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banashee · 4 years

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Brewed with Love

Bleary eyed, Tony enters the kitchen at 2am. He just crawled out of his workshop because he ran out of caffeinated drinks, so he ventured out on his hunt for more. Because let's be honest, he lives on the stuff.

Lucky for him, the room already smells of coffee. Fuck yes. Someone or something out there loves him. He sighs happily.

On the table – literally on the table top and not a chair, because fuck proper use of furniture, Clint sits cross legged in his sweatpants and an ancient looking shirt, drinking pitch black coffee straight from the pot. He looks up when he notices movement by the door.

Tony moans “coffee.” and he must look pathetic, because the archer just hands over the pot, lets him chug about half of what's left and waits patiently to get it back.

“You're the best.” Tony says, sluggishly patting him on the arm, then he snatches a few cookies off the counter, which are still warm because life is great sometimes, and makes his way back down to the workshop.

He's running late for a SI meeting that he really has no interest in actually attending. But being the boss/owner of a multi billion dollar company, he doesn't have much of a choice really.

Tony sighs unhappily. Hopefully, there is some coffee left that he can grab before he needs to run out the door.

And really, half the team already sits around the kitchen table, munching on various pieces of bread and pastry. There's also coffee. He really does love these people.

“Hi, morning, I'm late!” Tony announces to the room in general, greeting them with a quick wave and he rushes past the table and to the coffee machine to grab a quick cup. Only there is a travel mug, with his name hastily scrawled onto an obnoxiously pink post-it note stuck it. Also a paper bag that contains something no doubt delicious right next to it. Tony blinks in surprise.

“Uh, thanks? To whoever packed this?” He asks a bit stunned because in all honesty, he didn't expect this.

“A little bird did.” Natasha informs him, with a small smirk and that's really all the information he needs.

When Tony takes the first sip on the way to his meeting, the coffee is pitch black and strong enough to wake the dead. It's perfect.

He smiles.

“Urgh.”

It's one of those days where Tony just feels chewed up and spit back out three times over. Caffeine sure would help (or sleep, for that matter.) but it would require him getting up. Which he really doesn't feel like doing.

Then, a hand appears in front of his face and it holds a steaming mug of coffee. The heavenly scent creeps into his nostrils, shaking awake his spirits and he blinks at it.

“Huh?”

“Coffee. You look like shit right now.”

“Charming as always, Clint. But thanks.”

“Sure thing.”

When he looks up he's already gone. Tony can't help but feel a little bit disappointed by that.

The night is cold, wet, stormy and down right gross. Miserable. It's one of those nights where no amount of blankets is enough to keep warm, and Tony shivers despite the many layers he's wearing. Despite the climate controlled tower, the chill still creeps in and leaves them cold even with the heat on, or a burning fire place flickering in the corner.

Tony stares at the coffee machine, willing it to brew faster. It doesn't. Fucking bastard.

He's tired. So, so tired. And cold. Briefly, he can make out a shuffling figure making it's way past behind him and when he turns around to look, all that's visible under a mountain of blankets are two fluffy-socked feet and a tousled mess of blond hair.

Tony pours two mugs of coffee once it's done, and pads into the living room. When he hands one of the richly scented, steaming mugs over, the pile of blankets says, “Oh, hey, thanks.” in Clint's voice and he makes space on the couch and lifts up one corner of the blanket for Tony to crawl under. He does – sharing body heat sounds like a great plan right now.

Once he's settled down next to his friend, they share the space and coffee in silence, which is unusual, but not uncomfortable.

A little while later, Clint puts his empty mug on the small table nearby, and when he disappears back under the blankets, his head comes to a rest on Tony's shoulder. He lets him, smiling a little and putting his free arm around him.

One thing that surprised him when the team first started to spend more free time with each other had been, how oddly cuddly their archer could be, especially since all of them had witnessed him not only threatening but also inflicting physical harm to pushy people who wouldn't keep their hands to themselves. But he's comfortable here, with them. With Tony. And this is a rare gift that even he recognizes, and refuses to jeopardize it.

Maybe he enjoys this more than he should. But then again, he's seen Natasha shoot him “Don't you dare fuck this up” looks more and more, and he had no idea why, but now...

Feelings. Not his strongest suit.

The noises of rain and thunder are the only sounds filling the room, that and the calm, even breathing of two people close to each other. Tony snuggles a bit closer, and lets it all lull him to sleep. It's been a while.

When Tony wakes up, he's a little bit upset to find he's alone in his own bed. But then, a very faint memory of him waking up on the couch, cocooned in a nest of blankets and the warm, steadily breathing body of his friend-teammate-maybe-possibly-crush creeps back into his head. He remembers longing and wanting this, not as a one-time thing but... More. So much more.

It scares him a bit, so last night he carefully freed himself and went to go to bed, alone and a lot colder than the place he's left.

All of this hits him like a truck, first thing in the morning and he pulls a pillow over his head and yells a muffled “Fuck!” into it.

“Good morning, Sir.” JARVIS replies smoothly to his little outburst, and gives him the date, time weather and plans for the day as usual. Another fucking meeting. Of course.

Tony sighs heavily, and remains silent for a moment.

“Sir?” JARVIS asks, and he sighs again. “Thank you, J. I'll be right up.” he grumbles, and only gets up after a few more minutes stewing over his thoughts in bed. He continues in the shower, losing track of the time and if it wasn't for JARVIS he'd have stayed in there for another three hours.

As it is, his AI pulls him out of his funk, and Tony needs to run once again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm late!” he's sprinting out of the elevator, finishing his tie and faintly hoping his socks actually match. But it's a quiet day, and the only two people in the kitchen are Steve, who is doing a crossword puzzle in the paper, and Clint, who may or may not be asleep with his eyes wide open – he's perfectly capable of that.

Tony's heart stops a beat, but he lifts one hand in greeting, dumps coffee into a travel mug and turns, taking one messy bite out of the toast that Clint is currently holding in his hand and runs back out.

Steve looks after him with a mixture of wonder and amusement on his face, then he asks Clint,

“So when did that with the two of you happen?”

But Clint just blinks and says,

“Huh?”

He nearly does a glorious spit take. Then Tony splutters.

“Blergh, what the fuck? Why? I trusted you!”

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

Clint takes back his mug, from a thoroughly disgusted looking Tony who hands it over in horror, and drinks a long swig.

“You. You absolute fucking monster. You ruined perfectly good coffee with a ton of sugar and cream. Why? You are the only sane person around here who I can trust with the important art of brewing the perfectly dark, strong coffee and now? This? I'm hurt, I'm telling you.” he keeps complaining, and yes he absolutely is a drama queen. Nothing new here.

Tony looks at Clint like a betrayed sack of flour.

He chuckles in his mug, keeps drinking the... Uncharacteristically altered cup of coffee. If it's still in there. Somewhere. Only now, Tony realizes that Clint looks... Tired.

“It's just that kinda day, y'know.” he shrugs and turns back to the table.

“Oh.”

Like comfort food, or drink, in this case, he realizes and suddenly feels bad for making fun of it.

“Bad day?” he asks, cautiously, and gets a small nod accompanied by a hum.

“Wanna go watch a movie?”

“Yeah, sure. Why not.”

They move to the couch, and settle down with a movie. About half an hour in, Tony gets back up to refill their mugs. When he hands one over, he says,

“There is some coffee in your sugar.” and it gets him a huff of laughter, which he chooses to count as a win. In a spontaneous fit of bravery, he shifts a little bit closer to Clint and takes one of his hands. The archer freezes in surprise for a moment, then he gently squeezes the hand holding his own.

“Hey.” He says quietly, and Tony looks over questioningly.

“When the movie is over, can we talk? I think that would be good.”

“Yeah, absolutely. I, uh, I guess this is gonna head where I hope it's going to?”

To his surprise, and delight, Clint lightly kisses him on the lips.

“It is.” he says simply, but he's smiling now, looking a lot happier than before.

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Prompt No. 15 – "There is some coffee in your sugar"

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Another prompt list thingy with my dear friend @bananaink Full prompt list can be found here: https://banashee.tumblr.com/post/190342596571/65-random-writing-prompts

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The first one is, of course, about my two favourite, caffeine addicted idiots in love. Hope you enjoy!

You can also find this on my AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22318753

#banashee writes #marvel fanfiction #ironhawk #fluff #idiots in love #friends to lovers #caffeine addicted hot mess #ao3 #archive of our own

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dwindlingashesburnt · 5 years

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Going round in circles

I have...a lot of concerns about getting help or trying to see some sort of therapist or even a school counsellor, approximately none of which are really practical. I am aware they are not particularly realistic or practical, and all my friends have confirmed this when I've brought up my concerns, but nevertheless I cannot quite move past them?

One of those fears is the classic one every abuser ever typically tries to teach any victim - you do not deserve or need help, you should not reach out for help.

I go around and around in circles trying to think how I can logically address and try to banish this fear. It goes something like this:

I fear I may be depressed and I'm struggling. I should probably try to get some sort of help or therapy

"You're not depressed. What makes you think you're depressed?"

....Several people who know me well have commented that they think I may be, I display some symptoms and know I am suppressing others due to other issues, I semifrequently fall into a funk where whole days or even weeks pass by and I struggle to even get out of bed, do basic hygiene, eat, sleep.

"You're not depressed. Even if you were, it's not that bad. It's not like you're self harming or suicidal"

I used to be suicidal and a large reason why I no longer actively think of suicide is not necessarily because I got better, but because my abuser and toxic friends convinced me that that was not an option I was allowed and ensured I was too terrified to even think of it as an option anymore even when I remained suicidal for a long time. Same with self harm

"Yeah, but you still don't think of suicide or self harm anymore. It doesn't count."

Considering the fact that I'm very concerned that I did not get over it and simply started suppressing it even more, yeah it counts because I'm worried it might be an issue I'm ignoring even now. Also, I do self harm technically - literally rip skin off my lips until I'm bleeding then do it again before the skin's even healed, constantly, remember?

"That doesn't count. You've never taken a blade to your skin"

Fine, fine, fuck, whatever. Even ignoring that, emotional self harm is a thing, or just self destructive tendencies. Not eating enough? Deliberately depriving myself of sleep until I'm on the verge of passing out because it makes me feel in control? Sabotaging my relationships with people? Immediately reacting to feelings of self hatred by seeking out things I know will distress me, make me feel like there's something wrong, and intensify the feelings of self hatred? It may not be physical but I'd say I'm doing some nasty fucking harm to myself bud

"You shouldn't self diagnose. Things like depression are a huge deal, and very serious. It's disrespectful to say you may be depressed when there's nothing wrong with you"

I...What. Okay first of all as much as I'd like it not to be true, there's plenty wrong with me. It's not disrespectful to be genuinely concerned I have it. But fine,let's not diagnose, why don't I go to a professional and THEY can diagnose me? See if there IS anything wrong with me?

"You shouldn't waste a professional's time. You don't have serious issues, you have no diagnosed condition. You're fine. Just get on with it"

Literally cannot be diagnosed with any condition without getting a diagnosis. Urgh. FINE let's say I don't have depression, I never had an eating disorder in the past, I was never suicidial and I never came anywhere close to possibly having developed and then resolved DID. Could be true could be false, I don't fucking know because guess who hasn't seen a professional for a diagnosis!- Why don't I talk to someone about my many other issues? The indeterminate amount of time I was constantly terrified and believed I woud be killed any moment? The time I believed I was not human? The time I believed I was literally some inhuman thing created for the sole purpose of entertaining others with my pitiful attempts to hide my suffering? The fact that my mother is and was abusive? The fact that actually, the time is indefinite, because for years I have struggled with the concept of time, and forget, remember and suppress memories intermittently and sometimes seemingly at random? What about all of that?

"It's not important. You've dealt with it so far. You can continue to deal with it. It's fine"

Except I haven't, I can't, and it's not. My "dealing with it" is just increasingly limiting and suppressing my feelings, thoughts and problems to prevent them overwhelming me, until some of them escape and promptly overwhelm me resulting in a complete breakdown until I return to suppressing and ignoring the issue. At this point I feel approximately nothing, and I haven't felt fear or anger for literal years which is very very concerning given that you'd think I'd have those in abundance in my situation. It's getting to be a strain and I'm worried that at some point it won't be "some" that escapes, it will be "all", and I am genuinely afraid that may break or even kill me - bad ones have left me suicidal in the past.

"You've been fine so far. It will hold. It's never all escaped yet. It's fine."

It's not. It will collapse eventually, and I'm not happy living feeling so empty and hollow, unable to deal with any of my problems or feel happiness, love, or pride either, so empty. Not being abke to do things or connect with those close to me because I'm too defensive. This apathy is effective, but it's only a temporary measure, not permanent, and I'm struggling to maintain it. I need help.

"You don't need help. Your issues aren't important enough. You're just being a weak crybaby about it all. You don't deserve help for your 'issues' when you should be able to do it alone. You don't need help, you don't deserve help, certainly not professional help, and I will not let you get help."

Finally we get to the core issue.

Hello, mother. Those are your words. Your ideas. That you've inserted into my own mind and have then evolved like some fucking disease.

You are the reason I need help.

I wish I still had access to my anger tonight, so that I could honestly say I hate you.

But I'm struggling to use this apathy as my last defense, so the only honest thing I can say and feel right now is that I do not recognise you as my true mother and I would be better off if you did not exist.

Get your thoughts out of my head.

#abusive mother #emotional abusive #psychological abuse #tw: mental health #tw: suicide #tw: self harm #why can i not accept help #i know i need it #get your fucking words out of my head

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chill-pill-life · 7 years

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Seventeen going to the Convenience Store

Episode Four: Where Seventeen visits the convenience store because of someone’s hunger.

Mingyu: “Wonwoo~”

Wonwoo:

Mingyu: “Wonwoo~”

Wonwoo:

Mingyu: “WONWOO!!!”

Wonwoo: *jumps up from bed in shock* “What now?”

Mingyu: “I’m hungry” *smiles*

Wonwoo: “You’ve got to be kidding me”

Mingyu: “Minghao”

The8: “Shut up and go back to bed”

Mingyu: “No wake up!”

The8: “Go bother someone else”

Mingyu: “I’m hungry let’s go to the convenience store”

The8: “Ask someone else like Wonwoo”

Mingyu: “I did and he didn’t want to”

The8: “Obviously he wouldn’t IT’S 4AM YOU IDIOT”

Mingyu: “FINE you all leave me with no choice then…” *leaves room*

The8: “Finally thank god”

Mingyu: *takes a sip of water*

Mingyu: *clears throat*

Mingyu: “FIREEEEEEEEEEEE!!! FIREEEEEEEEEEE!!! WAKE UP EVERYONE THERE’S A FIREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!”

Mingyu: “COUPS HYUNG YOUR CHILDREN ARE ON FIREEEEE”

Mingyu: “JEONGHAN HYUNG YOUR HAIR IS ON FIREEEEE”

Mingyu: “WOOZI HYUNG YOUR STUDIO IS ON FIREEEEEEEE”

Mingyu: “CHAN YOUR MICHAEL JACKSON ALBUMS ARE ON FIREEEEEEE”

Mingyu: “VERNON YOUR MACBOOK IS ON FIREEEEEEE”

Mingyu: “HOSHI HYUNG WOOZI IS ON FIREEEEEEE”

Mingyu: “JOSHUA HYUNG YOUR GUITARS ARE ON FIREEEEEE”

Mingyu: “WONWOO YOUR BEANIE COLLECTION IS ON FIREEEEEE”

Mingyu: “JUN YOUR PASSPORT BACK TO CHINA IS ON FIREEEEEEE”

Mingyu: “SEUNGKWAN JEJU IS ON FIREEEEEEEEE”

Mingyu: “SEOKMIN DONKEY KONG IS ON FIREEEEEEE”

Mingyu: “MINGHAO MINGYU IS ON FIREEEEEEEEEEEEE”

Mingyu: *takes a seat on the sofa and waits patiently*

Seventeen: *runs into the living room*

Scoups: “MY CHILDREN ARE YOU ALL ALRIGHT?!”

Jeonghan: “AM I- AM I BALDDDD???! No wait don’t tell me I don’t want to know” *cries*

Dino: “MICHAEL JACKSON MY SPECIAL EDITION ALBUMS DON’T WORRY DINO WILL PROTECT CHU”

Jun: “My passport! My passport! Nooo!! I need it to leave this placeeeee”

Wonwoo: “1 beanie, 2 beanie, 3 beanie, 4 beanie…. WAIT beanie number 5 is missing!!!”

Hoshi: “WOOZI WOOZI WOOZI ARE YOU OUHKAY ERMAGAWD I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE SECRETLY CREPT INTO YOUR ROOM TO SLEEP TONIGHT”

Woozi: “You creep into my room to sleep?!”

Hoshi: “I didn’t say anything”

Vernon: *runs out with a pail of water and pours it on his mac*

Woozi: “Vernon, you know that you just poured a bucket full of water on your perfectly fine Macbook right?”

Vernon:

Vernon: “What?” *realises situation*

Woozi: “Unlike you all, I don’t fall for Mingyu’s dumbass tricks”

Vernon: “Give me a moment while I cry in the corner”

Woozi: “It’s gone bro”

Seungkwan: “HELLO HI OMG MUM I HEARD THAT THERE’S A FIRE IN JEJU ARE U OKAYYY? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE’S NO FIRE?”

Joshua: “Is this powder on the floor- perhaps the remains of my guitar?” *welps*

The8: “No, it’s just leftover ramen seasoning that a certain someone forgot to clean last night”

Mingyu: “Minghao, I said I was on FIREEEee! why aren’t you asking if I’m okay??”

The8: “I honestly just came out to watch you get burnt alive but after coming out of my room, I am utterly disappointed”

Scoups: “Hang on someone’s missing! ONE OF MY CHILDREN IS MISSING!”

Scoups: “SEOKMIN! SEOKMIN WHERE ARE YOU?”

DK: “Sleeping”

Mingyu: “But your donkey kong is on fire!”

DK: “UGH I’m so done with you Mingyu, I hope every donkey kong burns to the ground” gasp

Scoups: “Okay so everyone’s fine, there is clearly NO fire, it’s 4 in the morning, what in the name is the meaning of this Kim Mingyu?”

Mingyu: “Mingyu wants food”

Seventeen: “…”

Jeonghan: “So let me get this straight, you woke us up at 4 freaking AM and messed around with my hair getting caught on fire, for food?!?!?!”

The8: “I knew it”

Vernon: “Dude not cool, my macbook got fried” *sobs*

DK: “Great, so donkey kong isn’t on fire, what a nightmare”

Woozi: “I’m going back to bed”

Mingyu: “But Mingyu wants some food” *pouts*

Jun: “Someone hold me back if not I’m gonna hit this tall thing”

Scoups: “Alright, alright. First of all, no violence in this household is allowed, secondly if it was allowed, I am the one who is going to hit this child”

Scoups: “Thirdly, since we’re already up, let’s just go down and get some food”

Mingyu: “YAYYY” *throws confetti in the air*

Dino: “Confetti! Wheeeeee!!” *tries to catch confetti*

Joshua: “Am I the only one who wonders where the confetti came from?”

Jun: “There is no way I’m going down at this time-“

Wonwoo: “I’m a little hungry”

Jun: “LETS GO”

Jeonghan: “Seungcheol, I blame you for spoiling our children”

Joshua: *glares at coups*

Scoups: “What do you mean? Mingyu’s bad habits came from you…”

Jeonghan: “What are you saying, you’re the one who always-“

Mingyu: “I WANT FOOD”

Scoups: “Can’t you see that your parents are arguing?!”

Jeonghan: “Don’t yell at the children!”

Scoups: “URGH”

*at the store*

Mingyu: “This is how heaven must look like”

Seungkwan: “Yeah, if you want to gain like 50 pounds and wear a size 100, going to the emergency ward for a heart attack then yeah sure!”

Dino: “Dino was upset about my albums before but my heart is fluttering, I think I’m in love”

Jun: *stares at chan and stares at the dinosaur crackers and back at chan*

Jun: “Must. Contain. Judgement.”

Dino: *hugs box of dinosaur shaped crackers*

Jeonghan: “Do you want me to buy that for you Dino?”

Dino: *nods like the adorable child he is*

Vernon: “Do they sell Macbooks here?”

Joshua: “No Hansol it’s a convenience store why would they sell Macbooks?”

Joshua: “Frankly, I’m quite happy that your Macbook is gone, it’s been creating a gap between our relationship, now I just need your phone to disappear and it’ll be all good between us”

Vernon: “Hello kind sir, do you perhaps sell Macs?”

Cashier: “Oh, we don’t but down the street there’s a Mac-“

Vernon: “THANK YOU SIR I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR KINDNESS” *runs*

Cashier: “-Mcdonalds…”

Joshua: “So far so great” appearance of evil josh?

Mingyu: “HOLY MOLY WHAT IS THIS?”

Wonwoo: “Chips?”

Hoshi: “It’s called Cheetos gyu, haven’t you tried it before?”

Mingyu: “BUT IT’S ORANGE!”

The8: “It’s just cheese”

Mingyu: “CHEESEEEE”

Mingyu: *opens bag*

Wonwoo: “Erm Mingyu you know that you’re supposed to pay before opening it right?”

Mingyu: “Om nom nom what is this magical taste in my mouth?”

The8: “Don’t over-react Mingyu, it’s just chips covered in oil and artificial flavoured cheese”

Seungkwan: “You forgot to add trans fat”

Mingyu: “But it tastes sho good!” *squeals*

Mingyu: “Minghao can you hold this for me, I need to tie my shoelaces”

The8: “Fine but hurry up”

Cashier: “Did you just open up the chips without paying?!”

Mingyu: “He did it” *points to Minghao*

The8: “WHAT THE FUNK YO”

Cashier: “I’m calling the cops” *takes phone out*

Scoups: “Okay what’s happening now?”

Cashier: “Are these yours?”

Scoups: “Yes they’re my children, that at this point of time I’m seriously considering abandoning, but for now yes they are”

Cashier: “They opened the packet of chips without paying for it, it’s a crime and they can go to jail for it”

Seungkwan: “I predict you’re going to rot in that cell until you’re 30”

The8: “I ain’t going to jail man”

Scoups: “I’m sorry, these kids didn’t know any better, can I just pay for it instead? Please don’t call the cops, we have a music show to do tomorrow and the CEO will flip out if they aren’t there, just tell me how much it is”

Cashier: “Just pay me 50 bucks and we’ll call it even”

Scoups: “50?! What a rip-off!”

Hoshi: “Well there goes your hard-earned money”

The8: “The worst part is… I DIDN’T EVEN DO IT”

Cashier: “What do you mean you didn’t do it, the bag is open and it’s in your hands”

Mingyu: “YEAH MINGHAO HOW COULD YOU! ITS ILLEGAL!”

The8: “WHY I OUTTA-“ *rolls up sleeve* thughao

Scoups: “Boys, don’t fight here!”

Seungkwan: “Pass me that bag of chips hosh, this is getting interesting”

Cashier: “Hello is this the police?”

Scoups: “OKAY SIR HERE’S 50 DOLLARS ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?”

Cashier: “Sorry, there’s an inflation of price, it’s 100 now”

Scoups: “That is absurd, it’s practically daylight robbery!”

Wonwoo: “Actually hyung, it’s night-time robbery…. because it’s at night…”

Hoshi: “So it’s either we sent Minghao to jail or pay $100? What kind of sick logic is that?”

Seungkwan: “I say we send Minghao to jail and spend the hundred on something else like meat”

The8:“I feel the love y’all”

Cashier: “The address is 62-gil Gangnam-gu, yes the convenience store-“

Scoups: “HERE’S 100!”

Cashier: “Happy New Year children” *kisses the stack of cash*

Hoshi: “There goes our lunch for tomorrow”

Scoups: “WHO DID IT”

Wonwoo: “Wonwoo will not testify”

The8: “I swear hyung its Mingyu”

Mingyu: *shakes head*

The8: “You liar! You almost sent me to JAIL!”

Mingyu: “Okay fine, I opened it. It just looks so yummy I had to eat one”

Scoups: “The CEO gave it to me for us to use wisely and now it’s all gone, you better not make any more trouble or I’m going to seriously consider abandoning you”

Seungkwan: “Don’t forget that he broke Jin Sunbaenim’s display case that day”

Mingyu: “SHHHHH don’t remind him”

Scoups: “Let’s just all go home and get some rest”

*back at the dorm*

Mingyu: *sits on bed and takes out Cheetos packet*

DK: *wakes up*

DK: “What is that crunching sound?”

Mingyu: …

DK: *sniff sniff*

DK: “Is that cheetos I smell?”

Mingyu: “MINE!” *closes packet and hides under blanket*

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