#seventeen headcanons

mingyu mafia au

masterlist | others; scoupsjundino

• “i’m terrified,” you tell mingyu and he can feel his heart shatter into a thousand pieces. he didn’t want you to be afraid but you were. and he didn’t know how to change your mind.
• “i–i’m sorry,” he sighs. “i didn’t mean for it to turn out like this.” it’s true. but mingyu should have been prepared, right? what was he expecting? that you’d still want him despite it all?
• “mingyu, I don’t blame you,” you comforted. “its just that this is a lot to take in because you know–guns and blood are out of the ordinary for civilians.”
• mingyu leans back on to the couch, he has nothing else to say. how much he wishes he could have changed his past and his ties to the mafia, if it meant being with you.
• he reminisces the first time he met you.
• you were waiting for a date in a restaurant,, it had been an hour and your third glass of wine before anyone showed up. and you were disappointed,, you had been talking to the guy for a month or two and he just stood you up like that,,
• you could hear the chatter of people,, especially the women at the bar, snickering at your sad state,,
• even if you told yourself it didn’t bother you,, it did.
• and just as you were about to get up to leave,, a tall stranger,, immediately took the seat in front of you.
• “apologies for the late arrival, ma’am,” he winks, as he flips open the menu.
• you’re confused. this is not the guy you had been texting. “wait sir, I think you’re mistake–”
• he leans a little close. “i’m mingyu,” he whispers. “just go with it.”
• and you did.
• you’ve known him ever since.
• but it’s only two months in and he’s telling you about this secret life of his. it was one thing liking someone but you were never one for danger. and one could only foresee the danger mingyu was bringing with him.
• “mingyu I love you,” you admit, snapping him out of his thoughts. It’s the first time he’s heard you confess it. and it sounds so divine coming from you.
• “but?” mingyu interrupts. he knows there’s something else.
• “but i’m scared,” you tell him. “and I don’t agree with this lifestyle of yours.”
• he gulps. of course, morals. how can he expect you to abandon yours?
• “i understand,” he mutters. “i’m not going to force you.”
• “thank you,” you sigh.
• “but I hope you know that I love you too and there is nothing that could change that,” mingyu says. it’s goodbye isn’t it?
• he doesn’t kiss you because he knows he’ll want to stay. he just merely picks up his jacket and leaves.
• he gets in his car and just sits there frozen, thinking about what just happened.
• does he want this? does he want to live this life without you? without your arms holding him? without your heart? without your laughter and your thousand watt smile? and the answer has never been clearer.
• and he finds his legs taking him back to your apartment,, knocking on the door,,
• you open the door,, tears sliding down your face
• and mingyu smashes his lips onto yours without caring,, he breaks the kiss only to growl, “to hell with the mafia,” as he goes back in to kiss you and it couldn’t have tasted better than this.
• you break the kiss, chests heaving up and down, gasping for air. and he cups your face in his hands. “i don’t have anything if I don’t have you.”

want to lay down in seungcheol’s lap while he sings to me,, feed him food when he’s feeling cold in the winter as he clings on to me for warmth,, want to take care of him by making him wear warm clothes, drying his hair after he takes a shower,, because he does so much for me,, want to hold his hand while we walk down the streets,, hear his laugh every time I crack a joke,, want him to play with my hands and call me pretty names,, want to play with his hair as he sleeps on my lap, want to hold him close while he tells me about his day and I tell him about him about mine,, want to kiss him so that he forgets he was ever hurting,, and when he asks why I choose to care for him,, I want to tell him on purpose,,, i care for him on purpose.

chan rival commanders au

masterlist

• you’ve seen bodies hit the ground with your sword, the shattered fragments of empires that believed they were eternal, all brought to their end by the ‘army of the dead’. the nickname given by the survivors of the wars you had fought under the name of the king. A
• you loved it. being the leader of the fifth battallion was a joy like no other. the soldiers under your command were no less than exemplary.
• but there was one thing you hated with all your might.
• lee chan. the commander of the first battalion. the one who abandoned you and left you for dead.
• you had met chan back when you were drafted. he was living in the same tent alongside you and many others. you had trained with him, shared food with him, but when you were lying on the ground, bleeding out, he left.
• he left you for dead.
• some other soldier had managed to get you out and you swore if you ever found lee chan alive, you’d kill him yourself.
• andoh, the anger you felt when you found out he became a commander too. you were seething in rage anytime you saw him in strategic meetings.
• but this wasn’t the concern right now.
• your soldiers had put faith in you but you had failed them,, once again, you found yourself staring at the face of death.
• your battalion was assigned to ambush another army, but the latter had easily overpowered you. and here you were, lying on a hill of god knows where, losing blood by the second.
• staring at the orange sky, would you have done this all over again? if it meant dying like this?
• you heard footsteps and horse hooves, behind you. clutching your sword tighter, you whipped your head in the direction of the noise.
• lee chan?? what was he doing here??
• “oh–thank god, you’re alive!” he breaths a sigh of relief.
• “what are you doing here?” you ask.
• “we were told your battallion was attacked so we immediately made way here, to check for the survivors,” he explained, as he propped you up. “i’m here to take you back to the camp but I think I should take care of your wound first.”
• “h–how many survived?” you manage to choke out, as you loosened your armor.
• chan’s eyes don’t meet yours. “only five did and they’re all in a bad state.”
• your heart plunged into the depths of despair. how could you have let your people down? the ones that put faith in you? what would you tell their families?
• “let me die here,” you tell him.
• “what?”
• “let me die here,” you repeat. “i should be buried with them. I don’t have any reason to go back.”
• chan looks at you in disbelief. “are you insane? i’m not going to let you die here!”
• “that is not your decision to make,” you growl. “you left me to die once before, did you not?”
• “i was just trying to help–”
• “help?!” you repeat, on the verge of picking up your knife and beheading him. “you left me for dead!” you yell.
• chan tries to come up with a retort, but much to his dismay, the words don’t come out.
• you scoff. “you’re no commander but a man with a fragile ego who wanted all the glory for himself.”
• a heavy silence befalls the two of you,, what else could chan tell you? you wouldn’t believe him anyway,, he starts bandaging up your wound,,
• “but you didn’t die.” chan mutters.
• “and what if I had–huh?” you bark. “then what? would you have buried me with your conscience?”
• chan’s eyes don’t meet yours. “i’d have bury m’self in that grave with you.”
• you scoff. “liar.”
• chan frowns. “look I know what I did was wrong but I was actually going to come back for you,” he explains. “i would never leave you to die because–”
• “because?”
• “because i’m so desperately in love with you!” he confesses,, his chest heaving up and down,, his brown eyes looking into yours,, as you feel your cheeks heating up,, his jaw tightens as he looks way,,
• but you find yourself acting on impulse,, pulling chan by the armour,, as your lips collide,, jolts of electricity shooting up your veins,, as the world melts behind the two of you, and you feel the wind being knocked out of your lungs,,
• the two of you break the kiss,, gasping for air,, foreheads resting on each other’s,, cheeks dusted red,, maybe you didn’t hate him after all,,