Seventeen Maknae Novels & Stories

“Oh, let her be. Naiomi just had her heart broken and wanted to take refuge under her big brother’s wing. Don’t you think that’s adorable?” The comment caught my attention. A teenage heartbreak? It felt oddly relatable. “Not to pry, but… how old is Naiomi?” I asked, curious. “She’s seventeen,” Sebastian said, leaning back in his chair. “Much younger than us, obviously. But we’re close. She comes here whenever she’s upset.” “What kind of things upset her?” I pressed gently, smiling as I imagined a teenage girl storming in to vent her frustrations. “Stuff like Mom scolding her for skipping chores or Dad refusing to hand over extra cash—”

she quickly said to Aling Wenky, cutting off Rowena mid-sentence and making Mang Gener and the others turn to her in surprise. “What? You’re already 18?” Rowena asked with a furrowed brow, then turned to Andrei. “But I thought your god-sister was still a minor? Isn’t she only sixteen? That’s what Makoy told me.” Andrei’s throat moved slightly, but he stayed silent, his eyes fixed on her seriously. She decided she would explain to him later—what mattered now was getting her name on that list, because she truly wanted to join.

The house had never been quieter and yet never fuller. Elena had just turned seventeen, Leo was twelve, and Mae had recently celebrated her eleventh birthday with another explosion of color and creativity. Time had accelerated in ways Anya both cherished and mourned. Mornings that once rang with the thunder of small feet now carried the deeper tones of teenage music from Elena’s room, Leo’s science podcasts playing at full volume, and Mae’s endless humming as she sketched at the kitchen table.

I avoided his eyes and just nodded. "One.. two... three!" I did different poses and finally, after one thousand hours! "I missed you, anak ko." his eyes teared up upon saying it. 'Anak ko' is a Tagalog word meaning 'my daughter". "C'mon, stop this drama dad. I missed you too!" I went to him and hugged him for a while. "Don't get your hopes high, I'm just joining an event but I'm not an official student yet!" I said. "Yet? So does that mean-"

Seven said "Thanks" Jerry smiled and used the headphones He closed his eyes at once and lean his head on Seven's shoulder "Guys let's stop" Frankie said and they turned back "This is unfair" Frankie pouted "You can lean on me too" Rocky said Seven shook his head "I can't believe this,,Now I think Frankie is the Maknae,," He said and scoffed "Hey,,,you wanna die young?" Frankie whispers and they laughed ****** BUSAN KOREA,,8:15PM**

My name Sue Sue 3, seventeen years old. "Next werewolf!" "My name Sue Sue 4, seventeen years old." "Next werewolf!" "My name Sue Sue 5, seventeen years old." "Next werewolf!" "My name Sue Sue 6, seventeen years old." "Next werewolf!" "My name Sue Sue 7, seventeen years old." "Next werewolf!" "My name Sue Sue 8, seventeen years old." "Next werewolf!" "My name Sue Sue 9, seventeen years old." "Next werewolf!"

Seventeen was supposed to be sweet. The cultural narrative sold to me was one of brightness and gold—a last rush of youth where you were supposed to be carefree, floating through plans with friends and late-night, cinematic memories. But my seventeen didn’t shine. It didn’t glow. Mine felt heavy. Mine felt older than I was, carrying a weight that belonged to a different decade. And the bulk of that weight came from the quiet, agonizing shift happening between me and Raymond.

Ana and Kenny are from the same pack, and we picked up Mak along the way. Makawee is my other roommate, and is off on a scouting mission. She is a little weird and awkward, and we love her for it. She doesn't look like a scout, she looks more like she would fit in behind a computer working on something brainy but cool. She can also move so silently that she sneaks up on me all of the time and loves to jump scare us. My wolf, Sel, loves it and never tips me off when Mak is making her sneak attacks. Mak has different colors in her hair every month, and is covered in piercings and tattoos. While Ana is beautiful in a feminine way, Mak has more of the dark alternative beauty that turns heads.

We stood there, fear and hope braided together, knowing the world would keep watching, judging, testing. But for now, I felt something rare. Not certainty. But safety in the choosing. And that at seventeen felt like everything.

I was startled at how bold she had gotten and I felt my heart swell with pride. "You heard me right, bitch. I have heard enough of you and your childish attitude. You think you rule the school? Honey, you are wrong but just as everyone expects, your overly immature mind can't take that kind of information." Makaila deadpan and Bethany gasped, so did her minions and I had to suppress the chuckle from escaping my lips at their priceless expression. But it looked like Makaila wasn't done.