Hostage (Seventeen/Meanie Fan Fiction)

One

Sweat trickled down the sides of his face, wetting his sideburns as he huffed along the trail. He was only a few minutes away from his cabin, and he felt relief when his eyes spotted the lonely building.

He could smell the scent of his own odor. Man. Sweat. Cinnamon.

His side was beginning to ache as he walked. The lumber he carried on his back didn't make him feel any better. But there was no one to help him carry it, and that was fine with him. He liked being alone, and staying in the woods was one way to do that.

The sound of cracking caught his attention. His head snapped down to examine what he had stepped on. If he had stepped on something.

He raised his right foot, revealing a small twig snapped in two.

With a relieved sigh, he continued the way to his cabin.

The scent of vanilla and warm air hit him as he stepped inside.

The lumber on his back was dumped into the fireplace. He began to undress, taking off his coat, beanie, and scarf.

He was greeted by his cat, who dragged it's long tail against his right leg.

A soft smiled formed on his face as he leaned down and picked the small animal up and cradled it.

"Good morning, Hoshi," he greeted his cat, kissing the top of it's head.

He put the cat down on the small, brown couch and walked over to the kitchen.

His hand moved to the handle of the fridge and he opened the door. His eyes searched and found what he was looking for: creamer for his coffee.

He reached out to the bottle. His fingertips barely grazed the coldness of the object when he heard a knock on the door.

No one had ever knocked on his door. No one. Who would come to the woods? No one. Who would leave the city? No one. And, yet, someone was knocking on his door at 6 in the morning.

With a shaky sigh, he closed the refrigerator and made his way to the door.

His eyes glanced at the bat in the umbrella holder, located next to the front door.

He considered grabbing it, but he felt the need not to.

"It's just a neighbor anyway," he reassured himself, even though he knew that he didn't have any neighbors.

He looked through the peep hole, but ice that formed during the night had covered the glass and made everything appear blurry.

He bit his lip,"Open it? Or don't open it?"

With a shrug and a held breath, he unlocked the door and opened up.

A tall male was revealed. He had on a black hoodie that went over his head, and his hands were stuffed in his pockets.

"Can I help you?" He asked the stranger, slightly closing the door to cover his body.

The strange man stuttered. His nose was a bright red and he shook from the cold,"D-do you h-have any cof-fee?"

His eyes widened and he opened the door wide enough for the stranger to walk in,"Come in. I'll get you some."

He left the stranger alone in the living room, going to the kitchen to get a mug and black coffee to put in it.

"What's your name?" He asked as he poured the hot drink.

"Mingyu," the stranger replied,"And you?"

He finished pouring and went up to Mingyu, handing him the mug,"Wonwoo."

"Thank you," Mingyu smiled, grabbing the cup and taking a sip of the coffee. He cringed as he swallowed,"Do you have creamer?"

"Oh!" Wonwoo went back to the kitchen and opened the fridge door.

He reached out to the bottle. His fingertips barely grazed the coldness of the object when he heard a light click.

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I wanted to do this for Wonwoo's birthday. Even though his bday is in July, this book is based in the winter time.
*remembers Hoshi the cat* ㅋㅋㅋㅋ ^^
I think you can already see where this story is going. Please don't ruin it for others if you do know! This book is going to be really cliché but oh well!
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