*WARNING: THE VIDEO ABOVE IS TO WARN YOU OF THE TRASH YOU'RE ABOUT TO GET INVOLVED WITH (jk i love them) SO THINK BEFORE CONTINUING (btw i did put the same vid 2 times at the top in case one fails me...*
It was just another dusty day at your dusty school in your dusty not-south Korea country. You were dreading classes as usual as you never really enjoyed school. You always felt like there was so much more to life other than arithmetic and the trash that was high school.
You leaned against your locker, thinking of skipping class though you never did it before because you really were just done. You stare out of the ceiling high windows, smiling as you muse over your future of fantasy. If life went your way, you'd get to experience a surprising, different route in your young adulthood. If life went your way, you'd be in South Korea. In the country you've dreamed of seeing. Why, If life went your way, you'd be able to see, talk to, and maybe even be friends with your favorite group, Seven-
OH MY GOD A CAR JUST CRASHED THROUGH THE SCHOOL'S WINDOWS!!!
You hear screams all around you as you are jolted out of your daydream and a huge, black limousine fills up the history wing lobby of your school.
Kids run out their classrooms and security rushes to the scene as you just stand there in shock as you realize the limousine only stopped about 6 inches from your body.
You could have freakin' died!
The security guards have their guns aimed and pointed and kids gather around and hold their breath, as the door of the limousine opens up, and a voice from inside was heard:
"See? I told you I earned my Korean license. I'm a great driver!"
WAT. Wait... why does this voice sound too familiar?
"Jeonghan you idiot! You could've gotten me killed! I'm an international treasure with these looks!"
No. It can't be.
"Well, you got your license too, Mingyu. I would've let you drove but you were too lazy!"
"OH MY GOD. Why should any of you drive?! We have a freakin' chauffeur! You basically pried him off the wheel and took control!"
"Lord, give me strength. If any of you say the "f" word one more time in this household-"
"Shut da fuk up Joshua, we're in a limousine! And they only said freaking. I mean I totally swore, but they didn't"
"Gasp! My ears are forever soiled. What happened to the sweet boy who used to get mad at his little sister for saying, 'Oh my God!' Now I'm stuck with this Leonardo DiCaprio rapping wannabe."
"Guys..."
There is a sudden pause in the conversation as a monotone voice takes center stage.
"Can you guys like... Not talk? I can't hear my MCR."
"Bwitch, you're so emo your soul is as black as your eyeliner. Like wow, Wonwoo."
"Okay I've heard enough of Seungkwan's voice and it's getting too cramped and loud. Normally, when I ask, 'What time is it?', I'd reply, '10:10!'. But now I'm gonna say it's time to 'Get the frick out of this limousine!"
And with this last sentence, skinny, male figures start to descend from the limo. All you can do is put your hand over your mouth in shock as their features become clear in the light shining through the gaping hole in your school. Even the guards lower their guns as they can't seem to believe what they are seeing.
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Seventeen Problems
FanfictionWarning: Contains Seventeen ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) and is stupid. Basically, the biggest failure of a Kpop fanfic to ever exist. So read my fantastic attempt at comedy if you want Seventeen Problems ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ... tbh I have 0 clue where I was going with...