken the youngest boy out to one of the platforms to play. He laughed and screamed in excitement as we threw a dirty and stained tennis ball between each other. He looked like he could do this for the rest of his life and he would be completely content, a huge smile covering his tan and dirty face as another spout of laughter shook his ribcage.

Then, lost in my own thoughts for two seconds, I missed the ball he threw at me. It landed with a hard splash in the trench, where the subway would have pulled up maybe 7 or 8 years ago but now, it was full of green looking water that slowly trickled down into the darkness towards the next station. “Oh no!” The young boy sighed in sadness, watching the ball float slowly away from him. In less than two seconds I had made up my mind. The ball wasn’t even that far away, and if I just jumped in the water I could get it. So I did. Junghyun whisper yelling my name as I resurfaced from the murky water. It took maybe 5 seconds before I was at the edge, where the boy was on his knees with a terrified look on his face. I handed him the ball.

“What are you doing?” He mumbled as he took the soaked ball from my hand, looking at my face. My hair was dripping water in rapid succession down my face as I smiled at him. “I’m swimming.” I answered, realizing that the young boy had probably never seen anyone do this activity before as the only body of water he had seen was the shallow stream behind the farmhouse we used to call our home. In reality I was just standing in the water which reached to my neck, feeling the cold water lightly take a hold of my clothes and pull them gently with the stream.

It took about 5 minutes of convincing the boy, promising him that it would be alright, that I would hold his hand and make sure he didn’t drown before he sat down at the edge. His small feet submerged in the chill current as I held both his hands. “Whenever you’re ready, Junghyunnie.” I smiled reassuringly at him. And he trusted me enough to resultantly jump in, his breaths becoming labored as the water surrounded his small frame. He kicked his feet desperately in an instinctive frenzy and I couldn’t hold my chuckle as I held him. His black eyebrows where almost under his hairline, his eyes blown wide and mouth agape as he took quick breaths.

“Its okay, I got you. Relax.” I laughed, squeezing his small hands in my palms. Then he relaxed. His body floating in the gentle stream, shoulders bobbing up and down in the green water. A laugh filled the entire subway station as he floated around the water, his head thrown back in happiness and glee. His hair was damp from splashing water and his small cat like eyes in almost a perfect c shape as he squinted up at me. “I’m swimming! I’m swimming Y/N! Look!”

The two men in the front seats where talking about something funny Wonwoo had said the other day as we turned a corner slowly, their voices slowly coaxing me out of my daydream. My head turned quickly from the window I was staring out of to look out the front of the car as Joshua seemed to be slowing down even more. “Fuck.” I breathed, noticing how the road in front of us was blocked up a huge rusted and broken plane, along with half a building that had crumbled over the top of the remnants of the bulked-up aircraft. “It must have fallen during the storm last night.” Joshua mumbled as he looked at the scene in front of us, his right arm flexing as he put the car in reverse and quickly turned around. “We’ll have to take the bridge.” He continued, glancing back at me in the rearview mirror. Soonyoung groaned beside him, running a hand through his hair and basically throwing his head back in the car seat in frustration. “That’s gonna take us 20 extra minutes. That means we might have to stop before we get to the S-Oil station just to be sure we don’t lose the battery.” The younger boy grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest as he leaned even deeper into the gray carseat. “Damn it.”

The ride was quiet, the only sound filling the air between the three of us being the tires of the car crunching against the dry asphalt under us. I suddenly spoke up. “I know this place.” I fixed my eyes on the surroundings outside the car, the dilapidated bridge on outside the moving wagon looking scarily familiar. My shoulders tensed up as I took a shaky breath in, the sinking feeling in my stomach making me feel uncomfortably anxious. “Oh?” Joshua inquired, signaling me to continue. But I didn’t. As the car rolled slowly across the bridge, avoiding the old broken cars that scattered the road ahead I moved to press up against the window, my eyes fixated on the railing outside. My body was rigid, almost cold. I could feel my hands start to shake as I took a deep breath through my nose. My mind suddenly going back to the time I had last been on this bridge.

“Y/N?” Joshua asked, his eyes observing me in the rear-view mirror. I kept my eyes on the outside, my breathing becoming labored as images of my old group manifested behind my eyelids. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying hard to forget the events that occurred on the spot outside the car maybe a month ago. I saw the man that had threaten to kill me, the man I had trusted with my life, the man I had considered my family. “No, no-” As I opened my eyes I saw Jicheol, right there, at the edge of the bridge, right at the highest point, he had a young boy almost over the barricade of the bridge threatening to let his grip on him go, to let the boy fall to his death. “No! NO!” I cried, I saw the two of them, clear as day as my mind started to go fuzzy. I couldn’t tell if it was real or if I was dreaming, or maybe even hallucinating. I banged against the car door, trying to get out as I helplessly looked at the scene outside the car. I heard my name being called, but all I could see was Junghyun crying out for me. Begging me to save his life. “Junghyun! NO!” I finally managed to frantically open the car door. As I scrambled out towards the two males in front of me, I heard someone yell my name again, the voice sounded so near but I didn’t care. I had to save him. I had to save Junghyun.

As I scrambled up from the asphalt beneath me to get to Junghyun before it was too late, Jicheol let him go and I could hear his scream pierce through my ears. It seemed to go on for ages, and I cried out for him. I couldn’t save him. The man who had once saved me had killed the only happiness I had left in the world. The young boy who brought me laughter and smiles every day of his short life. The boy who had never known anything other than us, the boy who trusted us with his life. He was dead. “No…” I cried, my body almost not able to take in breaths as I sank back to the ground. Everything seemed to slow down, and I felt arms wrapping around my torso and dragging me back into the car. If I had been able to take in my surroundings, I would have seen Joshua standing on the other side of the car, looking both worried and sad as Soonyoung held me up to his chest. Soonyoung was muttering words I couldn’t quite register in an effort to calm me down as I cried for the boy, I had just seen lose his life. “Come on Y/N, you’ll be okay. Calm down.” He muttered as he hauled me into the backseat of the running car. And before I manage to register what was going on, the car was moving again. And Soonyoung had engulfed me in a hug as he shielded my eyes from the outside.

I was still sobbing, my breathing erratic and labored. I bowed my head into his chest, my hands coming up to cover my ears in an effort to shut out the screams I could still hear. “Focus on me, Y/N. Listen to my voice. You’re okay. Its okay. Just listen to me.” Soonyoung whispered by my ear as he took my hands in his. And as I eventually stopped crying and my breathing was evening out as well, I let my forehead press against Soonyoung chest. I had no idea how much time had passed by but Joshua was still driving quietly, his eyes focused on the road stretched out in front of us. I didn’t dare to look outside so I averted my gaze up to Soonyoung who was leaning against the car door I had fallen out of earlier. His eyes where closed, lips parted and one of his hands where resting on my back. He was sleeping. As I observed his face, I noticed a scar on his neck that looked fairly recent. And his lashes where short, but they looked so beautiful as they rested on his cheeks. His skin was smooth, his nose looked to be either slightly burned at the tip or covered in a natural blush. As I observed the sleeping man’s features, I felt my body calm even more. The world seemingly back to normal as my eyes started to glide shut. I let my head fall down onto Soonyoung chest and my body finally relaxed. His heartbeat filling my ears as I let myself slowly drift of with a sniffle.

I didn’t awaken until Soonyoung gently shook me awake, his hands gently rousing me from the comfortable sleep. I groggily blinked and reached up to rub my eyes as I sat up in the cramped back seat of the car. “Hi.” Soonyoung smiled softly, his legs stretched out on either side of my body. I made a sound of discomfort to show how I felt about having to wake up. I looked around the car, instantly noticing Joshua was not there. “Where’s Josh?” I asked, my voice scratchy. Probably from the crying. “Peeing. We have to park here and walk up to the station, the tank is dry as fuck.” The male answered, his eyes still trained on me. There where a couple of seconds of silence before either of us spoke again. “You wanna talk about what happened earlier?” Soonyoung murmured, his face becoming serious as his smile dropped. I looked up at him. I didn’t really know if I wanted to right now, but I knew I would eventually have to talk about it. If it wasn’t with Soonyoung, then someone else. They where bound to start wondering if I kept having these episodes. I hesitated, and looked from my hands back to him. I took a breath to prepare myself for what I was gonna say next, but on impulse I leaned over and wrapped my arms around the man, tucking my head into the crook of his neck. I could feel his surprise as his body tensed up for a few seconds, but then he wrapped his hands around my back as well and I breathed out in relief and content, maybe even a little happiness. “Thank you for getting me back down.” I whispered, my voice slightly muffled by his shirt. He chuckled slightly, his shoulders bouncing up and down making my body shake with his. “Of course. Always.”

wooo finally!!!!! an update!!! hope u like it uwu