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Does anyone know deleted user reyofseokshine? Their deleted svt fics used to make me laugh sm and I really want to read them again

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SVT’s Jeonghan: Love, War, and Everything Between || part two

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Fic Piece Written By: Admin Grandma of @springday-aus​

Moodboard Link: Created by Admin Grandpa

Character Pairing Y/N [fem. reader] and Seventeen’s Yoon Jeonghan

Other Characters: Nu’est [Jonghyun and Minhyun (mentioned), Baekho (known as Dongho)], Blackpink’s Jisoo, APink’s Namjoo, Seventeen [Seungcheol and Jisoo, along with idiot squad!Soonyoung, Seokmin, and Seungkwan], and more to be added along the way! 

Genre: historical, romance, drama, royal!au, arranged marriage!au + gender role reversal

None of this is historically accurate! This is purely fiction!

Type: series

prologue || part one || part two || part three → to be available! check the progress on our upcoming page! 

Word Count: approx. 4.7k

Plot Summary: Korea’s most distinguished military general arrives home, carrying back glory and honor from the war. However, the general has been revealed to be a woman! Due to the prominent military accomplishments you have made as the highest ranking general, by orders of the Empress, you are arranged to be married to the second-eldest prince, Yoon Jeonghan. Only one problem lies between you two: your reputation as a ruthless killing machine, which scares the living daylights out of your new husband.

→ Inspired by: the Chinese drama called Oh My General (also known as General Above I Am Below)

Warnings: graphic violence, glorified war, murder, sexual harassment, sex discrimination (mainly against women), poly-relationships (i.e. concubines), political corruption, and homosexual tendencies

The brothel is especially crowded today, both in customers and the women. The atmosphere is bustling with excitement and laughter as drinks are being passed around. The music lifts the mood, providing more entertainment for the drunken males as they chat amongst themselves. 

Unfortunately for them, however, most of the ladies are rushing to the center of the main floor to get a glimpse of Prince Jeonghan—who’s preparing a special performance. While it’s not rare for him to make an appearance, there are few occasions for him to perform. 

He openly gets undressed from his royal robes, which are made of the finest silks, down to his undergarments. Underneath the bright pastels is nothing but pure white. His skin shines against the sunlight that pours in from the balcony and it highlights his facial features. 

A woman gushes from the sidelines. “Oh, gosh. I’ve only heard of how pretty he is, but now that I’ve seen him in person…” She covers the bottom half of her face with her fan in shyness as her words trail off. “I don’t think I could ever recover.” 

“His fingers are so delicate,” another whispers, almost fearful of the Prince overhearing her. 

“Forget his hands!” A woman nudges her, shaking her fan towards his figure. “Just look at those lips. They’re absolutely perfect.” 

Another sighs in content of the view. “His jawline was sculpted by a greater divinity. That divinity wanted us to worship that jawline.” 

“That jawline is meant to cut diamonds, not just worshipping.” 

At a separate table, a few feet away from the balcony and the crowd of women, there sits three men—friends of the Prince. Upon hearing these comments makes Seokmin gag from his seated position, so much that he leans over and pretends to retch under the table. Soonyoung’s face wrinkles in disgust at the sounds and Seungkwan simply looks away, fanning himself. 

“My Prince,” Seungkwan calls out. “To what is the aim of all this?” 

Prince Jeonghan smirks to himself as he pulls on the shabby, bright red robes. He has been adorned in much more expensive fabrics—with much better quality, bound to last for centuries—and yet, every once in a while, he lowers himself down (as his mother likes to put it) to connect with the common folks. It might be demeaning for others, but, for him, it’s a chance to express himself, his talents, and his abilities to show his connections with the citizens. 

But of course, he is deemed as nothing more than a shallow prince. 

The Prince swallows, almost as if to push down the brief moment of sadness, before he turns to the trio. He raises his smirk higher, much more smug than before. “Attention, I suppose.” 

Seungkwan’s jaw drops slightly from the audacity of the Prince. However, while disappointed, the man cannot say he is surprised. 

Seokmin simply rolls his eyes, but doesn’t respond—knowing it’s smarter not to bite at the hands of the Prince. Considering how long they’ve all known one another, Prince Jeonghan’s words are the ones that bite the hardest. 

However, Soonyoung never learns his lesson. He shakes his head at the Prince’s words, before pouring another drink for himself. “My Prince, I must say that the cheap fabrics oddly suit you.” 

Seungkwan nearly chokes on his spit at the words, holding his fan between him and Soonyoung. “You shouldn’t say that,” he says, without bothering to be quiet. “You’re only going to feed his ego more.” 

The Prince raises his hand, as if to playfully hit him with his own decorated fan—a similar shade of red that matches his robe. “You’re one to say, considering how often you provide more compliments for yourself rather than receiving them from others.” 

Before the latter can respond, Prince Jeonghan makes his way through the tables and towards the front, where there is an open stage awaiting for him. He makes his place in the center, in the middle of a rose pile that is swept across the floor, where he sits elegantly. 

The wind begins to blow softly, enough to swirl the petals around him—with the additional cherry blossoms flowing from the open balcony and into the room. The band immediately begins, playing a soft melody to calm the hearts of all within close proximity. 

His body begins to move with the music, as if he were part of the winds that drift in the air. The balance and poise his body demonstrates would leave the female dancers envious had it not been the fact that they were too busy admiring his beauty. He is more than calm and collected—but still manages to display elegance and sentiment. 

There’s a collection of satisfied sighs that can be heard from the ladies as he loses himself to the music. With moments like this, he forgets it all: the royal status, the scrutiny—he just becomes another mere dancer with talents of his own. 

As the last note is held, he bends down and folds himself towards the ground as if to thank his audience. Applause fills the air and the ladies begin to throw their handkerchiefs to the stage. 

“Absolutely beautiful!” 

“Spectacular, my Prince!” 

“A man of many talents, Prince Jeonghan!” 

Their praises continue to fill his ears as he steps down, making his way back towards his table—where the trio greets him with a standing ovation and slow claps to applaud the Prince and his talents. 

“But, of course,” Soonyoung says. “What else did we expect from our Prince himself?” 

“What he means to say,” Seokmin intervenes. “Was that it was a wonderful dance, as per usual, my Prince.” 

They take their seats again, making more toasts and snacking on the plates presented on their table. Their conversation is interrupted by the brothel’s owner, who comes with more women and numerous plates full of food and drinks that only one can imagine. 

“Prince Jeonghan,” she says with a bow. “Thank you for visiting our humble brothel. I can only gift you with my ladies and food to fill your stomach.” 

“That is more than enough,” Prince Jeonghan says. “Thank you for allowing me to dance.” 

“It’s our honor, my Prince.” She gives another bow of her head, giving time for the women to set up the additional food and drinks, before making herself scarce. 

Prince Jeonghan turns his attention back to the table, making more toasts with the trio and engaging with the conversation once more—allowing the rowdy setting to activate again. 

However, a snicker from a few tables away catches the ears of the Prince. A few men, clearly in a more drunken state that is less than appropriate given the time of day, entertain themselves with rather reckless comments in front of royalty. 

“Can you believe,” one begins to speak, “that he is a prince of our country? My chickens set a better example of leadership than that frilly pansy.” 

The other man hums, only to let out a small burp as he opens his mouth. “If he were to run the country, we would be in ruins.” 

“That’s why he’s only a mere prince,” another responds. “Prince Jonghyun is the only one who will successfully obtain the kingdom and there shall be no worries.” 

“Well,” the second man replies. “Prince Seungcheol is another option. Either one is a good choice. I wouldn’t mind being under Prince Minhyun’s rule either.” 

“Prince Jeonghan is more of collateral damage,” the first man hiccups. “A worse case scenario, if you will.” 

The Prince frowns underneath his cup as he takes another sip of his alcohol, but doesn’t say anything. While knowing some part of it is true, it doesn’t mean it hurts any less. His train of thought is interrupted as a familiar face noisily enters the room. 

He stands. “Chan!” 

The young boy looks a bit startled, but relieved to see the Prince. “My Prince!” He quickly makes his way over to the table of recognizable faces. “My Lords,” he says, bowing his head to greet the others. He turns back to the main man. “Prince Jeonghan, I have urgent news from the palace.” 

“Chan,” Soonyoung says. “Would you like some water first?” 

“Yes, have some first,” Seokmin adds. “You look like you ran from the palace itself.” 

There’s a moment of silence as Chan catches his breath, silently accepting the glass Seungkwan presents to him. After swallowing large gulps from the glass, he wipes his mouth and practically slams the glass back on the table. 

Seungkwan clears his throat. “Chan, you may now proceed with the news.” 

Chan gives him a look, almost amused as to how Seungkwan presents himself as above him—even in the presence of royalty. With a shake of his head, he chooses to ignore him. “Prince Jeonghan, your mother has requested your presence.” 

The Prince frowns. “Why is that?” 

“Because you’re to be wed in a week.” 

All chatter dies—from the ladies in the arms of others to the actual guests themselves. The trio has frozen, unsure as to what it was exactly that they had heard. A pin has been dropped. 

“Come again?” The Prince asks. “I am to be what in when?” 

Meanwhile, the trio seems to have come to their senses, as they all stand in unison. 

“To who?” 

Chan seems more nervous at the question, now that he has the full attention of everyone in the room. “I know it is out of my place, my Prince, but I believe you should discuss this with your mother. I’m unsure as to whether I am authorized to disclose this information, considering the conditions we are currently in.” 

There’s another moment of silence with the eyes of many silently pushing the young boy to release the new gossip of the week. If he’s already stirred the pot, what’s wrong with letting it boil over a little? 

“I’ll pardon you if my family threatens to behead you,” Prince Jeonghan offers. At the sight of Chan’s pale face at the mention of capital punishment, he immediately rushes to fix his own words. “Although, I highly doubt it would extend that far.” 

Glancing around, Chan hesitantly steps closer, only to be pulled into the small circle. Their heads join together—however, all of their eyes are locked on him, along with the ears of those still within the brothel. 

“According to my sources,” he whispers. “I hear Prince Jeonghan is to be wed to…” 

“Oh, to who?!” Seungkwan bursts. 

Soonyoung pulls him back in. 

Chan’s voice gets smaller. “To General (Y/L/N).” 

“THE GENERAL?!” Seokmin shrieks. 

With that, the guests partake in their chitchat once more. The second prince is to be wed to the General? There were some rumors of the General being female, but were they true? What is to be of the military, nevertheless of the royal family? Will Prince Jeonghan end up destroying his family line? There were also rumors from the palace maids themselves who said he often had trouble… performing—despite his many whores who are now palace concubines. 

The trio seems to have already processed this information—moving on to try and find some rationale as to why or what it was that led to this. Meanwhile, Prince Jeonghan has personally felt as if his soul has been sold to the literal devil. He has officially become a shell of a man. 

Should he feel betrayed by his family? Or angry at the thought of being wed to someone he doesn’t know? 

“Isn’t the General a man?” Soonyoung asks. He turns to Chan. “How could they let the second prince marry a man?!” 

Chan can only open his mouth, attempting to provide some response to the lord. 

“I think the bigger question is whether or not the General is even part of the human species,” Seungkwan slyly comments. “Do you know how many people he’s killed? He’s literally called the Devil from all the bodies he’s collected on the battlefield.” 

“Not just the battlefield,” Seokmin adds. “My father told me that they executed one of their own soldiers with a whip, which had been personalized with blades.” He shudders at the thought. “I’m glad he’s our general rather than another’s. Can you imagine the horror?” 

With his words, the trio slowly turn their attention back to Prince Jeonghan, who looks as white as a ghost—sheer horror apparent on his face as the news officially sunk in. 

Chan takes a step forward, lightly tugging on the Prince’s robes. “Prince Jeonghan?” 

There’s no response. 

“I’ve been ordered by your mother to bring you back to the palace. There’s a carriage outside waiting for you.” He turns to the trio. “I shall head back downstairs to wait for him as he changes.” 

He bows in respect to the trio and the Prince before making his exit—not before taking another glance at the Prince, gauging in the royal’s response once more. 

It’s not until after the young messenger boy has left that Prince Jeonghan eventually comes back to his senses. Although, it did take a good few minutes for the information to be fully processed. 

The guests are still chatting away at the news and he can feel their eyes on him more than ever. He preferred their scrutiny rather than their overcurious eyes that want nothing more than to pry him in his most vulnerable state. 

He’s starting to feel sick. His legs can no longer support him and he can feel himself collapsing onto the table. He turns back to the trio with eyes filled with fear and apprehension. Surely, his mother can do something, right?

“Your highness,” Eunuch Gok calls from outside the doors. “Prince Yoon has arrived.” 

The words hit the ears of all those within the room, with the maids and other servants sharing knowing glances towards one another—but none of them dare to stop themselves from completing their tasks. 

In the center of it all, the Princess Dowager sighs, feeling the exhaustion hit once more at the mention of her son. With a wave of her hand, she dismisses the maid by her side. “Bring him in.” 

“Yes, your highness.” 

The maids scurry, almost scrambling to move out of the way for the storm that’s about to hit—positioning themselves to form a line behind her highness. 

It’s not even a second after that the Prince bursts through the doors. 

“Mother!” 

She doesn’t flinch, feeling rather familiar with her son’s dramatics. “Greetings first, Jeonghan. Manners make a man.” 

He makes a face, but still bows to her with his head lowered. “Greetings, mother.” He stands up straight, immediately dropping the polite act. “What is this I hear about marriage?�� 

The Princess Dowager slowly picks up her teacup, taking a slow sip from it. The Prince, however, is still feeling antsy at the news. 

With each second passing, the dread of this ill-fated marriage is getting more and more realistic. His foot taps impatiently on the expensive rug that decorates the room. 

“Mother?” he calls. “Please say something.” 

She places the cup back on the plate and signals the dismissal of her maids. They quietly make their exit, shutting the doors tightly behind them as they all leave the royals to their personal business. 

“Mother!” 

She immediately shushes him with a finger to his lips, pulling him closer to her. He’s practically on his knees, knees knocking against the brightly painted chair—only to kneel at her feet as if she has the answers to his prayers. 

“Keep your voice down!” she whispers. “You know how much the servants like to gossip and, if they are to see your panic, they will not hesitate to share this information with the others!” 

“I thought you had good relations with Dowager Choi and Dowager Hong.” 

“I do, but it would make for awkward talks if they were to find out through the servants’ gossip.” 

The Prince doesn’t understand the point of it all, but, when does he ever understand royal relations? 

He shakes his head, almost as if to physically clear his head of his lingering questions. “Mother, we’re getting off topic.” 

“Right,” she says. She grabs her son’s hands tightly, afraid to know what would happen if she were to let go. “Jeonghan, the Empress is the one who decided to wed you to the General.” 

“The Empress?” 

“Yes, the Empress.” 

This implies she has no power—no say—in what is to happen afterwards. His shoulders slump from the little faith that he had of being saved: all hope has been lost. 

Prince Jeonghan tries to think. Why would the Empress do this? What’s the grand scheme of things? How is this supposed to benefit the royals? Is this for military security? But, with that, comes the risk of further damage to the reputation of the royals—were they really going to risk that? 

“Jeonghan—” 

He snaps out of his thoughts. 

“You must listen very carefully and you may not disclose this information to anyone.” She paused. “At least, not yet.” 

“Yes, mother.” 

“It seems that the General is a woman.” 

He couldn’t stop himself from the question that slips. “Are you sure?” 

His mother’s hesitancy doesn’t help the building nerves. 

“Mother?” 

“Well,” she says. “That’s what the General has disclosed.” 

“Huh?” 

“The details don’t matter,” she says. “I have limited information based on what the Empress’ servants know and what my servants have heard.” She tries to think. “Just know you are to be wed in a week once the General arrives. There will be a parade in his—her? Their?” She shakes her head. “There will be a parade in the honor of the General, followed by a celebration amongst the surviving soldiers, and the wedding will commence after.” 

The Prince’s head is running with a million questions, yet his mother hasn’t answered any of them. 

He sighs—the grip tightening on his mother’s hand. “Is there anything you can do?” 

“My son, I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do.” She lifts her hand, softly caressing his face. “Had your father been alive, I would have more power.” 

Prince Jeonghan fully sinks onto the floor—hands fallen down onto the rug and he ends up running his fingers on it, to distract himself of the current situation. 

“Well, what happens now then, mother?” 

The Princess Dowager sighs once more, softly petting her son’s head to comfort him. “Now, we wait.” 

The dreaded week passes and Prince Jeonghan finds himself at the brothel once again—but this time, he’s alone. Well, alone as royalty can be. With a few guards outside the door, he sits in an isolated room with a sole glass in hand. The third floor’s open balcony provides fresh air, which is much needed regarding the stuffiness he feels from within. 

The Prince lets out a heavy sigh, pouring another glass for himself and instantly drowning it down. Too much has happened throughout the week that it all felt like a blur. He’d felt as if he were a cow who knew when he would be shipped off to the slaughterhouse. Considering his current condition, he’d prefer to be an actual cow. 

This so-called useless groom leans closer to the window, feeling the warm summer breeze shine on his skin. This is the closest to freedom he has been throughout the past week. And probably the last time he’ll feel this way. 

As the matriarchs from his side of the family prioritized the wedding details, he’s been used and tossed aside as if he was some type of doll—due to his “uselessness as the groom” (as one of the officials had commented). The palace servants have been bombarding him with this-and-that—from fabrics for the royal attendees to menus as for what shall be served and down to the details of the cloth napkins. If the Prince is presented with another royal blue shade, he’s going to flip a table. 

With the Prince’s internal struggle three flights above ground, below is where the peasants are rushing to prepare for the General’s return—flags are waved and flowers are prepped. The children are excited, playing amongst themselves, while the adults gather together to catch up and converse with one another. 

“Have you heard the news?” 

The Prince’s ears pick up on the conversation. Picking up a fan, he covers the lower half of his face as he leans out the window, despite how little it actually does to disguise his face. 

“The General completely obliterated the Chinese army—killed their general and their second-in-command barely managed to escape.” 

“Didn’t he meet his end as well?” 

There’s a staggered huff before the person responds. 

“Considering how the General is practically inhumane with his killings, I wouldn’t be surprised if the body count was higher.” 

“I would fear for my life had I faced the General on the battlefield.” 

“Or in person.” 

There’s a snicker. 

“Well, you do have to acknowledge his skills.” 

“The General is titled as a general for a reason.” 

“Yes, this is a joyous occasion. We must celebrate Korea’s success!” 

They skip off into oblivion that the Prince can only imagine. It’s in this case that the peasants are living in the luxury that the royal yearns for once more. To the commoners, their hero was to return home—whereas Prince Jeonghan’s hell begins with the General’s arrival. 

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. The beat of the drums is faint and distant, but still present. Everyone scrambles as the sound of galloping horses by the hundreds approaches closer and closer towards the gates. Even the Prince is flustered, the sudden arrival of his fiancee prompting him to scatter and flee out of his private room. 

“My Prince!” A guard calls, chasing after him. 

“My Prince,” another yells. “Why are you running?!” 

“To escape my problems!” 

“At least use the carriage, my Prince!” 

“No!” 

The Prince runs, passing by various groups of guests and their companions—practically jumping down the numerous flights of stairs and nearly diving into groups of strangers as he makes his way out of the brothel. 

Meanwhile, the street has been cleared to create a path for the most distinguished general of Korea. Rose petals have been prepared and spread throughout, creating colorful layers to welcome the heroes back home. The flags are up, flapping against the wind and shining its beautiful colors in the bright, warm sunshine. The horses are approaching much closer—leading to much excitement with the townspeople. 

At the main gates, you rest on your horse, pulling its reins to stop its tracks. Your army follows afterwards—Dongho, Jisoo, and Namjoo behind you. For a moment, everything is still. The blue fabric blows lightly against the wind, in contrast to the shiny black armor that remains tightly wound on your body. 

With your approach (and a glimpse of the signature colors of the flag and your armor), the head guards open the main gates to allow your entry. You and your army make its way through the gates, eventually moving past the countryside and closer to the capital. 

A shower of petals greets you and you have to hold back a smile at the sight. The townspeople are greeting you with shouts of greetings and praises, tossing grains as you and your army pass as a congratulations and welcome back home. With your head held high, you lead your way through the flowery path laid out for your army and head towards the palace, where you know your punishment awaits. 

As you move throughout the town, your men quickly navigate their ways back to their respective homes—their families, wives, children, and whatnot. Even Dongho makes his way back home (saying something about setting back into his hut for tranquility and peace). 

You know you should pop in to check with your grandfather, but you have more pressing matters on your hands. It is the King after all. 

The nerves start to get to you as you approach the palace gates, leaving you with Namjoo and Jisoo at your side once more. Your jaw clenches: the threats of a beheading are becoming more and more realistic as you make your way past the palace guards. The anxiety must have been obvious to have the paternal twins notice. 

“General,” Namjoo softly calls from her horse. “After what you have contributed, you have nothing to fear.” 

You nod, trying to convince yourself that it will not be as bad as it can be. She’s right: you have many accomplishments and the aftermath of a war can easily lead to another. They need you. The worst case scenario is the death penalty… 

… And the dread has returned. 

“I know it’s a lot to process,” Jisoo says. “But, we’re right here besides you.” She holds out her hand, which you take and hold onto. “Through thick and thin.” 

“Through thick and thin,” you repeat. 

The hand isn’t dropped until you can make out the stairs of the main court, where the King is seated outside—awaiting for your return. 

You pull on the reins; your horse whining a bit, eventually calming down as you shush him. You and your guards climb your way down your horses, walking towards the Emperor to properly greet him. On the third step, you kneel on your knee (followed by Jisoo and Namjoo) and bow your head down.

“Greeting to your majesty.” 

“Accepted,” the King says. “Welcome home, General (Y/L/N).” 

“Thank you, your majesty.” 

“Congratulations on your victory.” 

“Thank you, your majesty.” 

“On that note,” the King says. “Let us get straight to business.” He stands up, his hands folded behind him, and walks through the open doors, where the throne is present. 

Without a word, you three follow him into the court—keeping a safe distance. The King makes himself comfortable on the throne and you keep your head low, awaiting for his decision to be made… or announced. You’re still unsure as to where this is all going. 

A moment of silence passes and he speaks once more. 

“I have kept the court calm for now,” he says. “However, as some of the officials are still upset, we have come to a decision for your… announcement.” 

Your heart stops with each second he pauses, unaware of the chaos about to be unloaded onto you. 

“You are to be wed to my second-nephew, Yoon Jeonghan.” There’s a pause. “Consider it a gift from the royal family, who is forever in your debt for your military contributions.” 

You feel your heart actually dropping to your stomach. Your eyes are the only indicator of your internal panic, considering how they move around—unsure as to where they go. 

“Thank you, your majesty,” you manage to say. “I will forever remember your generosity for my crime.”

He holds up a hand, stopping you. “You have to remember that with this generosity, it is also your punishment.” 

“Pardon, your majesty?” 

There’s a sad smile on his face—a look that was similar to your father’s. “It’s generous for your deception, but it is still a punishment nevertheless. While he may be my nephew, I’m afraid he’s rather useless.” He sucks in a breath, trying to pick his next words carefully. “Your punishment is a pretty, but useless husband.” 

Your confusion is still apparent, considering how the King continues to speak—helping you understand the reasoning behind the court’s logic. 

“(Y/N),” he says. 

You freeze at the use of your first name. 

“You are the most distinguished general of our time, but you are still a woman. You have to be wed, especially at your age. Consider the repercussions had this happened at a later age.” 

You hear him make his way down, but you don’t dare to look up. 

He places a hand on your shoulder. “This is a good thing, (Y/N).” 

Yes, you think to yourself. 

This is a good thing.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please don’t ask about updates. If you would like to see when the next part will be updated, check out the upcoming works post. 

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[hannie-dul-set]

who in svt would agree to rob someone's house with you

first of all, stealing is a crime what the hell. second of all— be sure to be strapped with the right equipment, wear dark clothing, and make sure that the person you're stealing from is a rich, privileged, capitalist bastard that deserves to get all their belongings stripped from them <3 have fun!!

seungcheol: "cheol, wanna rob a h—" sirens ring, people (seungcheol) start(s) screaming, and all of a sudden you're locked up in a room. i'm sorry but mr. choi will NOT tolerate nor condone any behavior of such. you're behind bars now, criminal "cheol this is your bathroo—" BEHIND BARS SHUT UP. he'll let you out after maybe 15 minutes because he'd start to feel bad that you're locked in there and will lock himself up instead cause of the guilt </3 | rating: 2/10 if you like getting locked up/handcuffed you nasty.

jeonghan: dude can get away with extortion, dude can get away with tax evasion, dude can get away with MURDER you think he'd get his hands dirty for something so small such as robbery? psh, alright fine since you asked. you're like "uh, han where did you get these grappling hooks?? and ski masks??" and he's like shh a magician never reveals his secret now help me break open this window | rating: 8/10 only because he'd throw you under the bus if you get caught lmao good luck playing with fire.

joshua: "no ❤" he'd gently decline, but he wouldn't stop you. he'd even volunteer to bail you out if you get caught awh how sweet <33 shua doesn't want to get involved in any of your fiendish tendencies, he has a gentleman persona he has to keep up and you won't get him to commmit theft no matter HOW tempting and fun you make it out to be. you're like "but josh, i'm robbing jeonghan" and he'd be like SWEATS "uh,, give me some time to think" | rating: 5/10 he ends up agreeing to rob jeonghan and you both end up getting caught but at least you're caught together!

junhui: he'd be like "oh yeah sure sounds fun" dismissively. but when you pull up in front of his house, rope in hand, dressed in black and everything he's like "OH,, right i forgot—" and you're like DAMMIT junhui but he still comes with you anyway. you ultimately regret your decision because the entire time he's like "what do we now? what's the hammer for? wait what exactly are we gonna steal?" and you're THIS close to committing murder, instead | rating: 5/10 because participation points.

soonyoung: in theory, he's ALL FOR IT like he would be so excited and enthusiastic he has an entire 47 step plan of absolute mastermind genius and he's like "this is FOOLPROOF we're gonna steal like thieves 😎" and you're like "soonyoung we ARE thieves". but in practice, uh. he's excited right. too excited. okay maybe OVER excited because holy fuck he's acting like this 007 agent or whatever. he ends up squealing cause wow!! i'm so badass!!! and you end up getting the cops on you rip | rating: 7/10 because the police chase is a whole 'nother story to unfold.

wonwoo: "alright, here's what you're gonna do—" the dude has read so much crime novels that he knows EXACTLY where you should enter, what you should bring, how to escape, where you should snack in case you get hungry but the thing is, he is NOT coming with you lmao. he's not dumb enough to risk it, sorry y/n <3 make sure to give him at least 50% of what you got though, he isn't giving this knowledge for free | rating: 6/10 because his tips were actually helpful but you had to do all the work so fuck you wonwoo i'm robbing you next.

jihoon: he would be helpful like REALLY helpful but hoonie doesn't want to </3 "oh? you wanna be a criminal? good luck i guess?" proceeds to delete you from his contacts because he doesn't want to have connections with a thief rip. but maybe if you're like "jihoon pls i have negative dollars in my bank account you're anti-poor if you don't help me" and he'd be like "that's it??? here bitch eat" then he'd throw money at you like it's nothing and it IS nothing because jihoon rich | rating: technically a 1/10 but is it really a loss if you got cash.

minghao: i don't know how to tell you this but minghao is the exact guy i would steal from and he'd probably let you so | rating: invalid. everyone let's eat the rich and we're starting with hao <3

mingyu: oh no. oh nono sweetie what are you getting yourself into this is a bad idea but if you're one for bad ideas then alright. he'd be too scared to actually rob the place so he just volunteers to be your lookout!! that would be good right? no risk that he'd break something while you're sleuthing?? right?? WRONG like i said he's nervous bcs omg what if i get caught?? WHO'S GONNA FEED BOBPUL??? he'd panic, blowing your cover and oops you're at the police station now | rating: 4/10 you didn't get to steal anything but his spider legs managed to get you guys away.

seokmin: ....why? he'd try to convince you not to like he will CRY just so you won't actually do it because why would you want to steal? :< normally you'd just say nevermind!!! i won't steal ahaha that was a joke yes a joke. but if you're a DEMON and would actually push through it, expect a million calls and texts from seokmin as you're trying to rob. it would be sweet because awh kyeom is worried <3 but it's all heart eyes and uwuwu's until aju nice starts blaring from your phone for the 37th time that night | rating: 0/10 infinite aju nice can't save you this time.

seungkwan: well he won't necessarily agree to help you. he's just there to watch you in case things go wrong because that's a free show, ladies and gents!! you're like "kwan, help me climb up this window" and he's like lol. good luck. victory is fruitless without a struggle <33 you end up breaking a vase?? hilarious. you can't find the keys to the door? lmao what a loser? the house owner is actually your ex and you're trying to get revenge? oh my god WHERE is the popcorn | rating: 3/10 because he has everything on tape and yeah it was pretty entertaining.

vernon: he's down. absolutely. just tell him what to do and he'd to it with flawless execution. a clean robery not even sherlock holmes can tell that you broke in. suddenly it became a regular thing between the both of you and would you look at that!! robin hood duo on the rise in town— says the local paper. what's this? you two have fans now? damn looks like stealing was the way to go, after all | rating: 10/10 rob. help the poor. publicity. rich and famous.

chan: veryyy hesitant at first but you manage to coax him into it by saying that this will probably end up in the news and he's like "news??? i'll be on the news??? nEWSHSHSJSJ??" and you're like "yeah but let's make sure to keep our names out of that alright" and so he agrees. you two are ambitious so you rob a fucking mansion with state of the art security but no technology can beat a lee chan who wants to go down in history | rating: 9/10 minus one point because you two were too good and there was no entertainment value </3

#reposting because tumblr sucks #</3 #its started with kisses. then fights. and now we're committing a crime lmao what's good #this is my stress reliever so i'm sorry (not really) if you guys are sick of this <3 bcs im not HAHAH #seventeen #svt #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #seventeen shitpost #svt shitpost

[babyflossy]

take out | j.ww

gif credits to owner

pairing: sniper!wonwoo x pilot!reader

summary: you and wonwoo spend more time together in work after you become his unofficial babysitter. and no matter how dangerous your job gets, you’ll always make it out alive for take out dates with him.

genre: idk? action? there’s fluff i swear it’s not sad

warnings: swearing, murder, fighting, badly written plane fight? also i don’t know enough about to planes to have written this sorry...

word count: 2568

you heard the helicopter before it came into your vision. you hadn't heard anything from the group that left on it nearly forty-eight hours ago and everyone was waiting with bated breath to see who got off the aircraft. it wasn't supposed to an outrageously dangerous mission, but shortly after the group landed at the location, the gps and radio had been cut off leaving you all completely in the dark, only able to speculate about what happened.

the helicopter landed hastily, and the doors had opened before the propellers had stopped whirring. everyone ground-crew member stood around, waiting to see who got off whilst someone called for medical. you hurried forward, ready to deal with whatever got out of the machine. the first person out was minghao, who stumbled slightly but otherwise looked mostly intact. he met your eyes for a second before they flittered elsewhere, an apologetic look on his face. the first words he said were definitely not what you wanted to hear, "i'm sorry."

you felt your stomach drop as you rushed towards the door. inside you saw soonyoung removing his helmet, and then you saw jeonghan and chan lift up a stretcher, an oxygen mask over the face of the occupant. you got a small smile from jeonghan as wonwoo was lifted out of the aircraft, eyes closed and unmoving. frozen, you watched him be carted off to the medical bay. people got injured on mission, sure, that was quite common, but it was never wonwoo. he was always so careful and calculating you would hate to know what had happened. but you knew you would have to find out.

you were broken out of your trance by an arm settling over your shoulders. soonyoung's voice was soft as he squeezed you slightly. "he'll be fine, y/n. he might be off missions for a while, but they'll be no permanent damage."

you nodded, blinking away the tears that pooled in your eyes, letting soonyoung pull you onto the tarmac of the landing pad.

after having surgery on his leg, wonwoo was in the medical bay for a week before he was finally released, only to be whisked away into physical therapy. you hadn't left his room except for the times when joshua or seungcheol dragged you away for food or work. you had held his hand the whole time, even when he was awake, pressing soft kisses along his fingers. he had smiled every time, claiming if you kissed him properly it would help him get better faster. you complied with a laugh every time as well.

wonwoo had rolled his eyes through nearly a month of therapy before he was deemed fit to be out in the field again, not without caution, though. as the team's best sniper, he was in high demand as soon as he got the go ahead, but not without you. as the team's leader and decision maker, seungcheol had ruled that wonwoo couldn't go on a mission without you as backup. wonwoo had, again, rolled his eyes insisting he didn't need a babysitter, and you had complained that you weren't just 'backup'. nevertheless, neither of you minded spending more time together.

the first few missions went smoothly and you and wonwoo found you worked well together in the field as well as out, even if you specialised in very different things. seungcheol had recruited you nearly three years ago as a fighter pilot when his missions kept going wrong due to improperly trained pilots. you were booked for mission months in advance and seungcheol started letting you work external missions you liked the sound of.

it was your fifth mission together and you had learned that wonwoo's job was shockingly boring. he usually had a handful of targets and you two had to sit on a roof nearby and wait for them to show themselves. the only excitement came when some of the team was inside and the targets were running away from them. you couldn't help but admire his concentration, and note how cute he looked he looked when his brows furrowed, or when his nose crinkled when he laughed.

you had accepted that your life for the foreseeable future would be looking over wonwoo, and so you were surprised when wonwoo and yourself were briefed for a mission for just the two of you. it was a very high profile case, meaning seungcheol wanted the smallest possible amount of people on it to reduce to probability of human error. he had told you two that you would have to fly wonwoo to the drop off point, then leave and pursue another target. wonwoo was told exactly where he had to go, and who he had to kill, you on the other hand were given basic details if that.

"what do you mean, you don't know?" you insisted, confused as to what you could do when you knew nothing of the people.

"we think they have aircrafts, but we're not sure," he paused, looking between your confused face and wonwoo's concerned one, "we need you to pursue any aircraft that leaves the perimeters, and take them down if you can."

"right, so i'm supposed to chase and eliminate aircraft you don't even know exist, let alone know what i'm dealing with?"

"you're the best shot we've got," seungcheol's expression softened slightly, but his leader voice still remained, as the whole team called it. "you've worked with less information before."

the mission started as soon as the sun dropped below the horizon line, leaving darkness to conceal you. wonwoo had never been in a fighter plane before, and he made you promise you would fly straight without any twists or turns, which you chuckled at. wonwoo was always so stoic and fearless that the whole team, especially mingyu and minghao loved to make fun of his fear.

you got wonwoo in the plane first, making sure he had all the weapons he needed. you stood on the wind and leaned over the edge into the seating compartment, pulling the helmet over his head. he shot you a pout as you adjusted the helmet and hopped off the plane to talk to seungcheol before you left.

"good luck," he started, inciting a glare from you, "seungkwan and vernon will be in your earpiece if you need them,"

hearing the mention of their names, they spoke over the line with cheery voices. "right here, " seungkwan chirped.

"to stop you doing anything stupid," added vernon.

you waved to the rest of the team who had lined up outside to say goodbye, as if neither of you would return. you had complained to them about it before you got wonwoo in the plane, but they all insisted they didn't have anything else to do. you swung yourself into the seat in the cockpit and pulled your own helmet on after turning to throw wonwoo a thumbs up. he responded with a feeble one himself.

the reinforced screen lowered and wonwoo watched as you pressed various buttons and flicked switches. he didn't know what any of them did and his eyes slid shut when he felt the pull of the plane moving forwards. you had briefed him on what it would be like and ensured him it wasn't long until his drop off, but he hated the feeling regardless. you chuckled as you looked at him in the mirror once you were in the air, eyes screwed shut, holding onto the handles so hard his knuckles were bright white. "we're good, wonwoo." you spoke over the comms, flicking your eyes to see him looking out the window in awe.

"holy shit," he exclaimed, trying to get as close to the window as the straps and his helmet would allow. "this is so cool!"

"alright, lovebirds," you could hear the smirk in seungkwan's voice even over the radio, "y/n, you want to head north-east until i tell you. there's low visibility but you know where your landing anyway, so it doesn't matter. i'll still tell you, obviously, that's what i'm­–" seungkwan was the most helpful person on the team for you, always reassuring you and telling you where to go, but he had a tendency to ramble.

"got it," you cut him off, hearing the way vernon laughed.

"how's wonwoo?"

"dude, this is so cool! why don't i do this?" wonwoo replied to vernon, you looked in the mirror again to see him now with only one hand holding onto to the harness, the other pressed onto the glass. you were close to the landing strip now and told him so.

"wonwoo, hold on, we're about to land," he obeyed your command instantly, sinking back into his chair as he felt the plane lurch forward, eyes already shut tightly.

you landed smoothly as seungkwan told you where you were headed now whilst vernon told wonwoo that there was a car waiting to pick him up. once wonwoo was unbuckled and on the tarmac, you wrapped him in a hug before speaking quietly, "be careful, i'll come pick you up."

"you make it sound like i'm going to my first day of school, y/n," he smiled down at you, wrapping his arms around you as well, resting his head on top of yours, "be careful too, what you're going to do it probably more dangerous than me."

you watched as wonwoo was whisked away in a glossy black car, the lights from the runway sparkling back at you in the immaculate paint job. you turned the plane around and took off again, ready to get this over with, looking forward to sharing take out with wonwoo in your apartment.

seungkwan instructed you to 'fly around' until their aircrafts took, which he now had confirmation of. "we know they're getting ready to fly, couldn't tell what, though. it looked like a C-12 Huron."

"they're sending a reconnaissance plane? who're they trying to get information about?" seungkwan made a noise of mutual confusion over the comms and you checked your radar for any movement. "let me know when they send it up. it'll go down nicely."

"gotcha."

the reconnaissance plane did go down nicely. you noted it was flying west before you aimed and fired, watching the plane do down in blazing glory. what you weren't expecting however, was the fighter jet sent after it. you saw a blinking dot on your radar and radioed in to seungkwan. "what is it?"

"don't panic," uh, oh. "it's looking like a F-15 Eagle." well, shit. you checked the distance and speed on the radar. it seemed to have watched the other plane go down as it changed its course for you. you hadn't realised how much time had passed since you dropped wonwoo off and his voice startled you.

"i'm at the landing strip," your eyes were glued to the radar as you planned this out in your head. "you nearly done?"

"really not the time, wonwoo," he heard how tense your voice was and felt panic strike up in him. his mission had gone smoothly, he had taken out the targets and gone into the building after for the guards. he had always had the mentality of leaving no one able to call the police, and he was he followed through with that now.

you waited until the plane was at the right distance behind you before curving under yourself and heading upside down for it. you nosedived downwards to put distance between your plane and theirs. you could see the ground approaching too fast and you pulled up when the dot on the radar over your own. going straight up underneath it, you took fire. wonwoo, vernon and seungkwan sat in complete silence over the radio, hearing the nosedive and the spinning and the bullets firing. they heard the sounds of bullets on metal and waited in painful anticipation to hear you tell them you were okay.

but it wasn't over yet. you couldn't take the plane down then or else it would fall right into you. bracing yourself once more, you took advantage of the sneak attack and flew past them upwards, spinning again before shooting from the opposite direction.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," they realised you were alive at least and seungkwan sat up quickly, ready to hear your instructions. "seungkwan how much ammo do i have left?"

"not much," he stated regretfully. "you could fly over base and we'll shoot it down from here?"

"it'll land on you if you shoot from the roof guns. i need to take it down here." gripping the controllers tightly your mind whizzed as you formulated a plan. you needed to make it out of this alive to meet wonwoo for takeout, you wouldn't let this stop you. you realised with horror that the only way you could take it down with the ammo you had was from the front, to take out the pilot. but it meant you would be right in the firing line. unless, maybe, if you moved quick enough you could dodge the bullets. "how much fuel?"

"you've got enough for whatever you're planning." that was all you needed, and you were in front of the plane before you could think of a different plan.

twisting and turning and moving up and down quickly made your aim slightly more precarious than usual, but miraculously you managed to hit the front of the plane until your guns were empty. the plane was still in the air, though, and you felt freezing dread shoot through you as you imagined being shot down, hurtling through the air to a fiery death. your thoughts were interrupted by the tell-tale sign of the plane lurching downwards.

"oh my god, thank fuck," you muttered in relief as you watched the pilot slump forwards in the darkness and the plane drop down instantly. you didn't want to stay to watch, or wait for their backup and you were racing back towards the landing strip as you announced over the radio it was successful.

as soon as you were out the plane, wonwoo had wrapped his arms around you in a bone-crushing hug. "god, i was so worried."

"bet you're glad it's not your job now, right," you joked, pushing your face into his shoulder nevertheless, "i've faced worse."

it was nearly light out by the time you had finished the mission debrief with seungcheol who congratulated you on your 'outstanding performance' as seungkwan had put it. the rest of the team that was still at the base congratulated you as well on your way out, listening in on the debriefing as they did every time. the sun had risen when you two had finally gotten home, takeout on the table as you sat leaning against each other on the floor, uniforms changed for more comfortable clothes. wonwoo had joked he never wanted to let you drive a car after your flying and you smacked him playfully.

after brushing your teeth next to each other, trying to make the other laugh until you nearly choked on the toothpaste, you at last made it to pillowy heaven of your bed, legs tangled together with wonwoo's. you had shut the curtains tightly, trying to stop the midday sun from entering. wonwoo's head rested on your collarbones as he slipped into peaceful sleep, you not far behind, ready to repeat the routine again.

a/n: hello again lol. also, i’m working on a few longer pieces which are all like half finished which is why i haven’t updated in so long,,, but hopefully that means there should be a few out after i get home,,, i acc like this so i hope you do too!!

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[sarahrockinpunk]

A Killer Among Us

Plot: A serial killer is on the lose in Seoul. Being the head homicide detective, Mingyu must track down a killer who has been on a spree for eleven months. His partner Jeonghan is bitter, for many reasons, and his sadistic tendencies cause friction between the two. Will Mingyu discover who is behind the murders before another person is killed? Or will the killer reveal themselves by accident? 

Author: @sarahrockinpunk

Genre: True Crime

Group: Seventeen MASTERLIST

Evidence was spread across the detective’s desk haphazardly. Trying to make sense of the latest murder had him perplexed, the M.O had changed to a more gruesome approach.

“I don’t know Mingyu, this looks like it could be a new series of murders.” Jeonghan said as he pinned up the new photos next to the old crime scene photos.

“It doesn’t make sense.” Mingyu shook his head as he walked up to the board with the pinned evidence. “Why is it that a killer, who we have been following for over a year now, suddenly changes their pattern of crime?” 

Jeonghan just shrugged in response, “Maybe it’s because they felt that they were being too careless, wanted to throw us off?”

“That’s too easy,” Mingyu scoffed, “This isn’t an amateur, this is a career criminal.”

“I guess we can go back through juvenile files and see if any have manifested into adult criminals. We can study files that have all of the makings of a killer. Animal killings, arson, abuse...” Jeonghan sat at his desk and began to look through files.

“That will take too long, I have a feeling something new will cross our desks in the next 24 hours.” Mingyu ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

Looking up at the board of evidence Mingyu could only think one thing- stopping the killer before they hurt anyone else. The city had been living in terror the past eleven months, having lost over twenty people either found murdered or not found at all.

Mingyu had never had a case like this one. He was what the others called a “rookie”. A new person on the force who was young and wide eyed. He was recruited by the homicide division straight out of his military service, having helped the Army with top security missions involving the north. He developed a keen eye on trends, helping him stop attacks before they happened. All while sitting behind a desk, crunching numbers and hacking databases. He knew as well as everyone else he was not cut out for homicide, and it ate away at him.

Jeonghan, exempt from service due to a previously undiscovered heart condition, entered the police academy straight out of high school. He spent his ten years climbing up the ladder eventually making it to homicide. He was a bit sadistic, and this caught the attention of his superior officer. When it came time to promotion, Jeonghan was turned away for a new guy- a rookie. This made Jeonghan extremely mad, and it sent him into a closeted rage. He couldn’t stand that fact he would be under an inferior, especially someone who was hired into the department having spent no time on the force.

“I need to visit the site again.” Mingyu reached for his coat.

“Again?” Jeonghan quickly stood up, “You’ve been out there every day this week. There isn’t anything new, or else they would have called us.”

“There’s something about this specific murder that makes my senses tingle, I need to figure out why.” Mingyu threw his coat over his broad shoulders and reached for the door.

Just as Mingyu walked out his office door he was approached by a red faced Joshua.

“Detective!” Joshua ran up to Mingyu with a hand full of papers, “I have something you’ll want to see.”

Joshua reached out and handed Mingyu the file. As Mingyu opened the file a smile pressed his lips. “I knew something big was about to break.”

To Be Continued.....

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[seventeen-scenarios-blog]

Ain’t No Holler Back Girl

Genre: Crack; just full on crack I apologise

Words: 5.4K

Warnings: Genderbending, some allusions to the male reproductive organ i guess, too much crack 

A/N: this was finished 6-7(?) months ago, and I’ve been hoarding it like my own baby because I wasn’t ready to let anyone see it, but ;;;; promised the other admins it’ll be up on Christmas Day and guess who forgot about it anyway 0/ Merry Christmas everyone 🙆🏼

- admin hoshit 💕

Seungcheol is the first to turn. He wakes up the earliest, and prepares to wash up first to avoid the early morning bathroom rush that is expected of a dorm with thirteen people and two bathrooms, and steels himself for the war that is waking up his twelve charges. Especially Jihoon, the boy had a tendency to roll himself back into bed, even after washing up. It did not help that most of the older boys let him get away with it, content to coo at him like he was a child (he really was one to them, although they would never admit it).

Seungcheol rolls out of bed, narrowly avoiding a sleeping Jihoon, and stumbles onto his feet. Strange, he was off-balance and his chest hurt the moment he stood. There was also an inordinate amount of hair on his head, and he resolves to punish whoever put the black haired wig onto his head while he was sleeping. He tugs, and it hurts his scalp so much, and he changes plans. Punish? No, he was going to murder whoever glued the wig onto his head.

Seungcheol shuffles into the bathroom and looks into the mirror, hand already tousling his hair in attempt to find the ends of his real hair and the start of the wig, when he catches sight of something in the mirror, and stops.

“What.”

There were two mounds on his chest. Are those boobs, Seungcheol wonders, a little hysterically. I may be dying, but at least I’ll get to feel some before I die. He panics, and sticks his whole hand down his pants in an effort to get a grasp on reality, but finds nothing.

Seungcheol screams.

The dorm wakes slowly, Jeonghan muttering to a sleeping Mingyu, “did you hear a girl scream or was it my dream?” To which Mingyu mutters, “there are no girls on the Internet”, and Jeonghan gives up on him entirely.

The boys gather in the kitchen twenty minutes later after washing up in the only toilet available since one was “locked and Seungcheol hyung is definitely in there doing God knows what”, at that point a sleepy Jisoo smacking Seungkwan for Taking The Lord’s Name in Vain. From the corridor, faint thudding sounds are heard, a bedroom door slams shut and then some muffled, strangled screams.

“Seungcheol, if you’re going to have a Mental Breakdown at 8 in the morning please do so quickly and come down for breakfast, the babies are waiting!” Jeonghan calls out serenely, hands mixing pancake batter without stopping.

A bang, as if someone kicked a wall, and then a dark figure appears in the kitchen doorway, hoodie on and pulled so tightly shut only a nose can be seen. The figure drags a chair out and sits with a distinct huff.

“Is Seungcheol hyung okay,” Mingyu attempts to whisper but the task is too difficult for him, his words echoing throughout the kitchen. Chan winces, ready for a reprimand from the leader followed by some play-wrestling, but the leader figure is still.

“Seungcheol?” Jeonghan is concerned at this point, passing the pan to Mingyu who takes it without complaint.

Jeonghan walks to Seungcheol and attempts to remove the hood and check on him, and Seungcheol fights him to keep it on but his efforts are futile, in the scuffle his hoodie is yanked downwards and long lashes, doe eyes and long black hair is revealed.

“GIRL IN THE KITCHEN!”

The top-naked boys scramble to find coverings, various interpretations of apologies shouted as they run, and strangely enough a Cantonese one coming from Junhui, who is cowering under the table.

“Is that Seungcheol’s sister?” Chan whispers to Hansol, who shrugs and continues stealing fried eggs from the stack on the counter.

“Jeonghan ah—” the girl starts, and Jeonghan falls back because that was definitely Seungcheol even with the feminine features.

“Seungcheol?” Jeonghan tries tentatively.

The girl nods.

“Feel my boobs.”

Jeonghan groans in exasperation.

They come up with a plan to claim that Seungcheol was sick to keep the managers in the dark, at least until he gains back his manhood, which they fervently hope will happen as soon as possible.

“What if you masquerade as a guy, Seungcheol ah,” Jeonghan suggests, “we could just cut off your hair and bind your breasts.”

“How would we explain the feminine features and the sudden weight loss though,” Jihoon pipes up, and they are discouraged, reverting back to the Sudden Sickness Really Contagious Can’t Be Seen In Public excuse.

“You know how we always talk about how girls are lucky because they don’t have a weak spot that everyone automatically goes for,” Seokmin starts, “we can test that theory now.”

Everyone simultaneously turns their head to look at Seungcheol, who starts backing away in fear.

“NOT TODAY SATAN,” she shouts as she fights off Seokmin, automatically resorting to hair pulling and slapping.

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Jeonghan turns overnight two days later, a graceful being whose emergence in the morning causes Jisoo to trip and fall, screaming that an angel has appeared and that he would like to go to heaven but not now please why is the angel naked and then scream again when he recognizes Jeonghan’s features on said angel’s face. He faints in religious confusion, and a sleepy Hansol drags him out of the corridor and into the living room.

Jeonghan is lithe and graceful and feminine, and her words “tinkle like chimes in the breeze of a beautiful summer day”, a dazed Jisoo burbles out before Hansol knocks him out vehemently.

Her hair is white and long, which is probably why Seokmin’s whole body sags, “Ghost…” choked out as he joins Jisoo on the floor in unconsciousness.

The turning of another member hits them hard, the possibility of the rest of them turning has them fervently checking for their male packages as they progress through the day.

Jeonghan does not fit into any of their clothes, and decides to ask their After School sunbaenims to lend them some clothes while they figure out what the hell to do with the members of Seventeen (presumably) turning into girls one by one.

“Oh my God,” Seungcheol wails, “I can’t go up to Raina noona and ask her for bras.”

Jeonghan does not relent, consoling Seungcheol in the only way she knew how.

“At least you don’t need to ask her how to tie long hair, you’ve got me.”

Seungcheol bursts out in tears.

Jisoo accompanies them in their Quest for Bras, the only one they would trust to be gentlemanly around female undergarments.

Seungcheol barely chokes out “Hello, I’m actually Choi Seungcheol from Seventeen and I need some bras and maybe clothes” before Raina and Nana yank her and Jeonghan into the dorm. Ten minutes later they emerge, hair plaited, dresses on, and their suitcases bursting full of clothes and the long-awaited bras.

Jeonghan fastens a butterfly clip into her hair delicately. Nana had stuffed her into a long, flowing gown and with her white hair, she looks like a Goddess, and she knows it. They’re given enough clothes for about three people, but Seungcheol declines more just in case they jinx it and cause more people to turn.

The boys are suddenly well behaved, listening to Jeonghan’s words as if they were the Gospel, and Seungcheol swears that if she knew that turning into a girl would afford her more control over the twelve children, she would have considered a sex change years ago.

Jeonghan decides that to keep up with her image as her Goddess, she would wear heels all day long and be Gorgeous, and drags Seungcheol out to go shoe shopping with her. Against Seungcheol’s wishes, she goes for seven-inch heels because “they make my legs look good”.

“Heels hurt,” Jeonghan moans, after a mere twenty minutes of walking, clutching onto Seungcheol like a drunkard. At least a drunkard would feel less pain.

“How do girls do this all the time?”

Mingyu is assigned to foot rubbing duty as Jeonghan relaxes into the sofa, and resolves to burn all of Jeonghan’s newly acquired heels if it meant that Jeonghan would complain like this all the time.

No one is surprised when Jisoo turns, a mere three days after Jeonghan. Jeonghan and Seungcheol welcome him into the Girl Line, and Jisoo’s strawberry pink hair is braided within minutes. They share the clothes from Nana, and finally put the eyelash curlers to use.

Jisoo wears all the long sleeved shirts and pants, because “a woman’s body is a shrine”, or whatever. None of them were listening, content instead, to look at her chest, the shirt near to bursting. It is because of this that Seungcheol declares a DMZ in the Seventeen dorm, staking out a bedroom for Girls Use Only, and taping a line across the corridor that “males cannot cross”.

Jisoo falls into the toilet bowl one night, and only with Seungcheol and Jeonghan pulling her up does she manage to free herself from the bottomless abyss masquerading as the toilet.

They stage an intervention, and Seungcheol drills The Rules of A Gentleman into the boys’ heads, with a strong emphasis on Rule One: A Gentleman Never Leaves the Toilet Seat Up.

With this, the Demilitarized Zone claims more territory as “boys cannot be trusted to keep their promises,” Jeonghan claims, as she moves the tape to encompass a bathroom.

“Why did they teach us to put the seat down then,” Seokmin mutters to Mingyu, and is promptly awarded a smack from Seungcheol who was seated right behind them.

Jisoo spends all their money on bras, and the boys cover up the purchases by intercepting the mail from the credit card company and burning the letter, praying that the managers do not remember to check for the letter.

They don’t, and Jisoo rejoices in her freedom to move without hurting her back by attempting to do a pin-drop, before falling flat on her face because of her body’s changed center of gravity.

“Do you think the managers will notice the bill if I go for breast reduction,” a dejected Jisoo asks Seungcheol, who gives her the biggest glare as she’s barely half her size.

“Just lie down and die,” she snaps, “when you were buying bras the lady offered me a push-up.”

The dorm wakes at 4am, distraught screaming from the toilet and a missing Junhui the only clues to what had happened. Seungcheol and Jeonghan bravely pick the lock and march into the toilet, and a strange cacophony of screams and sobbing are heard by the waiting boys and girls gathered outside the toilet, holding onto each other in fear.

Jeonghan eventually emerges from the toilet with Seungcheol in tow, like an angel dragging a fallen general out of the war field. The members await eagerly for her report.

“We need to go buy pads. And tampons. And every single female hygiene item we can possibly get. And maybe a book on how to use them.”

They depart with Wonwoo and Jisoo, the only two they trust to be mature about their unexpected situation, and return in an hour, Seungcheol complaining that Jeonghan “literally swept all of the tampons and pads into the basket and we bought the whole shelf”, to which Jeonghan replied with a kick to his crotch. It is less effective than expected.

There is a big uproar in the toilet as the girls fight over which item to use, an unamused Wonwoo hurriedly flipping through “Menstruation for Dummies” because “do you really want to put it up the wrong hole, noona?”

Junhui screams that they should just stuff it up every orifice that is bleeding, and the toilet door bangs shut after they boot Seungcheol out, leaving only Jeonghan and Junhui inside.

“Shouldn’t tampons be used to stop nosebleeds, hyung?” Chan whispers to Jihoon, who shrugs and hugs Chan closer to comfort himself in this Great Female Pandemic, where men are becoming more endangered and females gaining power in this previously all-male household.

Then, a triumphant shout and Junhui and Jeonghan appear, victorious smiles on their faces as the rest of Seventeen get a look at Junhui for the first time.

Junhui is dark, dark hair, dark eyes, and yet what gets the boys is when she turns around and shows off her “la derriere le plus fantastique”, as Vernon calls it, and Minghao faceplants into a door to cover up his nosebleed that spontaneously started. Junhui clears her throat, and sends the boys into a frenzy, surreptitiously covering up the fronts of their pants. A casual hair tousle, and Mingyu Excuses Himself, the rest of the boys waddling behind him until they are out of sight of the females before fighting over who goes into the bathroom first.

Jisoo huffs, because such behavior is Not Holy, and prays that this ordeal will be over soon.

Soonyoung’s arrival causes squealing from the older members, because oh my God she’s like a little hamster LOOK AT HER CHEEKS THEY’RE SO ROUND SEUNGCHEOL HOLD ME I’M WEAK, and Jeonghan swoons into Seungcheol’s waiting hands.

She ruins it, however, by opening her mouth. With one pun, haha do you want to drink cars or tea, and they are utterly disillusioned. Seungcheol instructs her to keep her mouth closed when they are ordering meat at the barbeque restaurant nearby, and Seventeen gains fifty helpings of meat while only paying for twenty.

She shares clothes with Jisoo, the only one who has a chest size similar to her. Vernon walks out of the bedroom one morning when Soonyoung forgets to put on a shirt, and barely chokes out “Oh yeah baby, Double Ds—” before getting kicked by Seungcheol.

“Have some respect, there are females here. Soonyoung, put on some clothes dear.”

Seungcheol is good at controlling situations, if anything.

Soonyoung refuses to give up dancing even with two watermelons attached to her chest, because “If Real Girls Can Do It then Why Can’t I”, but a mere twenty seconds into the chorus of Rock and the unturned members of Seventeen have to Excuse Themselves, all of them thundering into their rooms and toilets to preserve their sanity.

Jeonghan huffs delicately. “Men,” she sniffs, “are disgusting. Soonyoung, you’ll get used to it soon enough.”

Chan overhears her words and vows to Man Up for his noonas.

Wonwoo’s emerges one morning, already dressed in female clothes and his reading spectacles, and Mingyu immediately turns and runs for the door, yelling that he was going for a run.

“Ah,” Vernon says as he attempts to steal an omelet off the stove when Jeonghan is distracted,

“Wonwoo noona must have reignited Mingyu hyung’s Librarian fetish.”

Seungkwan is delighted at that revelation, and wastes no time going through all of the female closets to look for the most Librarian-esque clothes, before realizing that he had accidentally trespassed on the Demilitarized Zone. Seungcheol forgives him just this once, as Seungkwan’s idea was what Seungcheol had planned to do, and Seungkwan did have multiple outfits planned out already.

The managers, however, finally find out about the special state of Seventeen’s hyung line. They barge into the dorm, two weeks after Seungcheol’s change, insistent that “If they’re that sick they should go to the hospital instead of staying inside the dorm all day!”

The bras lying around gain their attention.

“You guys have been hiding girls in your dorm? Wait until the CEO finds out! And the rest have been helping them to be irresponsible and keep their secret?” The managers scold, yelling for the guys to come out with their “girlfriends”.

“It’s worse than that,” Chan whimpers, but refuses to elaborate.

Seungcheol gathers courage to be the first one to confess to the managers, but Jeonghan gracefully moves her aside and appears from the doorway, presenting herself to the managers.

“I didn’t know Jeonghan had a sister,” one manager whispers to the other, awestruck by the glow that seemed to be emanating from Jeonghan (It is actually Junhui and Soonyoung using their flashlights on their phone).

“I do,” Jeonghan replies, and the managers nod along emphatically, before the sentence parses in their minds and they are left wondering how Jeonghan actually turned into a girl.

Then, the rest of the girls appear, and the managers nearly faint in a mix of both horror and fascination.

“How do we do events now,” one wails, “I should’ve been a Pristin manager instead.”

Jihoon fights the change with all he has. At this point, they’ve figured out that it happens when they’re sleeping, after at least two days of the last change. Jihoon refuses to sleep on Night Two of Wonwoo’s change, proclaiming that he’d rather “Die than sleep and change into Someone of Another Gender”. He lasts for three days, three days where the coffee shop near their dorm nearly runs out of caffeinated drinks in order to keep his eyes open and his sanity in check. He nods off on Day Six though, a ten minute nap before he jerks awake in horror and finds that he now has two orange sized mounds on his chest and Jihoon Junior missing.

A string of curses, strangely attractive sounding in a Busan accent, filters through the door and Jeonghan perks up.

“Good,” he chirps warmly, “now we have more girls than boys, and this means that we can have another bathroom and bedroom. We are, after all, a democratic society.”

Jihoon is short, shorter than her male form, the top of her head only reaching Chan’s chin, and is cooed over by the older few. Her hair is cut short in a bob, which makes her look even younger, and Junhui wastes no time in attaching a pink hair clip to her blonde hair and then picking her up to cuddle on the sofa.

“Take that frown off your face, Jihoon ah!” Jeonghan calls while bringing over the S sized clothes for Jihoon to try on, “you’ll look twenty-five instead of twenty and that’s not good for us girls!”

Jihoon is eventually dressed in a white sweater and a pink skirt, because Jeonghan is a vindictive mother hen who had apparently planned for this and was ready for her daughter Jihoon to look “as adorable as possible”, she sings as she dresses her, Jihoon already casting longing glances at the knives in the kitchen, making the younger few back away in trepidation.

Seokmin calls Jihoon “the cutest baby he’s ever seen”, and Seungcheol beams as Jihoon chases Seokmin with a stick he procures from under the sofa.

“They grow up so quick,” she sniffs as she wipes away proud tears, “only twenty, and she’s already chasing a boy!”

Seokmin barricades himself in the bedroom until Jihoon falls asleep waiting for him to come out.

By this time, most of Seventeen have already disappeared from the media spotlight for over two months, and twitter user @johnjohnjohn sparks a frenzy when she tweets about this fact. The managers quickly release photos of the boys having fun together just before they turned, but a sharp-eyed netizen points out that “the café they’re in closed down two months ago,” and then the metaphorical shit hits the fan.

Scrambling to fix this, the managers arrange for a press conference to for the males, their official excuse being that the older few are working on their album overseas and having a healing time, and the press calm down.

#PROTECTOURSEBONGS trends on twitter, and fans bombard the Seventeen Twitter for updates, and are rewarded with side views of the girls with hoodies on and hair hidden.

Amidst all this, Seokmin turns, and the younger few are booted out of the third bedroom and made to sleep on futons in the living room. Hair is strewn everywhere in the dorm, and they have to vacuum the floor every day.

“Seokmin ah, stop spending so much time in the toilet,” Wonwoo calls, banging on the toilet door after it remains closed for an hour.

“Unnie,” Seokmin wails, “my hands and my hair are tangled together and I can’t untangle them.”

They call in the female rescue squad, Jeonghan, Jisoo and Junhui, and Seokmin’s hair is cut short, brushing past her shoulders, because “there’s no helping that idiot, it was either her hair or amputation,” as Junhui claims.

Mingyu has a nightmare at 2am that someone is trying to rob Seventeen in their dorm and is currently strangling the life out of him, and when he jerks out of the nightmare, he panics because there is still something strangling him why does no one care!

Seokmin bursts in after hearing choked burbles from Mingyu, and switches on the light in hurriedly.

“Mingyu, you’re being strangled by your own hair,” he says drolly, watching Mingyu struggle with the invisible attacker before opening his eyes and realizing that it was just his hair. His long, black hair that is currently not the length that it was when he went to sleep.

“Ah.”

Mingyu as a girl is still impossibly clumsy, perhaps even more (Seungcheol shudders at the thought), and trips down the stairs on his first outing as a girl. She is all legs, her model-like body gaining catcalls from guys and she automatically tries to fight them before realizing that she would probably fall down before the fight even starts.

Hannah Montana plasters run out of stock very quickly at their convenience store, and the cashier marvels at the beagle-like girls who keep coming to the store to buy everything up, pads, snacks and now plasters. What a blessed world we live in, he smiles blissfully as he bags the fifth shelf of snacks, Soonyoung already helping herself to the prawn crackers in the first bag.

Seventeen still gather for their daily talk sessions, now scheduled after the boys finish dance practice while the girls watch and occasionally join when they want to, but the topics have shifted from concerns about idol life to just casual conversations since there was no way Seventeen could plan for another comeback when half their members spend their days braiding each others’ hair and shopping. They fight over their girl-boy differences, and the girls win more often than not, the boys cowed by the fierce glares of the girls that would definitely not hesitate to go for their baby-makers if they disagreed.

“We could be a girl group,” Seungkwan suggests, “we already have two vocals, three rappers and two dancers.”

“What would our group name even be?” Wonwoo mutters, not even looking up from her game.

“Sonyeoteen!”

“I can’t believe you’ve actually thought about this.”

“Who’s this punk,” Jeonghan insults the moment a multi-coloured head shows up for breakfast, mesh shirt and finger gloves modified from existing clothes.

“Fight me, hyung.” Minghao is cranky in the morning, already unhappy that she had to cut up her shirts to be able to fit into them, and has already started several altercations with the younger few.

Jeonghan gasps, because first of all, she is an unnie, and secondly, she is a Goddess who will definitely not be interacting with punks or ruffians of any kind.

Seungcheol reports that there are fewer tampons than there were the day before (they started to keep count because female hygiene products really ate up a lot of their household budget and someone coughSoonyoungcough couldn’t handle a little blood and changed tampons every hour) and Jeonghan ahhs in understanding.

“Did you put it in the wrong hole, Minghao sweetie?” She asks, all mother-like, and it takes all that Minghao has not to deck Jeonghan across the face.

Wonwoo nods, proclaiming Minghao’s inexperience in all things female, and Minghao lunges, grabbing fistfuls of Wonwoo’s silver hair and they both go down with a wail, Jihoon jumping in for no apparent reason at all and it starts a three-way fight, with the boys putting down bets on the fighting girls, courtesy of Seokmin who volunteers to be banker.

“One thousand won on Minghao noona winning the fight in ten minutes,” Chan whispers, because Jeonghan noona would definitely not approve of betting.

“Two thousand won on Wonwoo noona knocking both of them out with the encyclopedia,” Hansol immediately counters, placing the money in Seokmin’s hand.

“You’re all insane, do you remember Jihoon chasing me with the guitar like three years ago? And her chasing Seokmin with a stick? I’ll put five thousand won on Jihoon demolishing the both of them,” Mingyu jumps in confidently.

None of them win in the end, the girls agreeing to a truce after seeing handfuls of hair on the floor. Seokmin pockets all the money gleefully while Seungcheol marvels at the hair on the floor.

“There are so many colours! I want hair like that too,” Seungcheol sighs wistfully. This prompts Junhui to look at Minghao’s hair, rainbow coloured and yet still as soft as unbleached hair. The girls sigh over Minghao’s hair, and Jeonghan raises the possibility of doing beach waves with it.

“No.” Minghao is adamant, but then falters when she sees the amount of hair styling products Jeonghan produces.

“RUNNING WITHOUT A BRA HURTS,” Minghao wails as she thunders down the corridor, Junhui and Jeonghan close behind with various hair products in their hands.

Everyone praises Minghao’s curls under the watchful glare of Jeonghan, and Minghao resigns herself to Jeonghan’s reign as Queen of the Seventeen Dorm.

(“Check my skirt,” becomes so frequently used that the boys wonder what secret the girls are hiding from them in their skirts.)

Seungkwan is perhaps the most excited for his turn, ready to emulate “Beyoncé Sunbaenim” and has already planned out his camera angles to film Put a Ring on It, Seungkwan Girl Version. His change doesn’t come for two weeks, and a disappointed Seungkwan checked his still-there appendages every morning, coaxing it to change.

“It’s not like I don’t like you, I can’t live without you! But if you would just disappear for a while, Beyoncé noona would be really proud of you.”

“Seungkwan, stop talking to your reproductive organ and come eat breakfast!” Jeonghan’s voice is melodic even when she yells, and Seungkwan finds himself following without any hesitation.

Seungkwan finally gets her time to shine, and she wakes up bright and chipper, outfit ready behind the door because of course she has planned all her outfits to coordinate and she’s going to be an amazing girl.

She immediately starts putting on makeup (what the heck is a waterline?) and practicing sexy faces in the toilet mirror because she needs to do Beyoncé unnie justice.

“Seungkwan, I love you like the daughter I don’t have the womb to bear, but please stop, you look constipated.” Seungcheol crushes Seungkwan’s dreams with one sentence, and Seungkwan vows to put bubblegum in Seungcheol’s hair the first opportunity she gets.

Her dance cover gets a million views in two days, and Pledis scouts her to be in their new girl group.

(She is tempted to accept, but Seokmin’s glares in her direction convince her otherwise.)

Hansol is an All-American Beauty, her jawline putting Halle Berry to shame, and her lashes so long that even Jeonghan is jealous.

“Just use your eyelashes to sweep the floor,” Minghao snarks, and Hansol laughs.

Hansol is so accepting and so ready to chill that even when guys hit on her she shrugs it off, and an angry Seungcheol has to be there to fight off guys who get a little too close when they’re in the train.

“Just scare them away with your Show Me The Money rap,” and they descend into madness again, all twelve girls jumping in with pillows that are already prepared on the sofa (pillow fighting is a nightly sport at the Sonyeoteen dorm).

“Headlines, headli—” someone barely manages before the outraged screaming starts again and the fight begins, the girls fighting with renewed vigour.

Chan sits sadly on the couch, wondering when he can join his noonas. Pillow fighting seemed fun.

Now that they were a literal army of extremely attractive girls, people on the streets took notice of them, and rumours began to surface that a new girl group was about to debut. This prompts them to stay at the dorm more often than not, and they laze around most of the time, taking it as a break from their activities, even if it’s not by their own choice.

They karaoke a lot, and find themselves more adept than ever at girl group dances, even roping in a reluctant Jihoon to dance with them.

“Stop poking me with your unshaved legs,” Soonyoung yells as Mingyu brushes past her, which sparks a debate on who hasn’t been clearing their hair from the drain, the suspects only the brown-haired girls.

Seokmin confesses, and is condemned to clean the dorm for a week.

It is a relief when Chan turns, no longer obligated to go out into the media and lie about the whereabouts of the rest of Seventeen. It’s amazing that Chan had lasted so long, and the unnies congratulate Chan’s maturation into a strong and independent girl by throwing a pyjama party.

“We can’t even have a Girl Line anymore, we’re all girls,” Jeonghan laments one night, “now we’re just unnie and maknae line, like any other girl group.”

They marathon Boys Over Flowers, “a Classic,” Soonyoung proclaims, and argue over the boys.

“Lee Min Ho is cuter,” Junhui shouts as he bats away an angry Jihoon, “even with his permed hair.”

“Kim Bum is way cuter,” Jihoon and Soonyoung chime in, while Seungcheol and Jeonghan fight for Kim Hyun Joong’s rights.

“Guys, isn’t there another guy in the F4,” Seokmin tries, but is ignored and Chan pats his back in sympathy.

Sonyeoteen wail at the ending together, and vow to never get into relationships with mean girls.

They sleep together in a puppy pile, because “it’s not gay if we’re girls,” as Jihoon puts it.

Three months after their first change, and Seungcheol sits Sonyeoteen down for a serious talk.

“Gu—Girls, we’re going to have to think of ideas to hasten the change back.”

Jeonghan snorts.

“Our periods have all synced up, and you think now is the best time to ask girls to do something?”

Surrounding her, the rest of the girls are hunched over in pain, except Soonyoung, who miraculously managed to get lucky with pain-free periods. Seungcheol looks towards Soonyoung for her valuable input.

“If we all synced up to Jeonghan’s period, does that mean that Jeonghan’s cycle is the Alpha Period?”

Seungcheol swears that she will tape Soonyoung’s mouth shut someday.

“How are we going to have our comeback,” moans Jihoon, “at this rate we can just debut as a girl group and hope that the public doesn’t notice anything strange. Mingyu can’t even walk like a normal girl, he’s like a seal on dry land without shoes, how is he going to dance in heels?”

Seungkwan perks up. “Sonyeoteen!”

“Shut up, Seungkwan,” twelve voices charm harmoniously as pillows are launched in his direction mercilessly.

Christmas Day was cold, and the Sonyeoteen members were slow in getting up. Seungcheol rises the first as usual, hurrying to the toilet to get the tampons for Mingyu and Minghao as they were on their period.

He stops.

There is something dangling between his legs, and this had better not be a joke otherwise he would rip Seungkwan’s hair out.

He reaches tentatively.

He grasps. Something. And that is enough.

With a yell of triumph, he thunders into Jeonghan’s room and smacks Jeonghan with his dongle.

“Jeonghan it’s back! SEUNGCHEOL JUNIOR IS BACK KIDS!” Seungcheol roars his triumph as he swings around wildly.

Around him, the members are waking up and screaming their happiness as they find their manhoods back in place, none worse for the wear.

Their managers are relieved, immediately scheduling a press conference to announce the comeback of Seventeen, and readying the practice room for Seventeen.

Fans all around the world rejoice, #THEKINGSRETURN trending on Twitter and fan gifts flooding the Pledis building. Seventeen immediately record the tracks that Jihoon had been hoarding during their self-imposed exile, and fans praise female empowerment messages in the lyrics.

Seventeen resolve to keep this incident firmly locked away in the drawer of Things We Just Don’t Talk About, beside Pigeon Seokmin and Mingyu Flips Puppy Down Stairs.

However, they do still sit down to pee for years after that.

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SVT’s Jeonghan: Love, War and Everything Between || part one

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Fic Piece Written by: Admin Grandma of @springday-aus​

Moodboard Link: Created by Admin Grandpa

Character Pairing: Y/N [fem. reader] and Seventeen’s Yoon Jeonghan

Other Characters: Nu’est’s Baekho [known as Dongho], Seventeen [Seungcheol and Jisoo, along with idiot squad!Soonyoung, Seokmin, and Seungkwan], and more to be added along the way!

Genre: historical, romance, drama, royal!au, arranged marriage!au + gender role reversal 

None of this is even remotely historically accurate. This is all purely fiction!

Type: series 

prologue || part 01 || part 02 || part 03 → to be available! check the progress on our upcoming page! 

Word Count: approx. 2.6k 

Plot Summary: Korea’s most distinguished military general arrives home, carrying back glory and honor from the war. However, the general has been revealed to be a woman! Due to the prominent military accomplishments you have made as the highest ranking general, by orders of the Empress, you are arranged to be married to the second-eldest prince, Yoon Jeonghan. Only one problem lies between you two: your reputation as a ruthless killing machine, which scares the living daylights out of your new husband. 

→ Inspired by: the Chinese drama, Oh My General (also known as The General Above I Am Below)

Warnings: graphic violence, glorified war, murder, sexual harassment, sex discrimination (mainly against women), poly-relationships (i.e. concubines), political corruption, and homosexual tendencies

It had taken six months for the final battle to commence, and three full years of ruthless war, before they finally conceded. Needless to say, the new recruits were lucky to be under your jurisdiction. Had they not, the body count would have been much higher. 

Your grip tightens on the rein of your horse, feeling the guilt and anguish wash over you once more of those who have fallen. While it is inevitable to lose soldiers in war, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt any less. 

You take a small breath in, calming yourself once more and settling back into the reality. 

The war had begun in the fall, whereas now, it is well into the summer season. You close your eyes, feeling the sun shine warmly on your skin. Taking another breath in, you open your eyes once more to take in the sights. 

White butterflies dance over the grass, teasing flowers as they move along. The flowers are in full bloom; even the dirt path, which was once wet and muddy, has patches of grass that pop out from the cracks. While you have traveled to many areas, you were never able to take in the sights—well, at least, the less violent ones. 

Ah, war. Politicians may declare war as much as they please, but they have yet to have seen how it destroys the average person—even a general as distinguished as yourself. 

“General?” 

“Yes,” you say. “What’s wrong, Dongho?” 

You don’t look back at him, but you can hear his horse’s footsteps catch up to yours—slowing down to remain a couple of paces behind. 

“How are you feeling?” he asks. 

You smile to yourself. “Rather sentimental.” You turn to him. “When was the last time we ever allowed ourselves to take in nature like this?” 

His smile reflects yours. “I believe it was the last time we had been called to fulfill our duty.” 

You click your tongue, with a disapproved shake of your head. “We need to go on these outings more often.” 

“Well,” Dongho starts. “It’s hard to go on leisurely walks as one of the nation’s most notable figures.” 

“And this is why you’re my second-in-command.” You let out another sigh, a bit longer than the previous one. “It’s hard to roam around with such a large target on your back.” 

“In hindsight, you are very skilled in many areas. Whether it’s swordsmanship, archery, or taekkyon, only a suicidal fool would challenge you.” 

“A suicidal fool, such as yourself?” 

“Yes, General,” he says with a chuckle. “I’m a suicidal fool, who has yet to have learned his lesson.” 

Dongho has been by your side for as long as you can remember. The two of you lived as neighbors, and evidently best friends, for ten years. When your father and brothers died, there was a brief separation period until you turned fourteen—in which you had met again, when you were starting your military training on request of your grandfather. 

Since then, you two trained together, side-by-side in combat for the next twelve years. You rose the ranks together—you as the General and he as the military counselor. 

You hear a groan from your left side. “Are we there yet?” 

“Kim Jisoo,” you call. “You should know by now how long these journeys are.” 

Your bodyguard playfully scowls at you. “Pardon me for being used to having company on these trips.” 

From beside her, Namjoo, your other bodyguard, directs a punch to her sister’s arm. “You speak as if I’m dead.” She makes eye contact with you, before rolling her eyes at her sisters antics. “Father would be upset had he heard your inauspicious words.” 

Lieutenant Kim worked alongside your father and you’re lucky enough to have him by yours as well. He’s like another family member—practically a close uncle, who is more than aware of your peculiar situation. Along with Lieutenant Kim came his two daughters, Jisoo and Namjoo.

Because he spent all of his time in the military, so did they. They learned as he taught and trained the other soldiers, including yourself and Dongho. Then, when the time came, you gave the both of them the bodyguard positions.

Of course there was protest, especially from their male counterparts who wanted their positions. While the Kims had a good laugh, there were also rumors that spread on your part—you had become known as a playboy, who became desperate for female attention while serving in the military.

Eventually, those rumors had been shut down, considering how your military contributions outweighed the gossip that spread due to envious soldiers. Your status easily overpowered theirs (lack thereof) and you dealt with them... accordingly. 

(No one died, but it didn’t mean you didn’t cause some emotional trauma for them. You were nicknamed the Devil for a reason).

But, alas, this is also the root of your predicament. 

“You aren’t the company I was referring to,” Jisoo says. 

“If you’re referring to those pretty boys back at the capitol,” Namjoo says. “You might as well be the dead one.” 

You chuckle at their banter. Jisoo is right (although you would never tell her): it would be nice to have a pretty boy by your side. But, with the current conditions, you know it would only be difficult for him. 

Granted, this would be made a burdensome situation for you as well—the only difference being that you’re made of the tougher materials in life and will not hesitate to kill a man when crossed against. 

Their banter fades into the background, with Dongho attempting to separate the two before the duo of sisters suddenly becomes solo. 

You look up at the bright and clear sky once more, enjoying the moment of peace before the storm strikes. 

It’s been about three days before you determined a stopping point, in order to set up camp for the evening. Your soldiers have been on rotation since then; you figure that they should get a well-needed break. 

You smirk to yourself. The joke’s on them, considering how the lower ranks are the ones who actually set up: the tents, the cots, the fires. 

The sun has already set for the day; the moon shines brightly and the stars twinkle against the evening sky. It’s truly the countryside; in the city, you don’t get sights like these. Too much pollution and such. It only means you and your soldiers still have a long road back to the capitol. 

A long sigh escapes you as you stand outside your tent—naturally, with Namjoo on one side and Jisoo on the other. 

“What’s wrong, General?” Namjoo asks. 

Jisoo turns to you. “Is something bothering you?” 

You let out another sigh. “It’s less of a bother and more of a concern.” 

“What kinds of concerns?” Jisoo asks. “Could we be of any help to you?” 

“Considering we are your protectors,” Namjoo adds with a pointed look. 

“And your best friends,” Jisoo says. 

“Female best friends.” 

You crack a small smile—one that rarely showed during this period. “When do you think…” Your words trail off, trying to find the correct words. “When do you think this charade should be over and done with?” 

Namjoo blinks wordlessly, not seeming to understand your question. 

“What do you mean, General?” Jisoo asks. “Are you referring to…? Possibly…?” 

“When can I fully become (Y/N) rather than just a general?”

“You’re not just a general,” Namjoo says. “You have risen up to become the General. The one who serves and protects your kingdom best.” 

“It’s not that I’m dissatisfied with my accomplishments. I’m proud of them, but I would prefer them to be my own rather than the son of the (Y/L/N) family.” You laugh inwardly at your own words. 

Son. What a joke. 

You did what you’ve had to, but, what was the real cost? The countless men you have killed? The women and children who were left with no one to care for them in this patriarchal society? 

What about your own life? What would life had been like, had your father and brothers not been killed? Would you have been married off to a family as well? Or would you still be in the military, serving with the other soldiers like now? 

There’s a moment of silence and the two struggle to find their words—whereas you’re left again to your own thoughts. 

It’s Jisoo who speaks first. “I want to tell you it would all be okay and things would remain the same.”

“But?” 

“But it won’t.” She tilts her head up, the stars shimmering in her eyes. “Things will be hard and things will be difficult. And, whenever you make that decision, we’ll be right here by your side.” 

Namjoo elbows you with a mischievous smile. “Just as we have always done. We pride yourselves as your protector.” 

Your smile grows. “That’s a relief to hear.” You turn away from them, taking a step back to push back the fabric of your tent to take a step in. “It’s too late to back out anyways.” 

“Too late for what, General?” Jisoo asks. 

Your head turns to her and your smile doesn’t waver. “The letter has already been sent.”

“Your majesty,” the Vice Premier says. “What do you advise us to do now?” 

The King sits at this throne, setting down the newly passed message from General (Y/L/N)—only to come in view with the court. 

While he may not be downright angry, he is well aware of how the court may feel. He is also unsure of what will result in his best military general, especially since the war is not exactly over and done with—considering how King Wu may still hold resentments due to the aftermath. 

He glances at the letter once again, feeling his head throb. Why did you have to choose now of all times? 

Just moments ago, the second messenger from your troops arrived—announcing his arrival and reading the letter aloud for the rest of the court to hear. Upon the King’s request, he had left the letter to the King, still in shock with the present state of affairs. 

General (Y/L/N) is a woman. 

“Your majesty,” Official Chun says, stepping out from his spot. 

“Accepted, proceed.” 

“It is unacceptable for a woman to be of such a high position, nevertheless a man’s rightful position. I propose we remove and replace the General.” 

Official Lee steps out. “Your majesty.” 

“Accepted, proceed.” 

“If I may remind some of us here that we are forever indebted to the General. We continue to be so, considering the current circumstances. While he—” He pauses, before correcting himself. “While she may be a woman, she is of the (Y/L/N) family. Not only have they been loyal to the throne, serving our country for many years, they have made many great sacrifices.” 

“Your majesty,” Official Kwon says. 

“Accepted, proceed.” 

“Official Lee is correct. We cannot just remove the General.” He pauses, not before glancing at Official Chun and his followers. “The war might be over but we still have to be alert. Allowing her removal is the equivalent of death for our country.” 

Sensing Chun’s anger from the indirect remarks, Official Mae steps out. “Your majesty.” 

“Accepted, proceed.” 

“General (Y/L/N) is a woman. A woman with too much power shall be the root our demise.” He glances at the other side, spotting those behind the Vice Premier. “She must be put into her place before she gets too ambitious.” 

Official Song steps out. “Your majesty.” 

“Accepted, proceed.” 

“From what we are aware, the (Y/L/N) family does not have any male heirs. Considering the circumstances, we cannot afford to replace her when there are still repercussions of the war to be settled.” 

“Your majesty,” Official Chun starts to say. 

However, the King puts his hand up, pausing the conversation from continuing any further. He has already made his decision: you were to keep your position. Your accomplishments have stacked up, leaving the entire country indebted to you and your trained troops. Your reputation in the military is the most impressive—no one can be compared to you. 

Although, it might be too unsettling for the officials for you to remain in your position. There must be some punishment—some kind of way to appease the court while you can still maintain your position, but not harsh enough for you to refute. 

“General (Y/L/N) is to keep her position,” the King announces. He continues, shutting down any more possible verbal opposition. “Our country is indebted to the General. She has obtained previous territories that have been lost in previous battles and she has won countless wars, including the one we have just won. Replacing her would only lead to our doom and, even then, we have no suitable replacement.” 

Official Jeong steps out. “Your majesty.” 

“Accepted, proceed.”

“I believe that’s a wise decision, as expected from our King.” He swallows apprehensively. “However, we cannot leave her be. After all, she has deceived us—including you. What shall we do with her then?” 

The officials murmur and whispers are passed around. Removal is too drastic for the King, therefore an execution is already off the table. No one seems to have any ideas of a possible punishment. 

That is, anyone from the court. 

While the officials scramble for an idea, the Empress’ eunuch, Eunuch Hak, shuffles himself from her side to the King’s throne. 

There’s a hush that falls over the court officials. 

“The Empress requests an audience,” Eunuch Hak whispers to the King. 

“Accepted.” 

From behind her golden curtain, the Empress lifts herself from her spot and gracefully walks towards the court. Her head is held high with elegance and her footsteps are light—almost as if she’s gliding. The officials bow their heads as she walks between them, no one daring to look up at her. 

She stops in front of the throne, smiling as she looks up at the King. 

“Mother,” he says. “How do you suppose we deal with this predicament?”

“I am proposing a marriage.” 

The whispers start up again, unsure of what the Empress is trying to plan. 

“Your highness,” Official Kwon says. “To whom do you think the General shall be married to?” 

Her smile grows. “I believe that the second nephew is the most suitable candidate.” 

“Second nephew?” 

“She doesn’t mean—”

“The second prince?” 

The King straightens in his seat, intrigued with the idea. “You are proposing a marriage between the most distinguished figure in Korea and Yoon Jeonghan?” He takes a small breath in, leaning back with a cocked eyebrow as he contemplates the idea. 

Official Jeong speaks up once more. “Your highness, can you elaborate more as to how this is a suitable punishment?” 

“If you ask me, it’s explanatory,” Official Chun mumbles under his breath. 

Official Mae smirks at the comment, whispering back. “Prince Yoon is nothing more than a joke to the royal family.” 

The Empress lets out a small sigh, proceeding to pretend as if she didn’t hear the rude comments about her grandson. 

“It’s not about punishment.” she says. “It’s about balance.” Seeing the apprehensive look from the King, she continues. “Jeonghan is rather unorthodox. He spends much of his time dancing at the brothels and admiring artwork rather than martial arts or sports.” 

There’s a murmur of agreement amongst the officials. 

The Empress takes it as a sign to continue. “While he is a healthy man with three lovers, he is still uncommitted and unmarried. If the two were to be married, it can help solve the problems that are occurring for both parties.” 

The King nods silently, but awaits for the court. 

“Your majesty,” Official Kwon says.

“Accepted, proceed.” 

“Her highness makes a good argument. I agree.” He thinks for a moment. “Not only would the General be married off to produce a male heir, but the rumors of Prince Yoon could also settle down once he’s married.” 

“Your majesty,” Official Lee says. 

“Accepted, proceed.” 

“I agree with her highness and Official Kwon. This is more advantageous on our part,” he says. “I mean no offense when I say this, but Prince Yoon’s reputation is rather…” He pauses. “Unfavorable, at the moment. The General can help with that change and his with hers when the news spread in the villages.” 

“Your majesty,” the Vice Premier says. “Shall we proceed with the marriage then?” 

“Yes, we shall,” the King says with a nod. “From this day, we shall begin the wedding preparations. Once the General arrives back to the capital, Prince Yoon Jeonghan will become her husband.” 

The Empress moves herself to the sidelines as the King stands up, causing the officials to stop in their spots and lower their heads once more. He steps down from his throne, starting his descent down the stairs and onto the path laid out for him. 

The Vice Premier follows him from the right and his majesty’s eunuch, Eunuch Boo, follows him from the left—their conversation continuing in hushed tones. 

The Empress leaves shortly after the King’s departure with Eunuch Hak on one side and Court Lady Nam on the other, leaving the officials with themselves. 

“Court Lady Nam,” she says. “You shall inform Princess Consort Yoon.” 

“Yes, your highness.” 

She turns to her right. “Eunuch Hak.” 

“Yes, your highness?” 

“Begin the wedding preparations.” 

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SVT’s Jeonghan: Love, War and Everything Between || prologue

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Fic Piece Written by: Admin Grandma of @springday-aus​

Moodboard Link: Created by Admin Grandpa

Character Pairing Y/N [fem. reader] and Seventeen’s Yoon Jeonghan

Other Characters: Nu’est’s Baekho [known as Dongho], Seventeen [Seungcheol and Jisoo, along with idiot squad!Soonyoung, Seokmin, and Seungkwan], and more to be added along the way! 

Genre: historical, romance, drama, royal!au, arranged marriage!au + gender role reversal

None of this historically accurate. It is purely fiction!

Type: series 

part 01 || part 02 || part 03 → to be available! check the progress on our upcoming page! 

Word Count: approx. 1.4k 

Plot Summary: Korea’s most distinguished military general arrives home, carrying back glory and honor from the war. However, the general has been revealed to be a woman! Due to the prominent military accomplishments you have made as the highest ranking general, by orders of the Empress, you are arranged to be married to the second-eldest prince, Yoon Jeonghan. Only one problem lies between you two: your reputation as a ruthless killing machine, which scares the living daylights out of your new husband. 

→ Inspired by: the Chinese drama called Oh My General (also known as General Above I Am Below) 

Warnings: graphic violence, glorified war, murder, sexual harassment, sex discrimination (mainly against women), poly-relationships (i.e. concubines), political corruption, and homosexual tendencies

Chaos.

War. 

The two are practically one in the same—at least, in the context of a battlefield. 

The wind continues to blow softly, tracing along the blades of the grass and lightly brushing the dust off from the dry patches on the land. In the sky, Korea’s flag flutters, with its colors reflecting onto the ground from the skylight, and the stand is firmly grasped in Dongho’s hands. 

The sun radiates throughout the field, shining against the bright blue armor of your soldiers and the highlands that stretch out. The hills go on for miles—not even you could detect another city in sight, meaning civilians are safe from harm. 

It’s a clear field, you note. Open land is best for battles—it means there is a lesser chance of traps from those who have higher ground and even less of an opportunity for sneak attacks. 

Despite this fact, you remain on guard. There is no telling as to what can happen because, one wrong move and everything, and anything, can easily fall apart. 

The silence is deafening as you and your army await for the enemy. 

A familiar shout is heard from across the field. The ground trembles as their cavalry arrives, but you and your men stand your ground. Many soldiers in armor, embellished with bright red and yellow silks, start to fill the landscape. They halt within three miles away and part for the man himself, General Yang. 

He sits on his horse, looking with nothing short of arrogance with a smug smirk tugged on his lips. With a draw of his sword, he lets out a roar with his men. You, on the other hand, are unable to hide your irritation at their behavior. 

“General!” he shouts. The opposition quieted down. He continues. “It’s an honor to meet you on the battlefield once more! However, it is a shame that nothing can save you now!” 

“General Yang!” you greet. “Let’s skip the pleasantries! Only one will survive and it will not be you!” Without looking back at your soldiers, you give your command. “Anyone who retreats will be beheaded on the spot!” 

“Yes, General!” 

The archers stretch their bows; the foot soldiers aim the cannons and Dongho passes your ax. The drummers pound the drums. 

“CHARGE!” 

Everything blurs as your foot soldiers charge themselves forward, swiftly moving past you with their swords drawn. The hooves pound against the ground and battle cries are heard from all directions. Metal clashes with metal; screams of pain and agony are ring throughout. They eventually stop—their bodies falling still, with gaping stab wounds that are beyond repair. 

Despite being surrounded by the chaos, you can only focus on General Yang himself—who is growing angrier as his men begin to fall, one by one. Without hesitation, he charges towards you. With a kick of your heel, your horse starts up and accelerates its speed—its rein on one hand and your ax firmly grasped in the other. The wind blows against your face, dancing along with the fabric that peaks shyly from underneath your armor. You easily slaughter those in enemy colors who block your pathway, leaving countless men dead at the mercy of your feet. 

The two of you meet towards the center, circling around as the bloodbath occurs in the background. Yang’s head is held high and his hand has a strong grip on his sword, which is drawn towards you. 

“General (Y/L/N),” he says with baring teeth. “Today is the day you will die.” 

You smirk at his brash statement. “How foolish of you to assume a devil can die.” 

His snarl only grows before swiftly swinging his sword towards your direction. You easily dodge his swing, leaning your back onto the horse and letting the wind blow past. He manages to thrust the sword again, only for it to be collided with your ax. He tries to aim towards your hands, in a pathetic attempt to push the weapon out of your hand, but fails to do so. Repeatedly. 

Your ax scrapes against his sword, blocking every hit he directs towards you. Having known him for the past six months—at least, in battle—you know his techniques. He’s such a caveman, so impulsive; ah, men... they really are too simple of creatures. 

Your smirk grows at his miserable attempt to dominate over you. With one twist of your wrist and a shove from your shoulder, his sword rolls out of his grasp and falls onto the ground. In one swift motion, you point your ax directly to his chest and pull out the sword from the side, pressing it against his jawline—giving it a small nick, just because you can. 

“You can surrender and survive,” you say. “Or you can continue this ridiculous war and lose your life.” 

His jaw clenches, trying to keep his breath calm. “Never. I refuse to be with the losing side.”

“Oh, Yang,” you say. “Dying as you lived: prideful.” 

“Men have pride and honor.” 

“And the same pride and honor shall be the cause of your downfall.” 

With those words, you pierce your ax into his chest and watch as he stills. Within a second of your attack, you rip the weapon out of his chest and slice his neck for reassurance. He falls off his horse and hits the ground with a grunt, spitting out the blood that blocks his airways. He struggles to keep his breath steadily; eventually, he falls once more and his entire body stills. 

His second-in-command, who spots his general on the ground, immediately provides orders. 

“RETREAT! THE GENERAL IS DOWN!” He pulls on his horse, turning himself and the other soldiers, the ones who are still alive, back to their home base. “RETREAT!” 

You sit perfectly still on your horse, watching the enemy all flee like the cowards they are. No one attempts to even look at you—nevertheless, aim towards you. Dongho returns to your side and, without a word, takes the bloody sword out of your hand. 

As they continue to flee, you hear the familiar drum beat echo throughout the field—slowly getting louder and louder as the field empties. You raise your battle ax and your men cheer in the sweet, sweet victory. 

With one hand up, they are silenced. 

“Do not forget the fellow soldiers who have fallen. We shall honor their memory with this victory. But, with this, we must remember: the battle may be over, but the war has not been won.”

“Yes, General!”

You turn to Dongho. “Let’s head back to celebrate.” 

He smiles in response. “Let’s go home.” 

The news of General (Y/L/N)’s success travels quickly, getting to the city’s capital as soon as possible, while the military were on their way back. The messenger races against time, swiftly moving across the country, galloping on his horse to get the message to the King. 

On the other hand, in the heart of the city’s capitol, the King sits on his throne, which is located above the officials. His mother, the Empress, sits behind him—practically hiding behind a curtain of gold that cuts her off from the others in the gathering room. While she may have more experience and wisdom, she is still just a woman. 

They were currently trying to figure out how to solve the natural disaster issues that had struck earlier this week. The flood had struck all at once a couple of days ago and the King found himself in a disadvantageous position, primarily with the citizens of Seoul who were demanding answers. The officials weren’t of any help either; each of them were simply trying to benefit themselves. 

The King rubs his temple as the officials endlessly argue over who should be taxed and where the money should be going: the villagers or the palace? 

With all this noise, he cannot think. 

Almost as if it was an answered prayer, the messenger arrives on his horse at the door. As he steps off and heads into the room, practically running down the aisle. The officials’ chatter dies down. 

The messenger bows, holding out the news in his hands. “Greetings to your majesty.” 

“Accepted, proceed.” 

He straightens up, opening the scroll to present to the King, along with the officials. “I bring news from the battlegrounds. We have won another battle and General Yang has been killed.” 

The crowd of officials murmur amongst themselves, practically in shock from the success. Even the King is pleasantly surprised. While your family has an excellent military lineage, you have certainly outdone yourself. 

“However,” the messenger continues, before anyone can celebrate prematurely. “General (Y/L/N) advises to keep an eye on the Chinese military since about half of Yang’s army have still survived, including his military council. Until then, the general and his army are currently on the road back to the capital.” He bows towards the King once more, before making his exit towards his horse to alert the others at their original home base. 

Once the messenger clears, a high-ranking official, Official Kwon, steps out from the left. “Your majesty.” 

“Accepted, proceed.” 

“Because you have promoted General (Y/L/N) to his position, we have successfully taken back control of our borders. What would you like for us to focus on next?” 

His majesty lets out a small sigh, slightly tilting his back further into the seat as he ponders. “We need to strategize ourselves politically,” he says. “Surely, King Wu will want to arrange a meeting soon. The question I pose is about how we shall approach it.” 

A mid-ranking official, Official Chun, steps out from the right, keeping distance from Official Kwon. “Your majesty.” 

“Accepted, proceed.” 

“I suggest we wait for the invitation,” he says. “If he suggests a meeting, I recommend that we have the meeting at our palace and prepare the soldiers for a possible attack.” 

Another high-ranking official, Official Song, steps out from the left. “Your majesty.” 

“Accepted, proceed.” 

“Official Chun is correct because we should prepare for a counter-attack. However, he is also wrong because we might focus too much on our capital and that could lead to the endangerment of the border.” 

Chun, in silent response, gives Song a side-look that is nothing short of annoyance. 

The King nods silently, awaiting for any other ideas the officials might want to contribute to the conversation. The officials’ heads remain bowed down, anticipating for the King’s response. 

“Song is correct,” he says. “We must prepare ourselves for any possible attack.” He pauses. “However, we should wait for General (Y/L/N) and Military Counselor Kang to arrive, before we officially decide.” 

“Your majesty,” Official Kwon says. 

“Accepted, proceed.” 

“Since the general and counselor are returning after three years, shall we prepare a parade in their honor?” 

“Yes, we shall,” the King says. “After all, these two have sacrificed themselves for our country. A parade is the least we can do.” He lets out a sigh; the others are unsure if it’s one of relief or apprehension. “Because, without those two men, I am afraid of what the consequences may be.” 

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