𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐒

126: so... junhao was real?

"hey! add archive warnings if you want to make fanfictions next time!" jun came in the lounge, throwing his expensive phone towards the junhao sasaengs who were doing absolutely nothing bad to jun. why was he crying? archive warnings? huh? "i haven't been able to stop crying because of this!"

"is something the matter?" wonwoo luckily lessened gravity before jun's phone hit the ground, and grabbed it to see what jun was on about this late in the afternoon. fuckass was on archive of our own the whole time. "oh, this title seems familiar... one kiss is all it takes?"

chan blew a raspberry, rolling his eyes at wonwoo. "the fanfiction you laughed at for hours. don't you have feelings? we wrote that!" chan pointed to hansol, who was sipping on a cup of milo.

"i don't. w systems made me this way."

"well then," chan whips out his phone, pretending to dial a number. "hello, koushi? yeah, wonwoo hyung was putting up an act all along and he's planning on killing us all--"

"okay," wonwoo surrendered, putting his hands up before the three other junhao enablers laughed. "so you cried for this long piece of fanfiction with a dula peep lyric as its title? if there is immaculate taste in literature, yours is the definition of its antonym."

seokmin laughed, throwing a box of tissues at junhui. "here's your box of tissues that they owe your ugly ass!" which seokmin apologised for, since red demon came out suddenly and caught the box of tissues to prevent junhui from getting hit. "meanie!"

"shut up, wonwoo! you don't have feelings!" junhui accused, to which wonwoo made a sour face at. "you didn't have to put musty mingyu in it and turn it into gyuhao! also, isn't it sad that mingyu is the second choice? please! i need a fix-it fic. fix this, you two, or i'll have red demon eat you."

to the mention of mingyu, wonwoo perked up, and seokmin sighed. little bitch. "mingyu's role was a sole supporter and having minghao-ssi marry him at the end is just fitting. mingyu is not a second choice." wonwoo reasoned.

"well, yeah," seokmin blew a raspberry, grabbing a tablet. it was time to binge watch sitcoms because he's getting all emotional again because of that damn fanfiction. "to you, mingyu is your first choice. dumbass."

"but i cannot stand you berating my fia—you know what," wonwoo huffed, causing hansol and chan to look at each other with malicious intent. "i need a fix-it fic too."

"OKAY I KNOW NOW!" seokmin suddenly shouts for no reason, the tablet almost falling down from his lap. seungcheol would get angry if he was here. "what if we ask minghao to read it and let him be the judge? if he likes how it ended, then no fixing. if he doesn't, chan and hansol will have to alter the ending. deal?"

chan and hansol got red candles out of nowhere and nods synchronously. "of course. of course. we must spread the junhao frenzy."

"but, this is simply not reasonable! that fanfiction has 50,000 plus words! it'd take him days to finish, especially when he doesn't like reading junhao fantasies! all i want is a good chance at life for mingyu—"

"then self insert yourself into the story if that's what you want." goddamnit. wonwoo clicked his tongue, feeling like he was making a deal with the devil. chwe hansol, you will get verkwan sasaengs someday.

"—no," junhui sniffled. "i don't care anymore! let's just make haohao read the last chapter and give him context as for what happened previously!"

"okay," chan giggled. "that's fine with us. you go convince him though. if we get inside his room we might come out cremated."

junhui was more than excited to introduce the fanfiction to minghao. he rushes to the elevator, and knocks on minghao's door. this is where it goes down.