Well...

I've had a really ty week again.

So ty, that I did some things I regret now and it's been hard for me to feel okay again. So, I suppose distractions are always welcome.

Yesterday I made a blog post about my favorite SVT fanartist and how her art has inspired me with some Seventeen fics. And the latest one has been nawing on me so much that I sat down and wrote a very tiny bit of it today, only about 300 words or so.

It'll be a part of the prologue most likely, but I feel very inspired to write more of it... Idk, does anyone even care if I write Seventeen fics, lol?

Anyway, I've decided to title the fic 'The Devil's Sons'.

Below I'll give part of the description I've put together for the foreword (it's still a work in progress though, and may end up changing all together once I'm ready to post) and below that the excerpt...

I want to post it but... I'm still uncertain... I guess feedback from those of you who would actually like some Seventeen fics would be nice >.<

Here it is. Ignore typos, I just wrote this not too long ago.

Thank you.

-Kai

The Devil's Sons
One was sent to damn her into a life of eternal misery. The other was sent to save her. Neither had the intention of loving her.

Excerpt:

His sharp eyes slid across the bar discretely, drawing in the feature of everyone in the room and committing them to memory. Soonyoung’s brow rose when he finally spotted the person he had come there for.

She was a petite girl, entirely too plain for her own good. Her hair was long and black, the shine to it making it very clear an ounce of chemical had never dared defile the ity of it’s roots. She was dressed in a button down white shirt and black slacks, a gray apron tied tightly around her thin waist, though still too large to lay flat against her stomach like it should. That was a sign that she didn’t receive nearly as much nutrition as she should have, and by the look of the bags under her dark eyes, sleep was also foreign to her.

It wasn’t very fitting at all for such a small creature to be working at a rowdy bar, her small frame and malnourishment would do nothing for her in the event some drunk decided to take advantage of her.

It was a good thing, what Soonyoung was sent to do. With no family and a miserable life, he would simply be helping her put an end to her melancholy existence.

Perhaps she’ll be reborn under better circumstances.

That’s something he always told himself when he was sent on these little tasks, a stand-in for death when the case nothing too serious and a waste of time.

Soonyoung continued to watch the girl as the evening progressed, his presence clouded behind the mass of people crowding the bar, calling for her and the other waitress’s attention whenever they needed a drink refilled. But even so, he wasn’t sure how she had managed to be so diligent as to spot everyone, and her dull eyes eventually landed on him. He could tell by the way her brows rose just a fraction and how her pale cheeks tinted the lightest shade of pink that she had noticed that he was staring at her.