Cartoon Network’s 2017-18 Upfront recap

New series

  • Apple & Onion (from The Amazing World of Gumball’s George Gendi)
  • Craig of the Creek (from Steven Universe’s Matt Burnett and Ben Levin)
  • Summer Camp Island (from Julia Pott)
  • OK K.O.! Let’s Be Heroes (from Steven Universe’s Ian James-Quartey)
  • Ben 10 (reboot)
  • Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs (series)

Shows that are comin’ back

  • We Bare Bears
  • Steven Universe
  • The Powerpuff Girls (reboot)
  • Mighty Magiswords
  • Teen Titans Go!
  • The Amazing World of Gumball
  • Adventure Time (and another miniseries!)

Shows that aren’t comin’ back

  • Clarence
  • Uncle Grandpa

Plus games!


When she joined a “swim-in” in St. Augustine, Florida on June 18, 1964, then 17-year-old Mamie Nell Ford had little idea that her picture would soon be seen around the world – and help spur the passage of the landmark Civil Rights Act of 1964. On that day, seven civil rights activists, including Ford, jumped into the segregated pool at the Monson Motor Lodge to protest its ‘whites-only’ policy. As journalists looked on, the motel owner’s James Brock responded by dumping acid into the pool in an effort to drive them out. Ford recalls that her immediate reaction was “I couldn’t breathe,” and a photo of her with an alarmed expression as Brock pours acid nearby appeared in newspapers around the world. When people learn about the incident today, Ford says, “I’m often asked, ‘How could you have so much courage?’ Courage for me is not ‘the absence of fear,’ but what you do in the face of fear.”

The campaign to challenge segregation in St. Augustine in 1963 and 1964, known as the St. Augustine Movement, is considered one of the bloodiest of the Civil Rights Movement. Students staging “wade-ins” to challenge segregation on the beaches were violently beaten and, after several black children were admitted into white schools due to the Supreme Court’s decision outlawing school segregation, several of the children’s homes were burnt to the ground by local segregationists. Martin Luther King, Jr. was even arrested on the steps of this same motel only a week prior to the pool “swim-in,” after being charged with trespassing when he attempted to dine at the “whites-only” Monson Restaurant.

Prior to the pool “swim-in”, Ford was already an experienced civil rights activist in her hometown of Albany, Georgia. When Martin Luther King, Jr.’s Southern Christian Leadership Conference came to Albany to recruit activists to support the movement in St. Augustine, she immediately signed up. “When they asked for volunteers to participate in the swim-in demonstration, I said, yes, because, despite segregation, I knew how to swim,” she says. While they knew it was likely they would be arrested, no one expected the owner to pour acid into the pool. “It is as fresh in my mind as the morning dew, because when the acid was poured in the pool, the water began to bubble up,” Ford recalls. Although the group was arrested shortly thereafter, their protest had the intended effect: as it made headlines worldwide, President Johnson said in a recorded phone conservation: “Our whole foreign policy will go to hell over this!” Within 24 hours, the civil rights bill that had been introduced a year before and had been stalled in the Senate won approval, leading directly to the passage of the historic Civil Rights Act of 1964.

After being released from serving jail time for the swim-in, Ford made a powerful statement urging the people of St. Augustine to keep fighting: “Don’t lose heart now because you’re the ones on whom this movement rests. People will come and go because they live somewhere else, but you live here and you make this thing happen.” She returned home and went on to join five other black girls to lead the desegregation of the formerly all-white Albany High School, where she graduated with honors in 1965. Ford, who later changed her name to Mimi Jones, then went to college in Boston where she spent her career working in the Department of Education.

Although less well known than school segregation, the long legacy of segregation in swimming pools still lives on today. After legal challenges and actions like this one in St. Augustine forced the end of segregated pools, in many towns, especially in the South, ‘white flight’ from public pools to private clubs often led to their closure. The impact of first segregation and later pool closures over generations has led to a major gap between white and black Americans in swimming ability, with whites being twice as likely to know how to swim as blacks. This difference is also reflected in the CDC finding that black children are three times more likely die from drowning than white children. For these reasons and the long legacy of racism at swimming pools, Simone Manuel’s victory at the last Olympic Games took on special meaning for many African Americans – a significance the young swimmer alluded to after she became the first African-American woman to ever win an individual Olympic gold in swimming: “The gold medal wasn’t just for me,“ she said. "It’s for a lot of people who came before me.”

Picture and text from "A Mighty Girl” on Facebook
Cartoon Network HATES Steven Universe, Adventure Time, and Regular Show (RANT)

I realize that CN doesn’t like Steven Universe, Adventure Time and Regular Show. Their more into their childish humor, memes, and awful reboot shows, such as…

Teen Titans Go

Ben 10 

Powerpuff Girls 

Mighty Magiswords

Like seriously, has anyone else realize that they’re giving poor rated shows the sweets while the most original shows gets treated like garbage. 

An example to this is Cartoon Network mostly leaks major Steven Universe and Adventure Time bombs like

This recent Stevenbomb that suppose to come out Jan.30, the most biggest reveal I’ve been hearing, is being leaked on their official Cartoon Network site, four weeks before the official release!  

Originally posted by universe-and-universe-universal

And the “Stakes” mini-series being leaked a week earlier

Also to note are the scheduling. The most newest Adventure Time episodes are being release on Saturdays at 7:30 PM before

But the worst victim that perish this is Regular Show. It’s pretty bad for it ending soon and Cartoon Network scheduling the series finale on a MONDAY, out of all days! 

Originally posted by relatablepicturesofrigby

While Teen Titans Go is being shown everyday! 

Originally posted by keskronwolf

Another to add to this is they aren’t showing a lot of advertisement to them while the most poor shows gets promos. 

All I can say is that I’m disappointed on what Cartoon Network are doing to their highlighted shows. All I hope for We Bare Bears doesn’t suffer. Now I have to hold my temptation of watching the recent Stevenbomb for four weeks and it’s really hard to control the urge.  

A Crime of Fashion ~ Nov 15, 1938 

On Nov. 9, 1938, Helen Hulick, 28, wore slacks during a court appearance to testify against two men. Her case was rescheduled and Hullick was asked by Judge Arthur S. Guerin to next time wear a dress.

Hulick was quoted in the Nov. 10, 1938, Los Angeles Times saying, “You tell the judge I will stand on my rights. If he orders me to change into a dress I won’t do it. I like slacks. They’re comfortable.”

After Hulick’s next court appearance, the Nov. 15, 1938, Los Angeles Times reported:

In a scathing denunciation of slacks – which he prosaically termed pants–as courtroom attire for women, Municipal Judge Arthur S. Guerin yesterday again forbade Helen Hulick, 28, kindergarten teacher, to testify as a witness while dressed in a green and orange leisure attire.

Miss Hulick, who Thursday was ordered to return to court in a dress, was called to testify by Dep. Dist. Atty. Russell Broker against two [men] accused of burglarizing her home.

After she was sworn in as a witness, Judge Guerin stopped the proceedings and declared:

“The last time you were in this court dressed as you are now and reclining on your neck on the back of your chair, you drew more attention from spectators, prisoners and court attaches than the legal business at hand. You were requested to return in garb acceptable to courtroom procedure.

“Today you come back dressed in pants and openly defying the court and its duties to conduct judicial proceedings in an orderly manner. It’s time a decision was reached on this matter and on the power the court has to maintain what it considers orderly conduct.

“The court hereby orders and directs you to return tomorrow in accepted dress. If you insist on wearing slacks again you will be prevented from testifying because that would hinder the administration of justice. But be prepared to be punished according to law for contempt of court.”

Slack-shrouded Miss Hulick was accompanied by Attorney William Katz, who carried four heavy volumes of citations to appear in whatever dress she chose.

“Listen,” said the young woman, “I’ve worn slacks since I was 15. I don’t own a dress except a formal. If he wants me to appear in a formal gown that’s okay with me.

“I’ll come back in slacks and if he puts me in jail I hope it will help to free women forever of anti-slackism.”

The next day Hulick showed up in slacks. Judge Guerin held her in contempt. Given a five-day sentence, Hulick was sent to jail.

via latimes.com

9-year-old reporter and fourth grader Hilde Lysiak – who was told that “9-year-old girls should be playing with dolls, not trying to be reporters” – has signed a four-book deal with a major publisher! The new “Hilde Cracks the Case” detective series will be aimed at newly independent readers and will release in fall 2017. Hilde, whose newspaper, Orange Street News, covers local news in her hometown of Selinsgrove, Pennsylvania and now boasts over 700 paying subscribers, is thrilled by the opportunity: “It’s amazing that after publishing my own newspaper I now get to work with Scholastic to write books that will be read by kids all around the world. I want kids who read these books to love reporting like I do.”

Hilde’s story drew national attention last fall when the intrepid young reporter was featured in publications like the Columbia Journalism Review. She even dealt with controversy in April: after breaking the news about a local murder, critics flooded her Facebook page with comments like “I am disgusted that this cute little girl thinks she’s a real journalist.” In response, the resolute Mighty Girl told her detractors, “I don’t think people should be able to decide for me who I should be and what I should be doing. I never began my newspaper so that people would think I was cute. I started the Orange Street News to give people the information they need to know.” And, she went on to challenge her critics, asserting: “If you want me to stop covering news, then you get off your computers and do something about the news. There, is that cute enough for you?”

"I want to be taken seriously,” she continued. “I’m sure other kids do, too. Grownups usually treat kids like they cannot do anything great. If adults don’t think we can do something, then it is hard for us to believe that we can. And then how will we have great things in this world?” Fortunately, the publishing world is clearly taking this talented Mighty Girl seriously. Each of the four books in her new series, which will be co-written with her father, Matthew Lysiak, will follow Hilde and her big sister Izzy as they investigate a news story in their hometown; each fictional story will be roughly based on a real story that Hilde covered for her paper.

Katie Carella, a senior editor with Scholastic, says she’s thrilled that Hilde has signed on for the series: “As soon as I spoke with Hilde, I just knew she’d be the perfect fit for Branches. Kids across the globe have reached out to her, inspired by her unflagging dedication to reporting the news. To quote Hilde: ‘You’re never too young to follow your dreams. If you take yourself seriously, other people will take you seriously, too.’”

Congratulations to Hilde on her book deal! We look forward to reading about your adventures! - A Mighty Girl

How It Happened || Jack

Jack masterpost found here

Word count - 1,682

Summary - The one with the fight for you.

Trigger Warning: attempted sexual assault (very minimal)

You and Jack were never actually dating. You were sure of your feelings for him and he was of his own, but both of you always found a way of skirting around the essential conversation. Maybe you were both afraid to put a label on it. Maybe you feared rejection. Maybe he feared commitment. Either way, you were both dancing on the line between friends and a little bit more.

Nights out weren’t exactly your thing. You only went because it meant spending time with Jack, not to mention the feeling you got when he stared at you not-so-discreetly in whatever party dress you were wearing. You couldn’t pass up on seeing that heart-eyed look you always got from him.

You and the boys were going from club to club, most of them getting drunker with each new place. By the time you got to your third club, half the boys couldn’t even stand up straight on the dance floor (but, what was new?). All night, you had been feeling a little off. While you were usually able to calm your anti-social nerves with booze and a bit of slow breathing, tonight you were struggling. More than once a stranger grabbed your ass without anyone noticing, and you were sure you had counted at least three men cat calling you as you walked from place to place. You were feeling more uncomfortable than usual, but you didn’t want to be the party pooper of the group.

So, you powered on.

After a while, you shouted to the boys that you were going to use the loo and they waved you off, too engrossed in their drinks or their girls to say much else. You laughed at their typical 20-something-year-old male behavior and pushed your way through the crowd to use the bathroom.

Once you got out, you felt like the crowd had somehow gotten bigger, or the club much smaller. As much as you wanted to be strong and stay there all night like the guys surely had planned, you were ready to go home- even if that meant leaving all of them there.

You had only taken a few steps when a hand grabbed your arm. “Well look at you sexy,” the guy smirked at you. “You might be the nicest piece of ass I’ve seen all night.” You tried to walk away, but the guy was not having it. “What, can’t you speak?” he asked. When you didn’t say anything, his smirk turned into a frown. “Aren’t you going to take my compliment?”

“It’s not a compliment to grab my arm and call me a nice piece of ass,” you suddenly snapped back.

Clearly that was not the right move, as the guy immediately pushed you up against the nearest wall. “You know, I do always like a fighter,” he muttered, his lips so close to yours. You turned your head, appalled by the alcohol on his breath and terrified at the situation you were in. How was no one intervening? You were right by the bathrooms. People had been walking past you this whole time, but no one stepped in. You were sure you were about to be assaulted right there in that club but everyone around you was taking shots and dancing to the music like you were invisible.

You felt his hand on your upper thigh, inching under your dress closer and closer to your panties. You tried to push him, squirm out of his grasp, but he was much stronger than you were. As a last resort, you opened your mouth to scream, but he covered it with his hand. “Might have to take you out back,” he grumbled.

“The hell you will!”

It was Jack who ripped the guy away from you. You thought that would be it, but Jack’s fist immediately connected with the guy’s jaw. He stumbled back a bit and took a swing at Jack who was hit hard in the nose. “Jack!” you shrieked. You attempted to take a step closer but he stuck his arm out to stop you.

“Don’t!” he ordered. “You’re gonna get hurt.”

“Not as bad as you will, mate,” the guy said, wiping some blood from his chin. “I don’t like it when guys like you come in like you’re all high and mighty and take girls away from me. I was about to fuck this one hard. Til she couldn’t walk. Til her throat was raw from screaming. What do you think about that, huh?”

Just like that, the last string seemed to break inside of Jack. He pushed the guy up against the wall and punched him again in the face. He kept punching and punching, only occasionally getting swung at by his opponent. The guy was clearly losing. “Don’t, touch, my, girlfriend!” Jack shouted in between punches.

“He’s gonna kill him,” you heard someone mutter behind you. And while that person was exaggerating, it was clear that Jack had no intention of stopping anytime soon. Not unless you stopped him.

“Jack,” you said, taking a courageous step up to him and laying a hand on his shoulder. He relaxed immediately and turned to face you. “Let’s go, okay? Leave him. He’s not worth it anymore.” Jack looked back at the guy who was now slumped up against the wall, then looked back at you and nodded.

The two of you got an Uber back to Jack’s place. As soon as you walked in, you took your heels off and headed into the kitchen. You got a washcloth and ran it under cold water, then looked for something in the freezer that would suffice as an ice pack. As soon as you grabbed a bag of ice that was in there, Jack put his hand on your arm causing you to jump away from him and drop the ice on the floor.

You took a shaky breath. “Sorry,” you said, laughing off how embarrassed you were. “Just a little off I guess.”

“(Y/N) are you alright?” he asked, helping you pick up the ice you had spilled.

“I’m fine,” you said, trying to keep your voice sounding firm. “Let’s take care of you, Mr. Fight-Starter.”

“He started a fight the minute he touched you,” Jack said defensively. You just smiled lightly, finished up what you were doing in the kitchen, then took his hand, making him walk with you to the couch where you both sat. You held his face in your hand and wiped the blood from his nose with the washcloth. It looked like he would be getting a black eye- if not two- but you didn’t think now was the best time to tell him that. “Is it broken?” he asked you, wincing as you touched his nose.

“I don’t think so,” you told him. “Ice it tonight and then if it’s still really bad tomorrow, we’ll take you in.”

You had filled a Ziploc bag of ice and cold water and held it out to Jack so he could hold it on his nose. Instead, Jack took the ice from you, put it on the table, and took your head in his hands. Within seconds, he pressed his lips to yours. You were breathless, so shocked at his actions that it took you a moment to kiss him back. But when you did, you could feel him smile as he pulled you closer to him and kissed you harder.

Quickly though, Jack winced back as your nose touched his. “Sorry,” you said immediately, pulling back and grabbing the ice again. “Here. You need this.” Jack was still smiling as he put the ice to his nose.

“Not exactly how I imagined this moment,” he chuckled.

“Me either,” you said, brushing some hair behind your ear with a flustered smile. You looked down at your hands and quickly noticed Jack’s; bruised and battered from a fight for you. You took his free hand in yours and brought it up to your lips, kissing his knuckles gently.

“Hey,” Jack whispered. You looked up at him, his hand still enclosed in yours. “I- I’m so sorry I let you go alone. I should’ve walked with you. I wasn’t thinking.”


“Let me finish,” he said calmly. “Seeing that guy and what he was trying to do to you, it scared me so much. Yeah, you’re my best friend, but that made me fully realize that you mean even more to me than that. You know I don’t usually fight like that, but something just came over me. I just,” he paused. He put the ice pack back on the table again and put his hand on your cheek.

“I don’t anyone to touch you. Not some creepy guy in a club and not some other guy you decide to call your boyfriend or a one night stand or whatever. The idea of you not being mine, of someone else except me being able to touch you, it makes me so mad. So when I stopped him from assaulting you, that was me, you know, doing the right thing. But when I couldn’t stop beating the shit out of him, that was me thinking of him or anyone else touching you in ways I should be.”

Jack took a deep breath and closed his eyes, casting his head down and pulling away from you a bit. “I love you,” you said to him. He looked up, his eyes a little brighter than they were before. When he didn’t say anything, you laid a hand on his cheek. “I love you,” you repeated, “so much.”

“I love you too,” he said with a small smile. “God, so much (Y/N).”

Until then, you and Jack were never really dating and you would never quite understand why it had to take a fight in a bar to bring you two together. And sure, there were a million other- probably better- ways you two could’ve confessed your feelings, but this was how it had happened.

You didn’t just cross the line into a little bit more. You jumped.

Good Girl Ch 33: Having Her and Missing Her

Jiyong’s POV

I stare at the ceiling for what feels like hours. We had gotten back three hours ago and it’s now four in the morning but still nothing. I know she took a shower and got in bed and spent forever on the phone speaking to each of her daddies, the monitor I secretly installed let me know that much. But since I felt like would be too creepy to put in an actual camera I’m only given so much information from audio alone. After my own shower and getting into bed I can’t get over the fact that my Jooyoung is here, in my house. I have her all to myself for the next two days and as much as I wish I could keep her forever, a weekend will do.

Suho had told me when I picked her up that she hasn’t slept alone for over three months and might get scared in the middle of the night. He gave me permission to hold her if she gets scared, even said she could share a bed with me as long as I don’t try any thing sneaky. I scoff at him, he gave me permission. I don’t need his fucking permission to touch her, to take her, to sleep with her. If I wanted to, I would take her and there would nothing they could do about it but lucky for them my beloved seems to think she’s in love with them, so I’ll let it pass until she realizes how much she loves me.

My mind is still reeling from the amazing night we had, from talking over dinner to riding all of those roller coasters a dozen times, hell, just being able to wrap my arm around her as we walked made this night amazing. The fucking detective though. How dare he bust in on my weekend with my beloved Jooyoung. Remembering the dirty things he said to her makes my blood boil, I could rip his head off. He’s been following me for years trying to find something to use against me in court but after coming up empty so many times he started getting bitter and a bit obsessive. I should have killed him a long time ago, maybe now is the time.

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of shuffling sheets over the monitor. I hear a gasp for air as she moves around more and more, I’m about to jump out of bed to see what’s wrong before she lets out a little whimper, “Oppa.” I’ve never been so turned on and concerned in my life at the sound of that one word. There is more shuffling followed by the soft click of a door being opened in closed. Quickly, I turn off the monitor and grab the book that I placed on my nightstand earlier. There is a soft knock on my door followed by opening a crack at first then opening a bit more to reveal her frightened little face.

“Oppa,” She whimpers once again. I set the book down and sit up straight in bed.

“Yes my love?” I let my secret nickname for her slip but I want nothing more than to comfort her right now.

She frowns at me, “Oppa, don’t say that, you’re crossing a line.” Her scolding is so cute and harmless, though I try to pretend that she’s scary.

“You come into my room at four in the morning in nothing but an over sized shirt and I’m crossing a line?” I raise my brow at her as my eyes scan her bare legs. She blushes before glancing down at the black t-shirt that could pass for a dress on her, it must belong to one of them.

“Daddy Luhan packed it for me, his smell always makes me feel better when I’m scared,” She admits meekly. I feel so disarmed by her cute shyness, I’ve only seen her this meek the one time she cried, on our first night out. She looks so small and scared, the need to protect her floods thru me more than usual. I understand now why those bastards always try to keep her like this.

“You’re scared?”

She nods, “I’m not used to sleeping alone.”

I nibble on my lip for a minute before patting the spot next to me on my massive bed that I’m laying in the middle of, “Come sleep with Oppa.”

She peeks at me threw her lashes before looking back down at her feet slightly shaking, “My daddies will get mad. I just need to stop being such a baby. I’m sorry for bothering you.”

“No, Jooyoung, get over here,” I demand, letting my gangster side peek out, but I’m not letting her go back to bed alone and scared. She obediently sat on the edge of my bed but continued to stare down at her hands nervously. I reach out and drag her closer so she’s less than a foot away, when I have her where I want her I gently push her down. “We have a fun day tomorrow, you need your rest, my love.”

“Can you stop calling me that?” She mumbles softly.

Even though hes words break my heart I give her a teasing smile, “It’s one of the more tame nicknames I have for you. Trust me, it’s the best option.”

“What are my other options?” She stares up at me.

“My princess, my angel, my lover.” Anything with my in it usually works, my world, my air, my sunshine, my everything. Mine.

“I guess my love will do. So possessive though,” She giggles.

“You have no idea,” I mumble under my breath as I sink deeper into bed.

She hesitantly climbs under the covers next to me and rolls over so her back is to me. I watch as she sneaks to the far side of the bed only to drag her back to the same spot as before.

“What is the point of sleeping here if you aren’t even laying close to me? You tell me all the time that I remind you of Jihyo, just imagine that I’m Jihyo.”

“Imagine that you’re Jihyo?” She echos.

I nod, “I can’t imagine that I could be much of a perv than her.”

Her perfect giggle rings out again, “I guess so.”

I switch off the light, plunging us into darkness, and lay down on my side so I’m still facing her. Even in the darkness I can feel her hesitance to relax next to me, so against my better judgment I reach out and wrap my arms around her and pull her into a tight hug. She is stiff in my embrace at first, but as I whisper in her ear she relaxes. “Just imagine I’m Jihyo or whoever you want me to be, whoever would comfort you best right now.”

“You are doing a good job of it right now, I don’t have to imagine it’s anyone else,” She mumbles against my chest.

I chuckle, “You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that.”


The clock on my bedside table tells me it’s noon. Even though I had stuff planned for today I don’t want to do any of it right now, I want nothing more than to lay in bed with my beautiful Jooyoung all day. But my phone has been lighting up for the last hour, messages from the boys asking me when I would be ready from them to come over t see their Jooyoung. They ended up coming over twenty minutes ago anyway, annoyed by my lack of response. Thankfully they haven’t tried barging in yet, I would kill them if they did and they know that. But my love has a habit of turning normally smart men into blind idiots who start a war for her.

Staring down at the angel in my arms I sigh, I brush her tangle of blond colored curls out of her face and pepper soft kisses all over her face. She doesn’t even stir, she’s such a deep sleeper. I decide to gently shake her, my hand pats softly on her cheek to wake her up sweetly.

“Come on my love, time to wake up. Those nasty boys will come and break down the door soon if I don’t get you out there,” I tease her.

“Five more minutes Oppa,” She whines cutely before burrowing herself deeper into my embrace. How the hell can I say no to her?

After twenty more minutes I shake her once again, “My love,” I call.

“I still think you need to change your nickname for me,” She mumbles into my side.

I hum in response, “I was thinking about that, how about my little lion?”

“Little lion?” She looks up at me with those perfect kitten like eyes.

“You are my brave little lion.”

She chuckles, “Good enough, though I didn’t mind being called Beautiful every time.”

“Hyung!” A blond man whines threw the door as he cracks it open.

“Out!” I growl.

“We should probably get up,” She sits up and rubs her eyes like a child.

“You should find some pants,” I tease as I climb out of bed and pull on the pair of sweat pants I left near the bed. She grumbles about not wanting to wear any before looking up at me with those eyes of hers’. I laugh at myself as I walking to my closet to find some for her. Though I tease her when I return with one of the pairs of sweat pants I have for her in my closet, I’m deeply satisfied knowing she will be wearing something of mine. I lead her out of my bedroom and down the hall to the three men waiting for us in the kitchen. They of course made themselves at home and were eating some kind of take out on my counter.

“That smells so good,” My Joo rushes to join them at the counter. The three men are sitting on the bar stools, now apparently completely focused on the food in front of them. I grab two more plates from one of the cabinets before placing both hands on my love’s hips and placing her on the counter. She stares at me for a moment, I hand her a plate filled with food from the Chinese take out boxes on the other counter. With a soft thank you she accepts it and I begin to get my own plate.

“So how was your first night away from your oppas?” Youngbae asks her, his curiosity and concern obvious in his voice. I get annoyed by the way her looks at her, like he should have reason to be concerned about her, I would never hurt her.

“It was fine, fun even. But I was a chicken last night so Oppa let me sleep next to him,” She answers in a small voice as she eats her food slowly.

“Wow Hyung, you didn’t try anything?” Seungri clicks his tongue at me. I know he’s only being this disobedient and mouthy because Jooyoung is here, he knows that I wouldn’t punish him with her near by. But the moment she is gone, that boy is dead.

“I would never make her do anything she wouldn’t want to do,” I glare at him.

“You really have tamed a mighty beast,” Daesung chuckles.

“Our Joo is a mighty girl,” Seungri and Daesung laugh. Out of the corner of his eye Youngbae watches me clench my fist. Our Joo. She’s mine.


Luhan’s POV

Friday night

“I call the phone first!” Kai says firmly when we decide to cave and call our baby. I want nothing more then to rip my bronze brother’s head off but I know my sweet baby would be upset with me for doing so. I just have to wait a little while, then it will be my turn.

Kai snatches the phone out of Suho’s hand before scrambling into the kitchen to talk to her. We sit there and wait, Chen has the stop watch in his hand, he’s glaring at it, willing it to go faster with no luck. Two minutes each. Only two minutes to tell her how much I already miss her. The house is so dark without her wandering around. I don’t even remember what my reason for living was before she came into my life like a ray of sunshine.

“How mad would she be if we killed him?” Xiumin wonders out loud.

“She’d be really upset,” Kris pouts from where he lays spread out on the living room floor.

“Do you think she’d leave us?” Baek asks.

“Her and Jihyo would run away to Paris,” Chen answers us.

I groan, “I want nothing more than to kill that girl. Who does she think she is? She can’t just run away with our baby.”

Suho chuckles, “She can afford it. Though it wouldn’t be hard to track them down, getting our baby to love us again after we slaughter her best friend won’t be. We will not be killing their of those two. They are two of the nine people we are not allowed to kill according to her.” The other seven are of course our dongseangs who we weren’t planning on killing anyway. That is unless they feel the need to touch our baby.

“I wonder if she had something good for dinner,” Soo wonders mindlessly.

“I’m worried she might get scared at night,” I voice my concern.

“I can’t believe you gave that bastard permission to touch her,” Baek grumbles with a glare in Suho’s direction.

The older returned the glare, “Would you rather have her laying in bed afraid all night?”

Baek huffs, “I would rather have her in my bed or at least in our home.”

“We all do,” Tao chimes in. “But we can’t do much when he’s more powerful and she wants to go.”

“More like she wants to run away,” Kai grumbles as he tosses the phone at Xiumin. Xiu is gone in a flash to figure out what Kai meant. We all look at him expectantly, “He gave her a room and a stuffed lion.”

“That makes you think she’s going to leave us for him?” Sehun is annoyed with the tan boy for making him worry.

“Not just that, you should have heard her on the phone. She sounds so happy. He took her to an amusement park and she bonded with his higher ups in a single night.”

I sigh, “I expect nothing less form our baby. She has a way with dangerous men.” We grumble in silence as the phone is passed around from person to person until we reach the last person, me. I quickly run into the kitchen and hold the phone to my ear, desperate to hear her sweet voice. “My baby,” I coo into the phone.

“Hi daddy Lu,” She mumble sleepily into the phone.

“My poor baby sounds so sleepy,” My heart aches for her.

“I’m almost ready for bed, I just need to brush my teeth than it’s off to dream land.”

“I hear you had quiet the day,” I feel the need to force a smile.

“It was really fun, but what about you daddy? What did you do today?”

“I worked, ate, and now I miss you, I’m worried I won’t be able to sleep without you here.”

She mumbles a soft apology, “I’m so sorry daddy, one more night and I will be jumping into your arms again.”

“I can’t wait.”

“How has work been?”

“Good, things have been good.”

“How about your other work?” She kind of whispers over the line and even though I should shut her down, I smile at her cuteness.

“That’s been pretty peaceful,” I kind of lie.

“I’m happy to hear that. I worry about you guys so much,” Her soft voice warms my soul.

“There is no reason to worry, we are figuring everything out. There was one little issue that we are solving with the help or your favorite oppa.”

“Don’t over work yourself or I’ll tell everyone that we have to skip your night because you need more rest,” She warns me.

I laugh at her threat, “Yes, yes, I will get some sleep, I think my time is up anyway. You have a good night. Are you wearing my shirt?”

“Yea,” She responds shyly.

“Good, know that I will be protecting you in your dreams.”

“So cheesy daddy.”

We laugh together, “I love you baby.”

“I love you too Daddy.”

I end the call with a broken heart. I’m going to kill that bastard for taking her away from us, for touching her heart, for making it so we can’t kill him without some sort of backlash. That bastard. I can’t believe we agreed to work with him and his minions. But we need to figure some stuff about this informant out still and we need each other to do it, we have not other options.

Chen was able to intercept one of the emails this new informant was sending out and it made all of our blood run cold. The whole email was about our precious baby. Her full name, birthday, family details, even a few things about Jihyo. As much as we hate sending her to Jiyong’s it needed to be done to give us time to kill whoever the fuck is sending this information and to figure out ways to protect Jihyo. Regardless of how we feel about that girl she is important to Joo so we don’t have an option.

“Hyung,” Chen calls to me. I join them back in the living room.

“We are going out tonight,” Kris announces.

We all look at him confused, “Out?”

The tall blonde nods, “Out. We haven’t been out in months and I know it won’t be as amazing as a night with our Joo is but we need to blow off some steam.” We all share a look, a silent debate on what kind of outing he could mean. He gives a dead stare, “Suits on gentlemen. We’re going to look for a rat.”