Fighting For Justice

Fighting for Justice

Synopsis: Justice will be given

Pairing: Wonwoo x fem!reader

Genre: angst :)

Warnings: school violence and violence in general

Word Count: 3K words

Getting to school early was only one of the things that made students on campus call Wonwoo a “teacher’s pet”. That was in addition to his perfect grades, perfect attendance, and perfect school record. He was the top scorer in all exams and never had a graduation ceremony where he didn’t walk up the stage with some kind of medal or award. Not to mention the fact that his family sponsored most of the university’s endeavors and projects. In the eyes of a teacher, he really was perfect.

If he wasn’t in class, people would often find him sitting in the library, quietly studying, or typing away on his laptop. They speculated that it was the side effect of being a teacher’s pet. Some pitied him for not being able to have any fun but most people just found his presence annoying. There was no point in studying and it looked like he was just doing it for show. His parents were already paying the professors to give him a high grade. Or so they believed.

Wonwoo could hear their whispers but choose to ignore them. After all, he understood where they were coming from. He felt his phone buzz and started packing his things after reading the message.

As he moved away from the table he was sitting at, Wonwoo’s eyes fell on a bunch of “elite students”, the ones who paid to stay on top. He knew that bribing people with money was one of the easiest things in the world for those who had an abundance of cash. The names that were at the top with his on the score sheets were printed on there with cash. Children from well-off families didn’t need to study for their names to be on top of the list, money got it there for them so there was no need to even lift a finger.

That system of “bribery education” lead to the formation of a secret organization, a rebellion, Laqueus. According to them, their main goal was to expose under the table dealings that robbed hardworking students of their rightful place at the top. They were after justice and a fair opportunity for all students. Your place should be determined by your hard work, not your status in society or the amount of money you had in your bank account. All the students— aside from the ones who bribed their way to the top— silently adored and supported them, though nobody knew who was actually affiliated with the group. In one way or another, having such an organization gave them hope that this injustice would end. They endured, believing that the leader of the resistance was sure to come to save them from their misery.

On the other side of the library, _____ pocketed her phone and sat back in her chair as the members of Laqueus entered their hideout. A file was opened on her laptop, emailed from their leader which contained the meeting agenda he had set for the day. Packaged books were stacked on the shelves surrounding a large metal table where various floor plans for the entire school were laid out. The book storage room at the back of the library wasn’t the ideal place to hold secret meetings but it was all they had.

A knock came from the door, making all the members perk up. _____ quietly stood up and motioned for the others to hide. If the faculty found out that they had their secret meetings in the book storage room, their plan of achieving justice would fail and all their hard work would come to nothing.

_____ knocked once on the door. “Fiat Justitia.” a boy’s voice came from behind the door. Breathing a sigh of relief, she opened the door and came face to face with their youngest recruit.

“Hey, leader!” Chan chirped, beaming at her. _____ sighed. “For the last time, I’m not the leader, Chan. I just receive his messages and deliver them to the team.”

She ushered him inside. The boy gave her a smile and limped into the storage room. _____ looked down at his feet and noticed that Chan’s right foot was bandaged. She frowned. “You were injured from yesterday?”

“Yeah,” he answered sheepishly as one of the other members helped him onto a chair. “I was trying to get away as fast as possible.”

_____ could only shake her head. It was normal for at least one of them to get injured from a strike. Preparing the materials, executing the plan, and getting away without being caught was very dangerous work. If any of them had been seen it would mean the end of their school life. Expulsion was the punishment for such an offense against the school and being expelled meant that you couldn’t fight anymore.

Checking her phone again, _____ told the members that they would start the meeting once the new recruit showed up. They shifted nervously at the news. Getting new members was risky business. You could never tell who would betray you.

“Don’t worry,” she assured them. “The leader says that he’s a good one.”

Another knock came at the door. After making sure that everyone was hidden, the vice-leader approached the door. _____ knocked once. She counted, one, two, three seconds before receiving an answer.

“Fiat Justitia.”

A smile formed on her mouth as she opened the door to welcome their newest member, an asset that would be a great addition to their cause. The other members of the resistance gaped at who was standing at the door.

Jeon Wonwoo.

__________

_____ figured that it would take a lot of convincing to get the other rebellion members to stop harassing the poor boy with questions. But she couldn’t blame them, who wouldn’t be suspicious? If there was one person who would most likely betray them, it would be the infamous teacher’s pet. She had already brought up this concern to their leader but the head of the resistance seemed to have great trust in Wonwoo.

“And why exactly should we trust you?” Seungcheol demanded, banging his hands on the metal table and leaning close to the new recruit’s face. _____ could only smile and stay quiet. After the few conversations she already had with their secret leader, the girl was already convinced that the quiet student would never betray them. From what she heard, his hatred for the unfair system probably amounted to more than hers. Plus, with a mind and bank account like his, their plans and attacks were bound to be more successful. To her, Wonwoo was a force to be reckoned with even if he didn’t know it yet.

“First of all,” he said in a surprisingly steady voice for someone who was being interrogated, “I already know where your hideout is.” Seungcheol’s open mouth closed itself. With just one sentence he managed to silence one of the fiercest members of the resistance. “Second, I don’t need to be on the receiving end of the injustice to know that what those people are doing is wrong.”

“Everyone deserves a fair chance to place on top. The only thing that should get a student’s name on the list is the grades that they’ve cried and bled for. A fair chance for everyone is all anyone is asking for. I know how hard it is to stay on top and the fact that there are people who don’t have to do anything to be able to surpass what I’ve achieved on my own angers me.”

Wonwoo eyes looked around at the other members as he spoke. _____ saw a light burning in them and spread like a wildfire to the other members in the room. It looked like she didn’t need to step in and convince them to accept him as a member, the new recruit was doing that quite well all on his own.

“We have the same goal.”

Seungcheol walked up to him and held out his hand for Wonwoo to shake, his mouth breaking into a proud smile. “Welcome to the resistance.”

__________

_____ thought that accepting Wonwoo was proving to be one of the best decisions their secret leader had made. She even considered making him a vice-leader along with her. It was like he was born to be a member of Laqueus.

When there was a hole in their plan, he would always be the first to point it out. Funding for their strikes wasn’t a problem anymore with his expendable bank account. It seemed that the thought of him betraying them had already been forgotten. Wonwoo was such a big help to their organization that upon hearing of his acceptance ceremony, the entire rebellion wanted to come.

“It would be too much of a risk.” _____ reasoned out with them. “Having a lot of people in one place, especially in a place where they aren’t supposed to be, will just put us all in danger of being found out.”

In all honesty, the acceptance ceremony wasn’t much. It was just called that way to make it seem more dignified.

“You’re just here to receive this.” _____ said as she handed him a small box. Wonwoo opened it and found a thin red ring inside. “Are you proposing?” he joked.

_____ smacked him lightly in the arm. She raised her own hand and showed him the red bracelet clasped around her wrist. “That’s just a way for us to see who’s on which side.”

“That red band is a simplified version of the blindfold that the greek goddess Nike wears.” Jeonghan, the team’s Intel, said as he strode leisurely into the storage room with Jihoon and Seungkwan following behind him. “The blindfold means that justice is given regardless of who the person is.”

“And why is it red?”

“We’re at war, idiot.” The girl’s voice came from behind him. Wonwoo looked at _____ and smiled when she put her hand on his shoulder. “Red is the color of war.”

The sound of a pen tapping on the table made him turn towards his other friends. The core of the resistance looked back at him.

“What’s your decision Wonwoo?”

He looked towards Jeonghan and Jihoon who were seated around the table. “Well, we don’t have all day.”

Seungkwan placed a paper on the desk and tapped it with his finger. Wonwoo leaned over the desk and read the words printed onto it.

Laqueus

Member: Jeon Wonwoo

Position: Vice-leader.

The newest member of the organization picked up the pen and signed his name, the red ink stark against the white parchment. The other members smiled and stood to shake his hand.

“Welcome to the core team, vice-leader.”

One by one, each core member came to him and shook his hand. “I hope you answer correctly,” Seungcheol whispered into his ear, patting the boy’s back before exiting the room with everyone else.

_____ was the last to stand in front of him and shake his hand. Wonwoo raised his eyebrows at her, their hands still clasped around each other’s. He knew from her expression that she was about to ask him something. She had the exact same expression his professors had before they announced a pop quiz or surprise recitation.

“What is the meaning of our secret code?” _____ challenged him, though she already had a feeling that he knew. Wonwoo was one of the smartest kids after all. It wouldn’t be a surprise that the meaning of Latin words was just general knowledge to him.

“Fiat Justitia,” he smiled, shaking her hand one more time. “Let justice be done.”

__________

Wonwoo could only keep silent as he watched the members of the core team pace around at the sudden news. He internally face-palmed himself over and over again for not checking which email he had been using before he sent the plan for their strike at the nearing media conference. He was too coffee deprived last night to even register that he was using his personal email rather than the one he had created specifically to use for things that involved Laqueus. Lying to them about his real identity was useless. They would see right through him. All he could do know was tell them the truth.

“So,” Jihoon said shakily, his hands gripping the headrest of the nearest chair. “You mean to tell me that you’re our leader? All this time?”

He looked towards _____ who was still staring at the computer screen where Wonwoo’s email address was written as the sender of their top-secret plan. Wonwoo didn’t answer. Honestly, he wasn’t sure if they were happy that he was their leader or not. From the blank expressions on their face, it was hard to decipher what thoughts were running through their heads. He was especially aware of _____, sitting a little to his left with her lips pressed into a thin line. She ran a hand through her hair. “Everybody out.”

From the look on her face, anyone could tell that disobeying was not an option. As soon as they were alone, she sat in front of him. After confirming three times that he really was their leader she laid her head on the table.

“Are you mad?” Wonwoo carefully asked, afraid that his mistake would ruin the organization. _____ laughed weakly. “Mad? I’m relieved.”

She lifted her head and stared at him as if she couldn’t believe he was real. “I’m just so happy that you of all people turned out to be our leader. Man, I can’t wait until the others find out—”

“You can’t tell them,” Wonwoo said sharply, cutting her off. Her big surprised eyes met his own, in disbelief that he didn’t want to share this with the rest of the team. “But they’d be so happy to know—”

“_____,” Wonwoo’s voice was low and quiet. _____ froze under his piercing glare. Never had she seen him this serious, not even during important meetings. “If we ever get caught, it’s easier to say that you don’t know when you really don’t than to lie because you know.”

He bent down to look her right in the eye. “This is my way of protecting them.”

The leader of the resistance walked towards the door and threw it open, revealing the embarrassed faces of the other core members who were caught eavesdropping. He looked back and forth between them and _____. “You will tell no one. That’s an order.”

__________

Sabotaging the media conference was the hardest strike they had ever executed. It was also the plan that got their organization caught. None of them, not even Wonwoo, had presumed that the police would be involved.

As the last of the members were pushed to their knees at the foot of the stage, Wonwoo could do nothing but blame himself. He was ready to face punishment on behalf of the organization. That much he could do as their leader. From his place on the stage, his eyes flickered around, looking at the beaten, bloody faces of his comrades. It hurt to see them look so defeated.

"Who is your leader?” the principal’s low voice pierced through the silence. With the media gone, he was free to do with them as he pleased. The blank faces of most students made it clear that they didn’t know. The principal took a breath to ask again but he was cut off by a low voice from behind him, from someone on the stage.

“I’m the leader.”

Wide-eyed students turned in his direction. The fact that the top student in the school had just claimed that he was the leader of the very rebel group that was going against the system was a big shock to the student body and faculty. Wonwoo held his head up high as the principal stormed towards him. The school head grabbed him by the hair, making the boy look him in the eyes. Despite the fear growing in his heart, Wonwoo glared back at the principal, undaunted.

“You had so much potential. Why did you have to throw it all away for poor stupid brats like them?” the principal exasperatedly hissed into his ear as if he were begging Wonwoo to deny his leadership in the alliance. But Wonwoo was anything but unloyal. Even as he was beaten and dragged off to be imprisoned, Wonwoo didn’t deny his identity. He was proud to have led such a noble cause and be followed by such honorable people.

The cries of his comrades when the guards were called to take him away echoed in his ears. They watched as his hands were bound by handcuffs, screaming for the police to take them instead. Without a leader, the members of Laqueus felt like their chance of gaining justice was gone.

“Fight,” Wonwoo told them as he passed by. He caught sight of _____’s tear-streaked face, almost making him regret exposing himself and leaving her. But as the leader, sacrifices had to be made.

“Fight,” he repeated louder. The spark that had been put out lit up again. A solemn atmosphere spread throughout the room like a fog, blocking the sight of those who didn’t have a fire burning in their eyes. His comrades knew what he meant and that’s all he needed.

And as the police car that he sat in pulled out of the area, Wonwoo saw the same defiant faces that looked at him when he posed as a new recruit, the ones who were tired of having to be a slave to the unjust system and ready to fight for what was right. He knew then that this fight was far from over.

Even if Wonwoo was gone, the resistance was still at war. His last words echoed in their ears, filling them with determination. Especially _____, who Wonwoo had clearly looked at in the eye as he delivered his ultimatum. She nodded at him, promising to finish what he had started. Their leader had given an order and they would follow through.

“Fiat Justitia. That’s an order.”

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No body, No crime

Synopsis: “I think he did it but I just can’t prove it." 

Pairing: Seungcheol x fem!reader 

Genre: crime/mystery, not really romance 

Warnings: mentions of blood and dead/dismembered bodies, death, kinda creepy 

Word Count: 1.7k words

The dingy diner was a place she frequented even when Jeonghan was still there. It was a small building near the lake and dock with a red neon sign that said ”The Diner“. He said he liked the food there better than the famous restaurant near the entrance of town. There weren’t a lot of people who came in, especially during dinner time, which made it an ideal place to talk without being overheard. This was also good for her since she and Seulgi were now using the diner as a secret meeting place.

_____ walked towards the diner with her hands in her pockets when she heard footsteps behind her. Careful not to slow down and alert the strange person that she had noticed someone following her, she strained her ears to listen more closely. The footsteps were heavy which would point to the person following her be most likely a man. It didn’t sound like the person was wearing normal leather shoes that white-collar workers of the town typically wore. From her intuition, the male behind her was wearing boots, those thick ones that were usually worn by laborers or people who tended to move around a lot.

The mysterious male entered the diner shortly after her which confirmed her suspicion that he had been tailing her. _____ was also right about him wearing thick boots to which he paired with dark jeans and a black leather jacket. His face was splattered with dirt like dark freckles across his face which would have been quite handsome had he not been scowling. The man was staring rather creepily at her, his eyes narrowing when she glared back.

After sending a quick text to Seulgi to inform her of the strange man, _____ ordered her regular set and took her seat on one of the stools by the counter.

"You’re _____ right?” the girl turned in her chair to come face to face with the strange man, his face now free of dirt. He took a seat on the stool next to hers. “I’m Seungcheol. Seulgi told me about you.”

Seulgi told him about her? What did that even mean? _____ was very sure that her friend would never double-cross her, considering that it was her own brother’s disappearance that they were investigating. She didn’t know whether to consider this as a betrayal or not.

The diner’s door opened, revealing a breathless Seulgi. Her pants were dirty near the shoes as if she had been wading in a dirty river. But it looked like she didn’t even notice as her expression clearly said: “I found something.”

“Both of you follow me,” she said before running out of the diner and not even waiting for their response. _____ and Seungcheol looked at each other then ran after her.

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MY HEART IS BEATING FAST AND I'M BLUSHING AT 3 AM INSTEAD OF SLEEPING

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Morning + Cuddles + “Sometimes I wonder how I ended up with someone as wonderful as you.”

You awoke slowly, barely able to keep even one eye open from the sleepiness. It was bright, too bright, and the temptation to just close your eyes again was so high.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Seungcheol said with his voice still raspy from sleep, his hand stroking your back. You leaned to look upwards, only then realizing that you had been using his toned chest as a pillow, and smiled.

“Morning,” you said quietly and snuggled closer to him, tightening your arm around his waist and focusing your hearing on the calm beating of his heart. “You’re so warm…”

Seungcheol chuckled and you smiled at the way his chest shook underneath your cheek. He took the hand that wasn’t resting by your back to your chin and lifted your face up. “Open your eyes and come here, baby.”

You whined but forced your eyes open nonetheless, although you had to blink them a few times to actually be able to keep them open. He caressed your cheek gently, a warm, wide smile on his lips as he looked at you with his eyes full of affection.

“Sometimes I wonder how I ended up with someone as wonderful as you,” he said quietly, running his fingers through your hair as he spoke. Your smile widened and your cheeks heated up a little, and you smacked his chest lightly.

“Don’t go all sappy on me straight in the morning,” you giggled and turned to lie on your stomach, one arm spread over Seungcheol’s stomach and your chin resting on his chest. You pouted jokingly and he sat up, causing your head to fall on his lap. 

His head hovered above yours, his sleepy eyes locked on your equally sleepy ones. He ran the back of his fingers gently against your cheek before leaning down to kiss you. You placed one of your hands behind his head and ran your fingers through his dark hair, kissing him back with as much sweetness as he was giving you.

Slowly and regretfully, he pulled back up and smiled down at you with that sweet, gummy smile of his that made you melt in an instant. You pouted again and beckoned him to lean back down.

“One more kiss.”

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