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[Baby Ducks Acquire GPS]

From that day on, every time they were at a music show together, she’d find the TWS members huddled outside the SEVENTEEN dressing room like shy puppies waiting to be invited inside.

She lets them in, obviously.

Woozi almost screamed the first time he walked in and saw seven teenagers sitting in a circle around Y/N like it was story time at kindergarten.

Jeonghan started charging them rent.

Y/N now gets seven different “noonas!!” screamed at her the second she walks into a building.

Even though she’s only, like, three years older than the eldest one.

(“They’re just babies,” she says one day. “You’re also a baby,” Seungcheol replies. “Shut up, Grandpa,” she shoots back.)

[Day 7: They Discover Her Weakness]

Banana milk.

That’s it.

That’s all it took.

One TWS member showed up to a SEVENTEEN rehearsal with a six-pack of banana milk “for Y/N-noona because she looked tired yesterday.”

She cried. Not sob sob cried—but her lip definitely wobbled.

Seungkwan has it on video.

That same TWS member now has “baby angel favorite child” status. The others are bitter but determined to win their spot back.

Hoshi once saw them fighting over who got to carry Y/N’s dance bag.

“I trained for fifteen years,” he whispered. “And you get this kind of devotion after two banana milks?!”

[Day 10: Operation Duck Patrol]

Now SEVENTEEN doesn’t refer to them as TWS anymore.

No, they’re “Y/N’s Ducklings.”

“Where are your ducklings, maknae?” Wonwoo asks casually one morning.

Y/N shrugs. “Probably following the sound of my laughter.”

Cue Seungcheol’s distant wail: “WHY ARE YOU RAISING A WHOLE GROUP?!”

[Day 15: Jeonghan’s Blackmail]

Jeonghan realizes the ducklings do anything Y/N asks.

So he pays her to get them to prank the rest of SEVENTEEN.

The chaos is glorious.

Mingyu opens his closet to find it filled with rubber ducks. The next day, his phone background is mysteriously changed to a picture of Y/N in a crown and sunglasses, holding a juice box like a royal scepter.

She didn’t do that. They did. And she is so proud.

[THE INTERVIEW]

MC: “Y/N, you’ve really taken TWS under your wing!”

Y/N: “Oh, I’m their mom now. It’s official.”

MC: “Really?”

Y/N: “I named their group chat ‘ducklings’ and everything. I feed them. I scold them. One of them calls me when he can’t figure out how to use the washer. I didn’t sign up for this life. It chose me.”

TWS (off-camera): “WE LOVE YOU NOONA!!”

SEVENTEEN (off-camera): “Return the children!!”

[STAGE DAY: CHAOS LEVEL 100]

Y/N is standing side stage, getting ready for her solo intro in a SEVENTEEN performance.

She’s in full glam, earbuds in, eyes closed.

And behind her, seven rookie idols are bouncing on their heels like excited toddlers at a zoo.

“Noona, fighting!!”

“You’re gonna kill it!!”

“Your eyeliner is so cool!!”

“Can I borrow that jacket later?”

She turns around, squints.

“Go to hair and makeup,” she says, but she’s smiling.

[AFTERMATH]

After the show, she comes backstage and finds TWS waiting with a donut box.

Jihoon tries to protest. “She doesn’t need more sugar—!”

Y/N: already holding two donuts in one hand.

[SEVENTEEN GROUP CHAT, LATER]

Cheol: why do they follow you like ducklings

Y/N: because I give them snacks and validate their emotional growth 💅🏻

Jeonghan: she’s raising them better than we raised her

Dino: we didn’t raise her. she raised herself. in fire.

Woozi: and now she’s raising seven more.

Joshua: that makes us grandpas

Soonyoung: IM A TIGER NOT A GRANDPA

[BONUS: WHAT THE DUCKLINGS SAY]

TWS member, in a vlog: “Noona is really nice. She helps us when we’re nervous.”

Another one: “She taught us how to sneak banana milk past our managers.”

Another one: “She yelled at a stylist once because they rushed Jihoon-hyung’s makeup. It was amazing. She’s so cool.”

Another: “She let us use SEVENTEEN’s practice room but made us do a 30-minute warm-up and said if we didn’t stretch, she’d tell Woozi-hyung on us.”

The last one: “She’s like… if a cat was in charge of daycare.”

[THE END…?]

Y/N walks into HYBE one morning, hoodie over her head, drink in hand.

A TWS member runs up.

“Noona, did you eat yet??”

Another appears. “We saved you a seat in the cafeteria!!”

A third: “I brought you vitamin gummies!!”

Y/N blinks.

“Guys,” she says, touched. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

From behind her, Jeonghan: “She trained you too well. Now train Dino to answer his texts.”

End.

A/N:

Let me know if you want a sequel like:

🍼 Ducklings invade SEVENTEEN’s dorm

📺 Y/N on a variety show with TWS and chaos ensues

🎤 TWS cheering Y/N on at her solo stage

I’d be so down to write more in this universe 🫶

When you finally unlocked the door to your apartment, still clutching the lightstick to your chest, you were greeted by the soft glow of the living room lights. Seungcheol was lounging on the couch, phone in hand, looking effortlessly handsome in his oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. He glanced up as you walked in, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Hey,” he said, his voice warm and familiar. “How was the concert?”

You dropped your bag by the door and practically floated over to him, your excitement bubbling over. “Oh my god, Seungcheol, it was incredible. Taemin is just… ugh, he’s so perfect. His dancing? His stage presence? His voice? I feel like I died and came back to life. I might actually be in love!”

You expected him to laugh or tease you like he usually did, but instead, his smile faltered for a split second before recovering, forcing a chuckle. “That good, huh?”

“The best!” you gushed, pulling out your phone. “You have to see the videos I took. He did this move during ‘Heaven’ where he—okay, just watch.” You leaned closer, holding your phone up so he could see the screen.

Seungcheol watched the video with a neutral expression, though you noticed his jaw tighten slightly as you narrated every move. “Wow,” he said when it ended, his tone dry. “He’s… really flexible.”

You laughed, completely missing the edge in his voice. “Right? His arms, his hips, and his abs—oh my god, don’t even get me started. I mean, I know you work out and everything, but Taemin is just on another level.”

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow, his smile now firmly in place, though his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “Is that so?”

You nodded enthusiastically, still scrolling through your photos. “Yeah, like, I didn’t think it was possible for someone to be that cute, hot, and talented at the same time. It’s not fair!”

He leaned back against the sofa, staring at your face as he crossed his arms over his chest, looking serious. “Sounds like I need to step up my game.”

You finally looked up, catching the hint of jealousy in his tone. “Aw, are you jealous?” you teased, poking the dimpled cheek you adored. “Don’t worry, babe. You’re still my number one.”

“Am I now?” he asked, his voice low and playful, though there was a darker edge beneath the surface. “Because it sounds like Taemin might be stealing my spot.”

You laughed, leaning into him. “Never. You’re my Seungcheol. No one could ever replace you.”

He hummed, seemingly satisfied, but the glint in his eyes told you he wasn’t quite done. Grabbing your chin so you had to look at him closely, he murmured, “Good. Because I think you need a reminder of who you belong to.”

Before you could respond, he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap, his hands firm against your hips. You squealed in surprise, dropping your phone on your lap as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “And I think it’s time you forget all about Taemin and only remember my name.”

You giggled, trying to squirm away, but his grip was unyielding. “Seungcheol, I was just kidding! You know you’re the only one for me.”

“Do I now?” he asked, his tone teasing but edged with something that made your breath hitch. “Because you were talking an awful lot about someone else’s abs.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off with a searing kiss, his hands sliding up your back to tangle in your hair. When he finally pulled away, you were breathless, your cheeks flushed for an entirely different reason.

“Seungcheol…” you started, but he silenced you with another kiss, this one deeper and more demanding.

His tongue explored every corner of your mouth, playfully pulling out your own tongue and soothing every bite he gave to your bottom lip. He broke the kiss again, tugging your hair back so he could look at you—straddling him, flushed and beautiful. He loved seeing you like this, all completely wrecked for him. 

“Fuck, baby, you look so hot in this outfit. I can’t believe I let anyone else see you like this,” he muttered, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. 

“Gonna remind you why you’re mine tonight. I don’t want to hear his name again,” he said, his voice rough as he trailed kisses down your neck, making you shiver. “From now on, the only name you’ll be screaming is mine.”

You can’t help but whine. He knew how much his words affected you. He knew everything about you. He was confident when it came to understanding every inch of your body: how it looked, how it felt, how it tasted, how it reacted to his teasing. Tonight was just another example of you falling deeper under his spell, trapped in a hold you never really wanted to escape. And… you couldn’t help but love it.

He groaned deeply at your whine, sucking at your neck, leaving marks for everyone to see. He lifted his head to grab your thighs,picking you up as if you weighed nothing. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his hips, clinging to him as his lips found yours again—knowing damn well you were about to protest with a breathless “I’m too heavy.”

“I’m strong enough”, he growled against your lips. 

He was right, you knew he was strong. Staring at his arms or his shoulders became a hobby of yours over time— especially when he was walking around shirtless at home, coming out of the shower, or even wearing one of those tight compression shirts you adored. He was working out to please himself and because he loves seeing you try to hide, secretly looking at his body without him looking. His ego felt good.

With ease, he starts walking up the stairs leading to your room. Unable to help himself, he gets carried away in you, having to stop and press your body against the wall, his kisses deeper than ever, travelling from your mouth down your neck. One harsh bite near your collarbone had you letting out a louder scream. He’s fueled by the desire to remind you that you belong to him. His kisses are getting faster, harsher than ever, his tongue wetting your skin with open-mouth kisses, the grip on your thighs tightening.

You honestly could not remember the last time you felt this wet, this good, this needy for more than kisses. All your thoughts and memories of the night flew out of your head—the only thing that mattered in that moment was Seungcheol and how you needed him more than ever.

You moan for more while he continues to attack your collarbones. He wasn’t gonna deprive you of your needs… even when being punished.

He continues to walk down the hallway, only stopping in front of your bedroom to open it - slamming it shut after entering. He drops you on the bed and starts undressing you, holding your wrists above your head with one hand, leaving kisses and bites all over your body. You're left at his mercy once your clothes are scattered around the room. He snatches a random tie of his from the closet and ties your wrists up to the bed frame. You couldn’t do anything, touch him, pull his hair, scratch his back, hold his biceps. You were only going to be able to scream his name tonight. 

Seungcheol looks down at you, smirking at what he is planning for you inside his head. The way he looked at you made you feel good inside your stomach; just his eyes on you could boost your confidence. Right now, it was a little bit different, you were so needy for him, you wanted him.

“Cheol, please, touch me.” You breathed out. However, he quickly shushed you and went down on your body, leaving kisses on his way between your legs. Grabbing your legs, he spread them apart, kissed the inside of your thighs while looking up to see your reactions. He loved seeing you close your eyes to savour this feeling, breathing heavier in anticipation. He couldn’t help but smile as he kissed and licked your pussy.

“Cheol- ah fuck.” Your back arched from the bed, your hips bucking into his mouth as his tongue entered your pussy. Rapidly increasing the speed of his movement inside you, his thumb found your clit. He was pressing and circling it just the way he knew would push you closer to the edge. 

“I’m so close, please don’t stop - please.” He sucks and licks harder at your inside, then everything stops. Seungcheol gets up from between your legs, licking his lips from your juice, smirking, watching you groan and squirming in need of release. 

“You really think I’m gonna let you come that easily?” Seungcheol sucks roughly on the hickey he placed above one of your nipples, biting into it making you moan in pleasure. “Want to cum so badly baby? You know how it is when you’re being punished.. Unless, do you still want Taemin ?”

“No,.. not Taemin. Just you, you, I want you.” You breathed out quickly, his face in your neck, his soft hair tickling your sensitive skin..

“You sure, baby? You seemed pretty excited about him just now.. Was I mistaken, or did something change your mind?” His fingers back to playing with your pussy, circling your clit with his thumb as two fingers slipped back into your hole. Moaning and dropping your head back as he moves his fingers inside you. Seungcheol groans against your neck as he feels your walls squeeze around his fingers. His dick was growing inside his grey sweatpants just from hearing you, the sounds you’re making was music to his ears. His fingers set a fast pace to drag you close to the edge again.

“Please ch-cheol. I’m sorry please - please fuck me.” You were desperate to come at this point, tears were forming in your eyes. Of course, Seungcheol couldn’t help but be satisfied, watching you stare at his face, mouth open, and glossy eyes. He wanted to make you forget about Taemin, and he did.

“Do you deserve it, baby ?” His smirk never leaves his face as he caresses your cheek with his other hand.

“YES! Please, yes, yes, yes! Cheol, I’m begging you.”

His gaze locked with yours—loving,  for just a moment–he felt so lucky to have you. He slipped his fingers out of you and untied your wrists, kissing each of them before turning you over onto your stomach. 

“On all fours, baby,” he demanded, tapping your hips and making room for you to undress. He unbuckled his belt and pants, throwing them across the room while you patiently waited on your knees with your ass on full display. You were growing impatient, swaying your ass in front of him, earning a firm slap for you to calm down. You could feel the mattress sink as Seungcheol positioned himself behind you, gripping your waist, dragging you closer to him. 

You knew he was smirking when you felt him tease your cunt with the tip of his cock, and it only grew wider when you whined for more. He continued teasing you, slowly pushing until he settled deep inside of you., resting for a moment, groaning as you squeezed around him - he was so big, you felt so full. He slowly slides out of you before gripping your waist tighter, thrusting into you without any warning. You moaned for more, needed more, you wanted him to move and almost destroy you from the inside. 

“Please, Cheol.. Harder”, he didn't say anything and simply chose to act. His thrusts were aggressive and deep. Your hands are holding on to the bed sheets to keep steady, gripping as he fucked you as hard as he could. You asked for it– from your behaviour and words– and he was delivering it all. Your hips matched his rhythm, meeting him in the middle of his thrusts, causing Seungcheol to groan at each thrust.

Your insides were twitching around him, which was hinting that your high was close. He knew you were close, and you honestly thought he was going to close down again, teasing you until the end, but you were so wrong. He slides out of you to turn you around so he could see your fucked out face. He thrusted deep into you, you threw your head back as your eyes rolled back. He loved seeing your reactions, his hand came to wrap around your throat, slightly squeezing it for you to look at him. Satisfied to see you look at him, mouth open, whining his name - he began to fuck you harder than before. His dick so big inside of you, none stop kissing that special spot of yours, pushing you further to the edge.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you told him, breath heavy.

“Seungcheol! I’m gonna cum, cheol..” you were panting but you got no answers. He didn’t seem to stop either, he kept his thrust inside of you steady.

“I’m not going to stop fucking your pretty pussy just yet. I’ll keep on going until I get to cum. I told you, I’ll make you remember only my name. You might as well scream it so loud even the neighbours know my name.” his grip on your throat was tighter, he meant every word he said. He didn't stop his movements, as if it was possible, he got rougher, making you come on the spot, and he kept going. 

You were completely fucked out for him, he was using you, making you his. You chanted his name over and over again, not growing tired of saying it. He won this time. 

Seungcheol’s groans got louder and louder. He called your name as his grip on your throat and waist tightened. He was on the edge of coming.

“Do you want me to come inside your pussy or no? Do you deserve it?” He asked, even throwing some more teasing as he was close to coming.

“Inside, I want you inside–please.”

And then, it hits you–you both came undone, hard, his trust deep, and stopped all his movements. You could feel your inside getting filled by his hot cum, coming so much your inside felt full. He pulled out of you smiling at himself to admire his work of art, his cum dripping out of you. He caressed your body, calming you as you came down from your high. This orgasm felt so good, your breath heavy as you watched him admire you, his eyes were full of love.

“Maybe I should make you jealous more often, it looks good on you”, you laughed at him and pulled him by the neck to kiss him on the lips.

“Shut up, I’m not jealous.” He had no reason to be; you were his, but you loved seeing him jealous regardless. You felt love.

The apartment was quiet again, the only sound you could hear was the soft rustling of sheets and mingled breaths. You lay curled against Seungcheol’s chest, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his arms tightening around you.

“So,” he said after a long moment, his voice casual but with a hint of amusement. “Still thinking about Taemin?”

You laughed, slapping his chest lightly. “Not even a little. You made sure of that.”

“Good,” he said, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. “Just remember—you’re mine.”

“Always,” you replied, snuggling closer. “But just so you know, I’m totally going to his next concert.”

Seungcheol groaned, burying his face in your hair. “You’re impossible.”

You giggled, pressing a kiss to his chest. “And you’re jealous. But don’t worry—I’ll always come home to you.”

“You better,” he muttered, though there was no real heat behind his words. “Or I’ll have to remind you again.”

You smiled, your eyes drifting shut. “I’m counting on it.”

You woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of Seungcheol humming in the kitchen. You stretched lazily, your body was sore, but you wore a contented smile on your face as you remembered the events of the previous night. Seungcheol had definitely made his point, and you couldn’t help but feel a little smug about it.

You padded into the kitchen, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. “Morning,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his shirtless back.

“Morning,” he replied, turning around to kiss you properly. “Sleep well?”

“Like a baby,” you said with a grin. “Thanks to you.”

He smirked, handing you a cup of coffee. “Good. Just remember who’s responsible for that.”

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of the coffee. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“Maybe,” he said, leaning against the counter. “But you love me anyway.”

“I do,” you admitted, smiling up at him. “Even if you are a little jealous.”

He raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Jealous? Me? Never.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Sure, Seungcheol. Whatever you say.”

He pulled you closer, his expression turning serious for a moment. “Just remember—you’re mine. No matter how many concerts you go to.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with affection. “I know. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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you put a finger to his lips and shush him with your free hand, using the grip you have on his shirt to continue dragging him towards the bed.

he laughs when you throw yourself backwards onto the mattress and yank him with you. he barely catches himself in time, hovering over you just inches out of reach.

“c’mon, baby. i’m all sweaty and gross.”

“i don’t care.”

you’re treated to another eyebrow raise as he appraises you, his eyes searching your own. “what’s gotten into you?”

“you, hopefully.”

seungcheol snorts and rolls his eyes in disbelief. “you really don’t want to wait?”

you shake your head. “i want you now.”

“we could take this to the shower,” he suggests.

“we could… after you fuck me like this.”

he sucks in a breath, his resolve visibly slipping away as you slide your fingers into the belt loops of his jeans and pull him flush against you. “god, you’re… making this really hard.”

“i can feel that.”

“you know what i meant, you little-”

you let go of his pants and run one of your hands through his hair that’s still damp with sweat. you wind the longer strands around your fingers, pulling until he hisses through his teeth.

“you really want me like this, huh?”

“you know i do. i always do.”

“you like seeing me on stage that much?”

You looked at his toned abs, his strong arms and large hands holding your little ball of joy and you nodded at his words, it was indeed a little show to you. Ever since you got pregnant, anything parent related that Mingyu did was a reason for you to get a little bit more attracted to him, so that sight was prettier than any Monet’s painting.

“I can’t lie, I’m quite invested in this little show, it’s very entertaining.”

He smiled and danced in a sensual yet playful way, making sure the baby was still comfortable in his arms. You laughed in response and clapped your hands, hyping him up. Mingyu mirrored your laughter before sitting on the chair in front of the bed and focusing on his angel that was in his arms, almost falling asleep.

“My little girl,” he carefully booped her tiny nose. His heart burned with love when he saw her tiny hands wrapping around his finger. “I’ll do anything to keep you safe, to keep you happy and to make sure that you never forget how much I love you. You’ll be so loved that no one will ever give you less love than you deserve.”

You watched him whispering sweet promises to your daughter with a small and tired smile on your face, your body threatening to finally give you the rest that you need to.

“Mingyu…”

He looked up at you with a soft smile on his face. “Yes, love?”

“You’ll be the best dad ever. She will love you forever and will always be grateful for having you as her father.” Your voice was quiet and slow as you started to drift off.

Mingyu felt so touched by your sleeping words that he had to hold back his tears. He looked down to the baby and saw her sleeping peacefully, he stood up and walked towards the crib, putting her in it with all the care in the world, making sure to fix her blanket.

When he got into bed beside you, he wrapped his arms around your waist, put you closer to him and hid his face in the crook of your neck. “You’ll be a good mom too, the best mom ever. Can’t wait to grow old with you and watch her growing up and becoming who she wants to be… I’m sure you’re gonna be her role model.”

1. the hoodie incident

you shuffle into the living room, drowning in a hoodie that is at least three sizes too big. it’s warm, it’s soft, and it smells like a mix of fabric softener and something familiar—probably the owner’s cologne.

woozi immediately squints at you from across the room. "is that mine?"

you freeze mid-step.

"uh."

his eyes narrow. "return it."

your jaw drops. "what? no! it’s cozy!"

"i don’t care. give it back."

seungkwan, sitting on the couch, bursts into laughter. "he doesn’t even let us borrow his hoodies, what made you think you were special?"

"because i should get privileges?!"

woozi just shakes his head, unimpressed. "and privileges include stealing my clothes?"

you flop onto the floor in protest. woozi does not care.

2. the arm wrestling disaster

"i don’t want to do this."

"too bad," dino says cheerfully, shoving you into a chair.

hoshi grins at you from across the table, already rolling up his sleeves. "come on, don’t hold back."

you glare. "i wasn’t planning to."

hoshi smirks, resting his elbow on the table. you do the same, gripping his hand, ready to prove that you are not weak—

and then, in less than five seconds, he slams your hand down like it’s nothing.

you just sit there, blinking at your defeated arm.

hoshi beams, patting your head like a child. "you tried your best."

dino is crying with laughter. vernon shakes his head in disappointment. you sulk in silence.

3. the boo'ed performance

"let me try," you say, excitedly bouncing on your heels as the guys take turns freestyle dancing in the practice room.

jun grins. "okay, show us what you got!"

hyped up, you step into the center, cracking your knuckles. this is your moment. your time to shine. you take a deep breath and move—

"BOOOOO."

you freeze.

all thirteen of them are booing you in unison, completely drowning out the music.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" you shout over the noise, scandalized.

jeonghan shrugs, still clapping mockingly. "we do this to everyone."

minghao nods. "gotta keep you humble."

you stare at them in betrayal before dramatically collapsing onto the floor. they cheer.

4. the lifting struggle

it happens so often, you barely react anymore.

one second, you’re standing in the kitchen, minding your own business. the next, wonwoo effortlessly picks you up and walks past the others like you’re part of his grocery run.

mingyu throws you over his shoulder like a sack of rice.

dk spins you around in circles until you’re dizzy.

seungcheol hooks an arm around your waist and carries you under one arm like a briefcase.

each time, you yell. each time, they laugh.

"this is NOT NORMAL," you cry. no one listens.

5. group hugs

you are trapped. suffocating. absolutely squashed between thirteen bodies in the middle of a group hug.

"i can’t breathe," you wheeze.

"builds character," joshua says, laughing as he tightens his grip.

the world fades to black.

6. the final betrayal

late at night, you curl up on the floor in the practice room, too exhausted to drag yourself to bed.

a few hours later, you wake up slowly, still groggy, expecting to see the wooden floors of the practice room. but instead, you’re met with… grass?

you jolt up. you’re outside. in a park. on a picnic blanket.

before you can fully process it, you hear barely contained snickers. you turn your head to find all thirteen members hiding (terribly) behind bushes, trees, and even a nearby bench.

"good morning, sleeping beauty!" seungkwan calls out.

"welcome to your new home!" hoshi grins.

"hope you enjoy your outdoor lifestyle," jeonghan smirks.

"how—what—why am i HERE?" you sputter.

"you fell asleep in the practice room," woozi shrugs, as if this is totally normal.

"so we brought you somewhere peaceful," minghao adds, sipping his iced coffee.

"and left you there to wake up confused," vernon finishes.

you blink at them. then at the picnic blanket. then back at them.

"i hate all of you."

—

forty minutes later, you’re regretting everything.

the movie is terrifying. every shadow in the room suddenly feels like it’s moving, and even though you know you’re safe, your brain is convinced that something is about to grab you from behind.

you cling to the closest person—who happens to be wonwoo. he doesn’t seem to mind, just lets you grip his arm like your life depends on it.

"you’re shaking," he murmurs, barely audible over the tense music playing on screen.

"shut up," you whisper back, too scared to move.

the worst part? jeonghan notices.

"aww, are you scared?" he teases, nudging your side.

you don’t respond. mostly because you’re trying not to scream.

then—

a sudden jumpscare.

you do scream.

the entire dorm explodes into chaos.

mingyu yells and throws his popcorn into the air. hoshi launches himself over the back of the couch. seokmin and seungkwan are shriek-laughing, rolling onto the floor.

and you?

you bolt.

without thinking, you make a break for it, dashing out of the living room and into the safety of your room. you don’t stop until you’ve thrown yourself into bed, yanking the blanket over your head.

silence.

then—footsteps.

your door creaks open.

"…she actually ran away," vernon says, amused.

"i told you guys she’d freak out," joshua sighs.

"hey, you okay?" seungcheol’s voice is gentle.

"no," you whine from under the blanket.

a weight dips the bed. then another. then several. before you can even react, the members are piling in, shoving and squishing themselves onto your bed.

"what are you doing?" you ask, peeking out.

"staying with you," dino grins.

"we broke her, so now we have to fix her," minghao deadpans.

"we should’ve just watched tangled," woozi mutters, clearly blaming jeonghan for all of this.

you huff but don’t argue. as much as you hate to admit it, having them all here makes you feel better.

"…fine," you mumble. "but if any of you snore, i’m kicking you out."

"no promises," hoshi laughs, already making himself comfortable.