That following morning, you wake up with your head pounding. And then you start to notice how stiff your body feels. When you finally open your eyes, you realize you’re not in your bed. Matter of fact, you’re not even home.

You sit up in a panic, but quickly realize you were at Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and Jongho’s dorm— where everyone gathered last night to drink until they passed out. It slowly came back to you, but you were more focused on the fact that you had been passed out on the floor. Inches away from the couch.

Once you calm yourself down, you notice the jacket on your lap that you had been covered with. When you pick it up to inspect it, you realize it belonged to Jongho. It was the jacket he wore last night. You can’t help your fluttering heart, thinking about him being just as drunk as you but still going out of his way to be a gentleman.

But the sweet moment only lasted a second more before you heard a groan from the hallway. You tried your best to stand, Jongho’s jacket still in your arms as you stumbled trying to catch your balance.

Looking around the house, you cringed. It was a mess. And all the members of Ateez were also passed out in random places. Except Jongho, who was the one groaning in the hallway.

He clearly just came out of his room, probably struggling to stay upright. At least he got to his bed.

And then there were images of last night hitting you like a truck and flooding your mind all at once. When you met Jongho’s eyes from across the room, you froze.

“Jongho…” you say from where you sat on the couch next to him, both of you drunk and singing along to whatever songs were on. All the other members were playing in the kitchen.

You couldn’t even see straight, or talk without slurring your words.

He turns his head towards you, and you’re barely aware of how close you were. You smile and put your hand on his thigh.

“I want you to fuck me.”

As you watch his eyes widen, the moment was suddenly interrupted by Mingi’s loud voice, “Guys! Come play this next round with us!”

Before you could even think to speak, both Mingi and Yunho were pulling you guys to the kitchen. You almost immediately forgot about your confession since you were so drunk, and it seemed as if Jongho did too.

You shake your head, not wanting to remember anymore. You slap your hands over your face and rub your eyes, “Jesus Christ…”

“Headache?”

You lift your head in confusion. Did Jongho not remember? If he did, he definitely wouldn’t be talking so casually to you like this.

Clearing your throat, you drop his jacket to the floor so he wouldn’t see you had it, and nod, “U-uh… yeah.”

He hums and makes his way to the kitchen, with you slowly following. You lean against the counter and watch him pour a glass of water. He hands it to you.

With his arm outstretched, he looks at you with unwavering eyes. You silently confirm it in your head. There’s no way he remembers. He wouldn’t be that calm.

So you smile sweetly as always, taking it from him and trying to ignore the way your heart dropped to your stomach as your fingers brushed together, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

You look into the living room and look at the members’ sleeping faces while you sip on the water. It seemed like everyone collectively agreed to sleep on the floor.

Jongho started brewing coffee, “Do you want me to make you some?” He asked with his back turned to you, “It’ll help with the hangover.”

Honestly, you couldn’t even handle being alone with him right now. Well, as alone as you could be with an apartment full of unconscious men on the floor.

Coffee sounded amazing, but you needed to get out of here. You begin to quickly drink the rest of your water, a feeling of unbearable anxiousness in your chest.

When you finish, you place the glass down and go to the cabinet to grab a trash bag, “I’m gonna clean up and then go home, alright? I’ll get coffee on my way back.”

Reaching up to open the cabinet, you feel a warm hand on your lower back. It startled you, and your body went hot. You turn your head to see Jongho inches away from you, and you lock eyes again. You wanted to die. You couldn’t help the dark blush that spread across your face.

“I’ll make them clean up after themselves. I’m sure you’re tired, so you can just go home. I’ll walk you to your car.”

His hand drops from your back. You shiver.

“A-are you sure?” You ask.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.”

So you both put on your shoes and walk out the door. He gets the elevator for you, and it was dead silent. Even the walk through the parking lot. At times like these, you wished Jongho wasn’t a gentleman.

You stop by your car and turn to him awkwardly, “Um… thanks. Thank you,” you go to open the door, your anxiety still pounding in your chest. But then he speaks, halting your movements.

“Did you mean it?”

Your hand stays firm on the handle, your stomach suddenly in knots. You honestly feel dizzy, blood running cold as you hoped and prayed he didn’t mean what you think he meant.

“Mean wh-what?” You respond in a near whisper, unmoving. You couldn’t face him.

“What you said to me last night.”

You can’t breathe.

His tone isn’t angry, but it’s firm. You can tell he’s serious. When you’re quiet for a bit too long, Jongho’s hand slams against the car window. His palm flat against the glass as he traps you there, his chest brushing slightly against your back.

“I know you remember.”

You jump at the sudden movement, and then your body stiffens. You clench your jaw to hold in the gasp that almost threatened to come out, breathing heavy and unsteady. You could hear your heart in your ears.

You can feel him leaning in closer then, his breath ghosting your neck. He’s looking at you through the reflection on the window, and you’re looking back. His expression was unreadable. Blank.

“Did you mean it…” he spoke slowly, gaze unwavering, “When you said you wanted me to fuck you?”

The atmosphere was suffocating. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. It was as if your silence confirmed it, because he hummed and stepped away.

“Don’t worry,” his tone was casual now as he turned to leave, “I want you too.”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

“You’ve been a lot clingier with Jongho lately,” San says before he shoves a bite of food in his mouth. Next to him was Wooyoung, both sitting side by side across from you and Jongho in the booth of the restaurant they brought you to.

“He has!” Wooyoung perked up, as if he’d been thinking it at the moment as well.

You and Jongho were sitting a bit too close, him silent as his hand groped at your bare thigh under the table. You were trying your best to keep it together, joining in the conversation every once in a while or laughing to make everything seem normal.

When in reality, you were fucking soaked. The feeling of Jongho’s strong hand on your thigh made it extremely hard to focus. Why now, and here out of all places, has he decided to make a move?

It’s been over a week, nearly two, since the incident. And not once has Jongho acted any different, or made any sort of move. You had been restless, waiting for a sign. But you started to lose hope, and your insecurities took over.

You even questioned your sanity at one point. Did Jongho actually confess? Did you hear him wrong? Maybe he changed his mind.

It was torture, pretending everything was normal around him and everyone else. He never even gave you a lingering glance. So why now?

“H-have I?” You stuttered, laughing a bit too nervously as you fumbled with your chopsticks to take way too big of a bite so you wouldn’t have to talk.

You glanced over at Jongho, who had no expression on his face. As usual. And then his hand snaked further up your thigh, pushing up your shorts. You nearly choke.

Wooyoung narrowed his gaze, “And how come he lets you hang all over him? I thought you hated skinship!”

Jongho raised his head at that, now looking at the two.

“Why don’t you hit or push him away like you do us?” San added.

He blinked a few times, all while his hand was grabbing at your inner thigh. He made you spread your legs, pulling one close to him so your thighs were touching. You actually choke this time.

“Hey, you okay? Do you need the heimlich?” San asked like a worried mother, and Wooyoung pushed your drink towards you as you coughed violently, beating on your chest.

Jongho removed his hand from your thigh and started patting and rubbing your back, grabbing your drink for you and holding it as you sucked on the straw.

After you slightly recovered, you take the drink from Jongho, “Ah… thank you—“

Then suddenly, his thumbs are brushing against your cheeks to wipe your tears. When he looks into your eyes, his movements halt, and your chest feels hollow.

You felt something deep inside, entranced by his beautiful eyes. But the moment only lasted a second before he cleared his throat and looked away— burying his face in his food.

San and Wooyoung just watched in silence, with Wooyoung biting back a big shit eating grin.

The rest of the night was fine. Jongho didn’t touch you again, and he barely spoke to you… but it was fine. You were riding in the backseat with him, San driving and Wooyoung in the passenger seat. They were having their own conversation, and you just stared out the window.

You honestly felt depressed, and it would’ve been clear if the car wasn’t so dark. The only indication anyone had was your silence, which wasn’t exactly out of character for you. But you didn’t care right now.

It was upsetting, being teased, thinking you might finally get what you’ve been wanting, only to be ignored. You were frustrated, and tired.

And then, you felt Jongho lean in.

He brushed your hair behind your ear and whispered, his voice low and silky smooth, “When we get back, I want you in my bed immediately. Undressed.”

Your body ignited almost instantly, throbbing with the most intense desire you’ve ever felt. It was debilitating in the moment, making your head spin with the thoughts you’ve been trying to push down forever.

And then San pulled up to the dorm building, where Jongho, Wooyoung, and Hongjoong stayed. San was sleeping over, just like you were, so you all headed up to the apartment in mostly silence.

“Hongjoong won’t be home tonight, so he said you can sleep in his room,” Wooyoung said as he unlocked the front door, “We’re gonna hang out in the living room if you guys wanna join.”

You glanced over at Jongho and then back to the other boys, “Uh… I’m actually quite tired. And Hongjoong’s bed is comfy, so I’ll just go to sleep now,” you smile softly, “But I’ll make it up to you guys by cooking breakfast in the morning.”

You say your goodnights, and Jongho distracts them while you slip away to his room.

Being in Choi Jongho’s room made your heart flutter. He’d never let you in before. It smelled like him, and your body started getting hot. Skin prickling while you looked around.

Hesitantly, you began undressing. Removing one article of clothing at a time, slowly as your hands shook. You felt so insecure in the moment, wondering if Jongho would really like what he saw.

Once fully naked, with a slight chill to your skin despite being on fire with lust, you climb into his bed. Leaning your back against the headboard. Filled with the smell of him, you grip at the sheets. Just being naked in his bed made you unbelievably horny.

You could feel yourself dripping in anticipation. Your chest was heaving. One of your hands rested on your lower stomach, and you could hear the sound of laughter in the other room.

It was hard, your clit. Throbbing, even. Your legs spread, and your hand inched lower and lower. Until your fingers come in contact with your stiff length.

You moaned, “Jongho…” and let your fingers trail even lower to tease your dripping hole. You kept your eyes closed, whimpering while you imagined Jongho’s touch. And then they slipped inside, reaching as far as possible.

You were so wet, you could feel it dripping down to your ass. And you weren’t even worried about making a mess right now, pumping your fingers in and out your pussy. Filling the silent room with lewd noises.

“Fuck,” you whined, “J-Jong—“ you fucked yourself harder, curling your fingers and ramming into your g spot with a desperation that you’ve never felt before.

And then, the door clicked open. You almost didn’t hear, until it loudly closed.

You jumped, startled, and pulled your fingers out immediately. You close your legs and wrap your arms around your chest, snapping your neck towards the doorway. It was Jongho.

Your face flushed a deep red, and you opened your mouth to speak, before he interrupted you.

“Were you touching yourself?” He spoke, his soft voice ringing in your ears. But there was an obvious hint of dominance behind it. He locked the door, and let his jacket slide off his body and to the floor.

Your throat suddenly went dry, “I—“ you swallowed as you watched him undo his belt slowly.

“You want me that bad?” He sounded condescending, his eyebrows raising. Your eyes dart to the belt that thunked on the floor, and quickly back at him.

He smirked, walking closer, “What’s the matter, baby?”

Baby. Hearing that from him made you weak. Your body trembled, and your insides ached.

He climbed onto the bed, “Have you changed your mind?” Getting real close until his body hovered over yours.

You didn’t hesitate even a second to shake your head, chest heaving as your blood pumped violently in your veins, “N-no.”

“Then…” he grabbed onto your knees and pushed your legs apart forcefully, “Show me how you were touching yourself.”

When he forced your legs open, you couldn’t bite back the moan that escaped your throat. Desperate and whiny. Filled with pure lust. His strength made you gush with even more arousal.

He looked down, and you saw his eyes sparkle. One of his eyebrows twitched. He exhaled heavily, “God… you’re this wet for me?”

He licked his lips while your hand trailed down the front of your body to rest on your pelvis, “I can’t help it…” you spread your folds for him, your clit throbbing, “I need you so bad.”

You can see him clench his jaw, and his hands slide down to grip at your soft thighs, “You’re fucking soaked baby…” he pressed against you, making you feel his clothed erection. You were taken over by an intense heat, and you began touching yourself like he asked.

He smiled and lifted his shirt up over his head, pulling it off and exposing his soft, naked torso. You were almost drooling, fingers slipping inside your hole once again. He was so hot, and so close. You couldn’t take it.

“Kiss me. Please.”

He obliged, smirking before allowing your lips to meet. You moaned as soon as they did, melting into the softness of his. Your free hand going to touch his chest, while the other pumped faster.

The kiss was quick, sweet, and electrifying. You begin to whine in protest when he parts, almost opening your eyes, but Jongho drinks your voice as he kisses you again.

This time, slipping his tongue into your mouth. All the while, his hands were roaming your naked body. Feeling every inch, groping everything he could. You were so close, his clothed cock pressed against your soaking pussy, and the rough material against such a sensitive place made you even hornier.

You moan into the kiss, falling apart at the seams while you tasted him. You felt hollow, almost like you were floating. You couldn’t believe this was finally happening.

Your hand reaches up to cup his cheek, and you realize how long you’ve wanted this. How long you’ve needed this. You take out your fingers and start moving your hips against his, soaking through his jeans as you rubbed against him.

You deepen the kiss then, tilting your head ever so slightly to taste more. You can hear and feel his breath getting quicker by the second, his hands getting needier. Scratching lightly down your ribs, gripping at your hips, and coming back up to graze over your nipples.

And eventually, he was moving too. Your hips were in sync, parting your lips to take in air for only half seconds. You sucked on each other’s tongues, bit each other’s lips, moaned in each other’s mouths. It was pure bliss.

Your hands go to his shoulders, squeezing the muscles, and then he finally breaks the kiss. Your eyes open, your vision hazy, but you’re focused on the beautiful man above you. He’s panting. His lips still parted, eyes hooded and staring.

Still out of breath, he places hot wet kisses down your neck, snaking his arm under you when you arch your back.

“Fuck,” you roll your hips more, tangling your fingers in his hair.

He sucks and nibbles at the sensitive areas of skin, and stops by your ear, “Undo my jeans.”

Your breath caught in your throat, but you absolutely didn’t want to hesitate. He reattaches to your neck, eventually going for your throat to bite harder and leave darker marks.

Your shaky hands slide down the front of his body to his jeans, and you fumble with the button until you get it. And then you pull down the zipper.

You take a moment to feel everything. Jongho’s soft lips exploring your body, his nails digging into your waist, the waves of pleasure every time your chests touch. His scent is so thick, so strong. Nearly suffocating, in the most addictive way. And then you set him free.

His pants and boxers are pulled down to his thighs, and he hums in your ear. His actions pause as he maneuvers them all the way off, and you finally look at his fully naked body once he sits back on his knees.

“Jesus christ—“ you almost choke. His thick thighs looked even better uncovered, and my god his cock.

It was hard and pulsing, his flushed tip peeking out of his foreskin. He was above average in length, thick, and his balls were big and full.

He reached down to cup his balls and squeeze, “Is this what you want?”

You have never seen this side of Jongho before. The confidence was oozing off of him, and rightfully so. You spread your legs impossibly wider, your hard clit throbbing just like his dick.

“Please.”

Your voice was hoarse. You couldn’t stand another second without his cock. So he grabs you by the waist and pulls you down the bed, until your soaking pussy comes in contact with his length. His warmth radiated through your core, and hold onto his biceps.

“So fucking wet…” he sighs, grabbing his cock and rubbing against your clit. Poking your hole and then sliding through your folds again.

“Shit,” you swallow hard, “Please fuck me, Jongho. Please. I need you so fucking bad.”

He looks you in the eyes and wastes no time sliding his dick in, not even giving you a minute to adjust to the size. He seems to smirk at your expression, one mixed with pleasure and pain.

You gasp, arching your back as your eyes close. He hits your cervix, and you can feel his warm balls against your ass. Your nails claw into his biceps.

“Look at you…” he cooed, his right hand running down your body as the left grabbed your thigh and pushed your leg up, “That pussy opened up so good for me.”

His words made you throb around him, and you could hear his breath shake slightly. His self control was amazing… but there was no doubt he was just as pent up and horny. Just feeling how stiff he was inside you was proof enough.

You open your eyes, and you reach out to pull him in so you could kiss along his jaw. He moans, and you feel him pull out halfway— dragging along your walls. And then he slams back in, making you cry out a bit louder than you should have.

“J-Jongho!” You bury your face in his neck, whining into his soft skin as he continues to ram right into you with deep strokes. Ones that nearly take your breath away each time.

“You’re doing so good,” he says lowly as he looked down to watch the way your pussy swallowed him, “Just keep taking it like that, babyboy.”

“Oh my god—“ you gasp and cling to him tight, feeling your body start to tingle as the sound of him fucking you filled the room, “Fuck! Fuck me!”

You don’t even think about San and Wooyoung in the other room, how there’s no way they can’t hear you right now. Because Jongho’s dick felt way too good… and his moans were becoming more frequent. And they were right in your ear.

You could hear his labored breathing, his groans, his gasps. And then he sits up, manhandling you and pushing your knees up to your chest. The way he effortlessly maneuvers you has you even more breathless than before. He pulled his dick out of your tight hole, and he bends down until his mouth is on your pussy.

As pathetically easy as it was, you felt yourself getting close just from feeling his tongue press flat against your slit. You grip the sheets, “H-holy— Wait!” Your abdomen tightens and your thighs begin to shake even harder, “Fuck! You’re gonna make me cum Jongho!”

He huffs out a laugh against your pussy, and takes your clit into his mouth. Your hole is clenching desperately around nothing, and you swear you’re about to faint. His tongue swirls around the tip, and you’re done for.

“Cumming,” you hiss through your teeth, “Goddammit, I’m cumming!”

You cum harder than you ever have before right then, watching him suck you off. You scream his name along with a string of curses, seeing literal stars, and your eyes close on their own. Still not even down from your high, your chest heaving, you’re suddenly full again.

In the same piledriver position he’s so effortlessly keeping you trapped in, he’s forcing his cock back into your clenching hole. And he wastes no time at all fucking you deep.

You’re a whimpering mess, writhing under him as your hands outstretched to grope his chest and stomach.

“Fuck baby—“ he moans, pounding you senseless, “Pussy feels so fucking good.”

His noises were getting louder and more frequent, and it was like music to your ears. Each noise made your stomach twist and turn, and the world around you melted away as you begged for more.

“Keep going,” you gasp, “Don’t stop! You’re so deep… Fuck!”

You’re driving him crazy, and he’s gripping your thighs so hard that it’s sure to leave bruises.

And then you feel his strong hands flip you over. You let out a huff as your chest hit the mattress, stunned by the sudden change in position. He’s rubbing and squeezing your ass, admiring it.

“God you’re so sexy,” he spanks you, and you moan into the pillow as you grip the sheets. You can feel the tip of his cock poke your entrance again. You arch your back for him.

He shoves himself back into your soaking wet pussy, letting his pure primal need take over as he destroys you. One hand on your back, the other spreading your ass.

“Shit, I’m getting close—“ he nearly whines, throwing his head back as you start moving in time to match his thrusts.

Your body is numb and tingly, and your stomach filled with a deep pleasure that signaled you were about to cum too. Again.

Jongho is fucking you straight into the mattress, having no mercy on your pussy. He’s showcasing his strength, using you exactly the way he wants to. And it made you weak.

You couldn’t even speak, and then you were sucking him in with your orgasm. Your slutty cries were muffled by the pillow as your hole throbbed around his thick cock, feeling it wreck your entire being.

And then his thrusts lost their rhythm, “Ohh shit…” he chokes, “Just like that, baby, fuck. Cum on my cock!”

“C-cum inside me—“ you struggle through the overstimulation, “Ple-please… Please give me your cum.”

Your desperate voice echoes in the room, and he’s suddenly releasing deep inside of you with hard thrusts. His moans are guttural as he milks his cock with your pussy, ramming straight into your cervix each time.

He’s muttering your name, his voice is even breaking, “Shit! Ah— Fuck! Take my cum baby—“

His hot seed paints the inside of your walls, and all you can do is whimper into the pillow. You’re trembling and breathless, and he thrusts a few more tired, shallow times before slowly pulling out and gently lowering your ass back down.

You let out a deep breath as your body relaxes against the mattress, laid out and used before him. And you can feel his hands gently rubbing down your back. He’s still breathing hard, clearly trying to come down too.

“Jesus,” You sigh, feeling his cum start to drip out. He’s spreading your asscheeks and watching it ooze down to your clit. You’re still throbbing, but then you feel his warm mouth on your hole.

“Ah!” You gasp and your eyes roll back, having unexpected him to do something like that. He’s licking and sucking his own cum out of you, and from the sound of it— he’s enjoying every second. It’s so sensitive it almost hurts, but he’s gentle. Caressing your thighs to help soothe you.

“Relax baby…” he whispers, “Lemme clean up your mess.”

His tongue dips in and out of you, his soft lips kissing your clit on occasion. It feels so fucking good, you’re long gone.

When he’s done, he kisses your pussy a few more times, and gently helps you roll onto your back. You’re almost embarrassed to look him in the eye, but he catches you immediately in a passionate kiss.

You taste his cum and your pussy on his tongue, and you wrap your arms and legs around him tight. You kiss him with the rest of the energy you had left, whining and clinging to him as you savored the moment.

And then he breaks the kiss, his hand going to cup your cheek. Your faces are still inches apart, the eye contact almost freezing time. He looks beautiful. Exhausted, red faced, and glistening. So perfect.

Your hands are rested on his neck, thumb caressing his adams apple softly while your breaths mingled. The moment felt intimate, and even more so when he tucks your hair behind your ear.

“Do you regret it?” He asks, breathless with a hint of shyness in his voice.

You take advantage of the moment and flip your positions— pinning him down against the bed while you straddle his waist. There’s a smirk on your face as you lay your head down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and relaxing on top of him.

“The only thing I regret is not asking you to fuck me sooner.”

…

the house had been silent for the couple of hours that the boys had been out. y/n was asleep upstairs in his and bobby’s shared room, having fallen asleep out of boredom. of course, with bobby around, boredom shies away nine times out of ten, because at the moment he was tiptoeing in their room. he held his breath and giggle as he crept around y/n’s bed where he stood in front of y/n’s nightstand. he carefully pulled the drawer open, looking into the drawer before his eyes landed on a tattered notebook. his eyes lit up in curiosity, grabbing it from the drawer and turning to go to his side of the room.

however, bobby tripped over his own feet and fell to the floor. y/n awoke at the commotion, half-open eyes looking around the room before they landed on bobby. he sat up, about to ask what he was doing when he spotted the notebook in his hands. he was wide awake now, scrambling to remove the tangled covers from his body.

bobby got up with quickness, running out of the room while y/n became frustrated with the sheets curling around his body. giggles could be heard as bobby’s thundering footsteps flew down the steps and y/n soon was chasing after him.

“give it back!” they were in the living room now and the only thing between bobby and his escape to the kitchen was the couch and y/n on the other side of it.

“no,” bobby teased, waving the notebook about and faking in any direction to try and throw y/n off. y/n jumped forward, trying to lean over the couch to grab at bobby, but bobby took the opportunity and ran as his sweater slipped through y/n’s fingertips, laughter following his trail.

“bobby, i swear i will punch you in your trachea if you don’t give it back,” y/n threatened. when bobby’s laughter cut off abruptly, y/n smirked.

“scared you, didn’t i?” he questioned smugly as he rounded the corner.

bobby whimpered and y/n felt his heart stop when silver flashed in front of his face and aimed right at bobby’s head.

“that’s right, bitch. get on your knees or a bullet goes through his head,” the masked man barked. y/n stayed frozen, feeling nostalgia all over again. “i’m not going to say it again, get on your fucking knees or i’m killing this son-of-a-bitch.”

y/n flinched, coming back to reality. tears burned his shaking eyes and his palms started to sweat as he held his hands up, slowly dropping to his knees. y/n looked at bobby, making sure he was okay. the older was trembling, gripping his own hair as he crouched on the floor, head to his knees, and sitting on his heels as he refused to look up.

a taunting chuckle sounded, “look at them,” he had tapped bobby with his foot and watched as the man curled more into himself. y/n watched in budding anger, angry at the fact that once again, he was helpless. it wasn’t like last time when there were two guns, this time there was one. but there were also three people this time. y/n didn’t think bobby would be able to fight back, at least without getting hurt in the process. as he got lost in his head, anger showing on his face as he tried to think of his options, one of the men noticed y/n and started laughing. the others began laughing with him, finding amusement in y/n’s anger.

y/n’s head snapped to the side as he was slapped. “what are you looking so angry for? what are you going to do about it?” the man teased, grabbing his hair to turn his head back straight. “look at him guys,” he couldn’t stop laughing, tapping on y/n’s face.

y/n was grunting, becoming overwhelmed. each time a palm landed against his cheek, he could feel a rage climbing up his chest. it was too much, too similar to what had happened with yuta. it was when the guy turned toward him to continue berating him that y/n jumped on him, forcing him to the ground.

he raised his fist, bringing it down onto the man’s face. he saw flashes of the police officer he had killed months before; this was the first time he had been violent since. he couldn’t stop, finding and pulling the rage he felt from his life and holding it in the fists that continued to barrel toward the man’s body and face. his face was being scratched and clawed at in desperate attempts to stop, but he only continued hitting. it was only when his hits began to slow from exhaustion that the other two intruders snapped out of their daze. the one holding the gun rushed forward, using the hilt of the gun to smack against y/n’s head, effectively knocking him to the ground.

y/n’s rage didn’t stop there, however. when he gathered himself and stood up, he lunged toward the gunman, wrestling with him and when he finally got ahold of it, he cocked it and aimed. his finger was on the trigger in less than a second and just before he pulled, he was tackled to the side. the gun went off bobby let out a startled yell as the bullet whizzed far above him and through the window of the back door next to the kitchen sink. the bullet had nearly missed the man standing next to him.

y/n yelled out when his hair was harshly yanked backward, being dragged forward. he was thrust to the ground and two of them= men ganged up on him as they kicked and punched at his body. the man he’d just beaten paid no mercy as he landed hit after hit to y/n’s face, filled with his own rage.

bobby watched the heinous act, broken cries and pleas leaving his trembling lips as tears and snot slid down his face.

“stop boys,” the order was rough and bobby’s hiccupped cry broke the silence that followed. his eyes followed the voice, and found it was the man who had been standing next to him the whole time. he watched as the man bent down to grab the gun that had just gone off, before straightening and going back to square one. bobby internally cried out as the barrel of the gun burned against his cheek.

y/n flinched weakly as he was held up, forced to look at bobby. his body slumped against their hold and his bloodshot eyes rolled as he breathed heavily. “no, please,” he heaved, a mixture of blood and spit muffling his speech.

bobby’s eyes clenched shut when the gun was cocked and placed back against his cheek. dragged out grunts and moans left y/n’s bloodied lips as he weakly tried lunging forward, only to be held in place.

the gunman smirked at his struggle, looking y/n directly in the eyes. “say bye-bye,” and he pulled the trigger. everything went silent. y/n’s and bobby’s eyes were glued shut and their hearts were racing.

‘am i dead?’ bobby thought at one point.

“the hell are we playing, russian roulette? who loads a gun with one fucking bu—” y/n opened his eyes in time to see that the gun finally went off. but it wasn’t bobby that had fallen prey, it was the gunman. he had turned the gun toward himself, foolishly shaking and tapping it like it was a broken television remote. y/n never believed hitting something would make it work, but he thanked whatever god out there that it did this time—the bullet had lodged itself between the gunman’s eyes.

the two men holding y/n watched in bewilderment and shock as their partner’s head snapped back and his body dropped to the ground. they had loosened their grips on y/n at one point and his weak body had fallen in time with the gunman’s as he finally fell unconscious, but not before a small smirk fell upon his face.

“fuck! come on we have to go,” one of the men rushed, grabbing the fallen body of his partner.

the remaining man pointed in disbelief, “why the hell are you taking him? leave him,” he stuttered.

a glare was sent his way, “yeah, and have hwi slit my throat for leaving his brother behind? just take him to the truck and i’ll take care of these two. they haven’t seen our faces and one’s half-dead while the other’s scared shitless. who are they gonna tell?”

“fuck, whatever!”

bobby, who had still been shaking against the floor, felt a tap against his thigh. he slowly looked up, half-expecting the gun to be aimed at him again. instead, a hard punch landed on his temple and he was knocked out cold.

…

“i seriously can’t believe you’ve never seen titanic!” junhoe exasperated, walking backward as he placed himself in front of yunhyeong and chanwoo. the two men shrugged their shoulders, mumbling about how they weren’t ever interested in watching it. “but still, it’s a classic!” junhoe started becoming louder the closer they reached their home.

all of a sudden a sharp ‘sh’ sounded and they all froze in their tracks, eyes on jinhwan who had a finger to his lips. he had raised his arm, pistol in hand, and aimed as he slowly walked toward the back of the house. they observed, seeing the bullet-sized hole in the door window even with it swaying open. he motioned for them to wait as he tiptoed up the steps, heart racing at the trail of blood on them. he avoided every creaky spot he knew, peeking around the corner of the doorway. he moved further before he noticed something still in his peripheral. he swiftly turned, aiming the gun at whatever it was and he almost touched the trigger before he realized what he was seeing.

a sharp gasp left his mouth and he ran forward, yelling for the others to hurry in.

hanbin had been the first one to rush in, eyes widening at the bloody mess and bodies on the floor, “what the hell happened? y/n!” jinhwan had left y/n for hanbin to check on, bobby being the first he spotted. hanbin was crouched in the, much bigger, puddle of blood underneath y/n, tapping at his bruised cheeks and saying his name to try and wake him after checking for a pulse.

suddenly bobby shot into jinhwan’s arms, crying his name. “y/n, they kept hitting and hitting him and they wouldn’t stop! they wouldn’t—” bobby was calmed and soothed, jinhwan wiping his tears and assuring him they were okay.

“it’s just us here,” the others had returned from making sure the house was empty.

“you hear that bobby? it’s just us, so tell us what happened. can you do that?” he was still soothing the hyperventilating man. bobby swallowed thickly, looking as if it pained him to even try to recall what happened. “you said ‘they,’ who’s they?”

bobby shook his head, “i don’t know. they just came in and told us to get down or they’d shoot,” he stuttered his way through the memory, “y/n tried to fight back so they, they—” a horrified sob left his mouth, head shaking as he buried his head into jinhwan’s chest to try and get it out of his head.

jinhwan shushed him, not asking him to explain further. he looked at hanbin, “take him upstairs and wash him up. i’ll get bobby cleaned up and then bring you some medicine.” hanbin nodded at the order, cradling y/n’s limp body against his own and carrying him up the stairs. there was so much blood he almost slipped as he stood.

when he made it into the bathroom he crouched down, still holding y/n, and turned the tap on in the bathtub. he ran his fingers under the cold water before gently running them along y/n’s swollen face, trying to scope out where the blood was coming from. y/n didn’t even flinch underneath his touch; he was almost unrecognizable. he placed the plug soon after the water was at a good enough temperature before removing y/n’s clothes, leaving his underwear for privacy.

he ran his hand under the stream again, ignoring the water turning pink just from that, before he gently lowered y/n into the tub, keeping a hand on the back of his neck for support. the water immediately started to bloom in shades of pink and red as it soaked the dried blood caked on y/n’s battered skin. hanbin grimaced.

he grabbed a soft rag with his free hand and soaked it in the warm water before gently dabbing it on y/n’s face. as the blood began to clear away, hanbin could see that the cuts weren’t too bad, thankfully. most of the skin was just bruised and swollen.

hanbin set the rag down, grabbing the white bar of soap and dipping into the water before washing y/n’s chest and stomach. the waves of water from the faucet crashed along y/n’s skin, washing away the bloody soap. soon enough his skin was clean, albeit was no longer the (skincolor) shade it normally was. hanbin glanced at the skin, tracing his fingers ever so gently over the patches of bruises and he wondered just how much y/n had suffered. it was tender to the touch—his skin—and from the way it molded so easily with the slightest touch, hanbin knew the pain would be unbearable when he woke up… if he woke up.

it took him nearly half an hour to clean him, only able to do so well with one hand. he was afraid to let go of his head and leave it with no support. he’d waited for the water to drain completely before trying to pick him up. he did so with ease, surprisingly, and carried him to his own bedroom where a dry towel laid on the bed. he set him upon it, paying no mind to the water drenching his sheets, and pat his body dry.

after searching for an oversized t-shirt and dressing y/n in it, y/n let out a groan. “y/n,” hanbin startled, “can you hear me?”

y/n barely opened his eyes, feeling as though his eyelids had been tethered together. he tried to sit up, but weakly groaned when terrible pain shot through his body. “lie down, y/n,” hanbin soothed, gently covering him with his blanket.

y/n grunted, trying to speak, “b-bo—”

“bobby is okay. you’re both okay, we got you guys.” jinhwan entered the room, medicine tray in hand. y/n calmed at his words. jinhwan held a cup of water with a straw up to y/n’s mouth, the younger wrapping his lips around it and almost sighing in relief as the water coated his dry throat.

“why’s my hair wet?” y/n finally spoke. hanbin almost laughed—that was the first thing he says?

“i put you in the tub to clean off the blood, but i left your boxers on so that’s why they’re soaked. i figured you could change them when you woke up; give you some privacy.” hanbin missed y/n’s scrutinizing gaze, too busy applying ointment to his cuts.

...

y/n slowly limped down the stairs, gripping the railing as the pain in his side intensified. he passed the mirror in the hallway, not bothering to look—he’d happened to see himself earlier, his right eye was swollen shut, his left eyebrow nearly split open and barely held together by butterfly bandages, and half his face was discolored with hues of blue and yellow. there was even a small gash on his cheek, which thankfully only required a bit of alcohol, ointment, and a bandage.

he reach the living room, his presence becoming known to the fice other men. bobby was the first to see him, leaping off the couch to pull him into a gentle hug as his eyes watered. his sobs were eventually muffled by y/n’s shoulder, bobby never having been more thankful to feel a hand on his back.

“i’m so sorry for not doing anything,” he apologized, his voice breaking as he further nuzzled his face into y/n’s shirt.

y/n softly smiled, bringing his hand to pat bobby’s head. “it’s okay. we’re both fine now, that’s all that matters.” he comforted bobby, wanting him to know it wasn’t his fault. the whole time his eyes stayed glued to the floor, not wanting to look up and see the other’s reactions to his face, but it failed when bobby pulled away from the hug, reluctantly, to cradle y/n’s face. y/n winced at the touch on his face, the skin still tender.

“you look like shit,” to which y/n could only let out a painful laugh.

That following morning, you wake up with your head pounding. And then you start to notice how stiff your body feels. When you finally open your eyes, you realize you’re not in your bed. Matter of fact, you’re not even home.

You sit up in a panic, but quickly realize you were at Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and Jongho’s dorm— where everyone gathered last night to drink until they passed out. It slowly came back to you, but you were more focused on the fact that you had been passed out on the floor. Inches away from the couch.

Once you calm yourself down, you notice the jacket on your lap that you had been covered with. When you pick it up to inspect it, you realize it belonged to Jongho. It was the jacket he wore last night. You can’t help your fluttering heart, thinking about him being just as drunk as you but still going out of his way to be a gentleman.

But the sweet moment only lasted a second more before you heard a groan from the hallway. You tried your best to stand, Jongho’s jacket still in your arms as you stumbled trying to catch your balance.

Looking around the house, you cringed. It was a mess. And all the members of Ateez were also passed out in random places. Except Jongho, who was the one groaning in the hallway.

He clearly just came out of his room, probably struggling to stay upright. At least he got to his bed.

And then there were images of last night hitting you like a truck and flooding your mind all at once. When you met Jongho’s eyes from across the room, you froze.

“Jongho…” you say from where you sat on the couch next to him, both of you drunk and singing along to whatever songs were on. All the other members were playing in the kitchen.

You couldn’t even see straight, or talk without slurring your words.

He turns his head towards you, and you’re barely aware of how close you were. You smile and put your hand on his thigh.

“I want you to fuck me.”

As you watch his eyes widen, the moment was suddenly interrupted by Mingi’s loud voice, “Guys! Come play this next round with us!”

Before you could even think to speak, both Mingi and Yunho were pulling you guys to the kitchen. You almost immediately forgot about your confession since you were so drunk, and it seemed as if Jongho did too.

You shake your head, not wanting to remember anymore. You slap your hands over your face and rub your eyes, “Jesus Christ…”

“Headache?”

You lift your head in confusion. Did Jongho not remember? If he did, he definitely wouldn’t be talking so casually to you like this.

Clearing your throat, you drop his jacket to the floor so he wouldn’t see you had it, and nod, “U-uh… yeah.”

He hums and makes his way to the kitchen, with you slowly following. You lean against the counter and watch him pour a glass of water. He hands it to you.

With his arm outstretched, he looks at you with unwavering eyes. You silently confirm it in your head. There’s no way he remembers. He wouldn’t be that calm.

So you smile sweetly as always, taking it from him and trying to ignore the way your heart dropped to your stomach as your fingers brushed together, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

You look into the living room and look at the members’ sleeping faces while you sip on the water. It seemed like everyone collectively agreed to sleep on the floor.

Jongho started brewing coffee, “Do you want me to make you some?” He asked with his back turned to you, “It’ll help with the hangover.”

Honestly, you couldn’t even handle being alone with him right now. Well, as alone as you could be with an apartment full of unconscious men on the floor.

Coffee sounded amazing, but you needed to get out of here. You begin to quickly drink the rest of your water, a feeling of unbearable anxiousness in your chest.

When you finish, you place the glass down and go to the cabinet to grab a trash bag, “I’m gonna clean up and then go home, alright? I’ll get coffee on my way back.”

Reaching up to open the cabinet, you feel a warm hand on your lower back. It startled you, and your body went hot. You turn your head to see Jongho inches away from you, and you lock eyes again. You wanted to die. You couldn’t help the dark blush that spread across your face.

“I’ll make them clean up after themselves. I’m sure you’re tired, so you can just go home. I’ll walk you to your car.”

His hand drops from your back. You shiver.

“A-are you sure?” You ask.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.”

So you both put on your shoes and walk out the door. He gets the elevator for you, and it was dead silent. Even the walk through the parking lot. At times like these, you wished Jongho wasn’t a gentleman.

You stop by your car and turn to him awkwardly, “Um… thanks. Thank you,” you go to open the door, your anxiety still pounding in your chest. But then he speaks, halting your movements.

“Did you mean it?”

Your hand stays firm on the handle, your stomach suddenly in knots. You honestly feel dizzy, blood running cold as you hoped and prayed he didn’t mean what you think he meant.

“Mean wh-what?” You respond in a near whisper, unmoving. You couldn’t face him.

“What you said to me last night.”

You can’t breathe.

His tone isn’t angry, but it’s firm. You can tell he’s serious. When you’re quiet for a bit too long, Jongho’s hand slams against the car window. His palm flat against the glass as he traps you there, his chest brushing slightly against your back.

“I know you remember.”

You jump at the sudden movement, and then your body stiffens. You clench your jaw to hold in the gasp that almost threatened to come out, breathing heavy and unsteady. You could hear your heart in your ears.

You can feel him leaning in closer then, his breath ghosting your neck. He’s looking at you through the reflection on the window, and you’re looking back. His expression was unreadable. Blank.

“Did you mean it…” he spoke slowly, gaze unwavering, “When you said you wanted me to fuck you?”

y/n clenched his jaw, dull eyes meeting humored. “you’ve got the wrong person, it’s not me.”

the officer cackled, “is that so? who’s the one with blood on their hands and cuffs on their wrists in the backseat of a squad car?” his eyebrows rose as he further taunted y/n, “you! and that’s good enough for me.”

y/n shook his head, hands pulling at the front of his hair in frustration.

“say, what’s your name? how old are you, you look pretty young for what you just did?” the officer continued to speak, further irritating the boy.

“you knew my name when they called you to chase me through an entire neighborhood, didn’t you?” he spat, rolling his eyes at the officer’s nth attempt at getting a confession out of him.

“no, they didn’t tell me. all i knew was you fit the description of the suspect. besides, you got yourself trapped—who starts a police chase when they’re on foot and in three inches of snow?” the officer taunted, fear seeming to be nonexistent with the bars separating him and the killer in his backseat.

“whatever you think you know is all you’re going to get. you won’t have any effect on my trial or sentencing,” y/n retorted.

the officer smirked before looking through the rear view mirror again, “someone doesn’t know how the law or news works, apparently. are you stupid? maybe you just lost some brain cells when you were back there committing crimes,” he laughed, “once you go in the courtroom, those little reporters in the back with their flashy cameras and all, will report every single word they hear to their journals, stations, broadcasting systems, anything you can think of—your name included.” he rambled, failing to prove his point, honestly.

“so, i’ll ask again, what is your name?”

y/n scoffed, still staring out the window, “y/n,” he enunciated.

“you’re not from korea, are you? you don’t look like it, come on! everyone knows if you commit a crime, do it in your own country!” he taunted, as if they weren’t on their way to a police station. “don’t you know how much paperwork i’ll have to fill out?” he complained.

y/n’s face went rigid, annoyance clear on his features, “do you ever stop talking?”

this seemed to strike a nerve in the officer, his eyebrow twitching and lip curling. “hey! i’ve got the authority here, not you! you’re nothing but foreign scum. what are you, anyway?”

y//n glared at him through the mirror, muttering a curse in his mother tongue. the officer held eye contact with him and y/n would’ve held the gaze if he hadn’t caught a glimpse of something in his peripheral vision. his head turned quickly, eyes widening and a shouted warning leaving his lips as a person stood in the path of the oncoming vehicle, “watch out!”

—

smoke and iron. that’s what y/n smelled before his sight cleared—dark gray, puffed clouds blending into the pale sky and a deep red soaking into the bright white snow that caked the ground around him. a dirty hand was brought to his forehead, blood pooling at its fingertips and eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

in his confusion, he peered around him, noticing the car had been flipped and his seatbelt not serving its purpose as it had snapped from the force of the crash. he was flipped awkwardly—he felt like he was upright but when he forced his way out the car, all of a sudden his body hurled toward the ground, snow molding around his body at the impact.

a loud groan left his throat, startled by the unexpected force. his fists were caked with snow as he grabbed at the ground to push himself up, when all of a sudden a searing pain struck his shoulder, body crookedly thudding against the snow in an attempt to alleviate the pressure on the appendage. y/n whimpered, rolling over to face the sky as he cradled his aching arm. he lie in the cold, watching his panting breaths fade into the still air, seeming to make an effort to form clouds in the empty, pale sky. as he stared up, everything went silent around him—he could no longer hear the buffering engine of the flipped car, his own breaths and heartbeat—and he didn’t hear the groaning from the officer.

he began to drift off, once again being enticed by the solemnity of complete and utter darkness, when his entire body shook and a heavy pressure formed on his abdomen. with an uncontrolled roll of his eyes, he looked down to see what had interrupted his potential final moment—and what he saw was not anything he would ever expect. the police officer had become even more emaciated than before and dark, torn skin seemed to have taken over the once sun-damaged, warm tone he had just before the accident. y/n’s hands shot up, linked together by cuffs, baring in front of the officer.

y/n didn’t know why he shouted out ‘officer’, maybe he had some sliver of hope that the thought in the back of his head wasn’t real or maybe it was just instinct—but when he did shout, the officer became enraged, snapping his teeth forward and trying to bite at y/n. terrified noises left y/n’s mouth as he struggled to get the police officer off, his body being forced deeper into the snow, adrenaline masking the pain in his arm. he was wide awake now.

after seconds of defeated struggling, y/n came to an advantage when the chain of the cuffs, albeit short, lodged between the open mouth of the officer. it terrified y/n, because aren’t you supposed to not get bitten by…zombies? what happens if his hand gets scraped by a tooth? he felt silly—zombies aren’t real! but if pretending that that was what he was fighting would keep him alive, so be it.

none of the worries seemed to matter when y/n pushed with all the force he had, shoving the officer across from him, and stumbling to his feet to run. the officer fell back from the shove, the impact seeming to have no great effect as he got right back up and started to chase y/n. the officer wasn’t running but almost…speed walking, y/n noticed and it fueled his fantasy-like suspicions because just hours before, the man had chased y/n to no end in order to take him into custody. a single car crash wouldn’t cause this much change in appearance to the officer, would it?

as the boy scrambled away, breaths clouding in the air as he struggled to speed up, body in a great deal of pain, the officer had, unfortunately, ended up catching up to him and grabbing a hold of his ankle. y/n cried out and his body hit the snow once again, landing roughly on his hands and knees. he scrambled forward, heart rate jumping as he could feel the officer at his toes. he cried out when the officer grabbed at his calf, falling flat into the snow in a panic.

his hands searched the ground around him, skimming over a large rock. “please let this work,” he whispered to himself, turning around and waiting for the officer to get more above him before he kicked at his chest, sending him backwards. he quickly grabbed the rock, stumbling from the numbness in his arm, before mounting the officer’s fallen body, dropping the rock onto his head.

he entered a trance, everything around him fading into silence as he repeatedly picked the rock up and dropped it. up. down. up. down. decayed blood splattered on his face, skin flushed from the cold and seeming to give way to the rust-shaded droplets decorating his skin. as he continued to “kill” the officer, he felt a sense of deja vu, flashes of what happened a few hours ago syncing to what he was doing now—wielded arms slamming down and the look of determination overshadowing fear.

it took some time before y/n realized the body wasn’t moving anymore, the rock just slamming into red slush and harsh breaths leaving his chest. when he finally did stop, he couldn’t help but tear up, being reminded of what got him into this predicament. he sat for a moment longer, catching his breath and searching for the keys to the handcuffs still wrapped around his wrist.

when he’d found them, he removed the cuffs immediately, rubbing his sore wrists in relief, when all of a sudden, a rustling was heard in the forestry nearby. his head snapped up and he looked around, breath catching in his throat as he made eye contact with another zombie. he stumbled to his feet, making a run for it. he had no clue where he was running, he just wanted to get away to somewhere more open. and it seems he found what he had hoped for because just some hundred feet in front of him was the sturdy wooden fence of a house. he pushed himself up the hill, dodging the other zombies he’d almost run into along the way and finally made it to the fence.

he thought he was fast enough in getting to the top of the fence, but was proved wrong when something grabbed ahold of his ankle, trying to pull him back down. he panicked, kicking his leg irrationally, before he was let go and he fell over the top of the fence and onto his back.

he panted, face scrunching in pain as his shoulder and wrists ached and his lungs felt like they were on fire. he looked up, immediately closing his eyes to block the brightness from the clear, white sky. he lied there for what seemed like minutes, when his sight was no longer red but dark. his eyebrows furrowed and he opened his eyes, sputtering in shock.

the cold steel barrel of a hand gun was pointed between his eyes. he opened his mouth and let out a chorus of ‘wait’s’ when the butt of the gun was smacked against his nose, knocking him out cold.

...

screams pierce through the still air. they’re so loud, y/n’s head is pounding and his ears are ringing. he wants it to stop—wants to cover his ears, but he can’t move. the pounding in his head starts to beat faster and he can’t tell if it’s because of the screams or an echo of his accelerating heartbeat.

then all of a sudden everything goes quiet, he can hear his own breathing. it was too quiet, he felt like he should be holding his breath; so he did. after a few seconds of complete and utter silence, a voice sounded. his voice. he looked around, seeing nothing but darkness as the voice echoed. nothing. he looked once more when he could see a pair of eyes staring at him. he froze, tearing up and throat closing. he opened his mouth to speak, a cold sensation running throughout his body as he tried to step toward him.

“please,” y/n whispered out, “please don’t leave me alone.” his voice was so brittle, it seemed as if he tried to speak any louder, his voice would break and turn silent, matching the deep and darkness of the room.

he watched as the pair of eyes moved forward to reveal a slim face and body. his. it felt so real to him, especially when he moved forward to caress his cheek—but that was what emphasized y/n’s reality. he couldn’t walk…not anymore.

“i’ll come back to you.” even though y/n knew it wasn’t real, he couldn’t help but be calmed by his words. he could taste the salt from his tears, quivering lips forcing the tears to fall into the void that surrounded his feet.

“don’t worry, my y/n,” nothing but endearment coated the back of his throat, words coming out wrapped in cotton, flowing so smoothly through y/n’s ears the boy believed everything to be one long dream—good and bad.

he leaned down to y/n’s height, only an inch or so, and cupped his cheeks, thumbing the frays of hair from his cheeks. they closed their eyes, y/n feeling a kiss against his forehead—it felt like home, something he hadn’t felt in quite some time. not since he left.

he kept his eyes closed, feeling like all of his sense were drowned out as he savored the feel of him, absentmindedly leaning into the welcoming touch. he felt his body lighten as he fell into his embrace, hefty tears rolling down his cheeks.

plink.

plink.

plink.

he pulled his head back.

plink.

his hands no longer had their tender embrace on y/n’s face.

plink.

y/n’s eyelids fluttered open, lashes clumping together for only a moment as if they were trying to warn him of the ending of his fantasy. yet they prevailed not, for when they lost their grip on one another, it was as if they’d never opened—black was all around him once again.

yet it wasn’t silent. there was something that was sounding, although it was muffled. it was getting closer as y/n strained his ears to try and make out the unintelligible noises.

“wh…pened?” what happened?

y/n ran forward, hoping for someone to get him out of this nightmare, to wake him up so he could get back to him. and as his steps echoed into the void, the voices got louder and clearer.

“are you sure you didn’t kill him?” the voice spoke out. it was raspy and taut, albeit light. nervousness seemed to plague the person’s tone, words stained with worry—for whom, it was unknown.

“you see him breathing don’t you?” there was a second voice; higher and soft—more assertive than the raspy voice, surprisingly.

“can’t blame me! for such a small body, you have a lot of strength.” the first person had responded, obviously used to the sarcastic intonation of the second as his voice held little of the nervousness from earlier, replaced by a more sassier tone.

but it seemed as though the second wasn’t particularly in the mood to keep up with the bickering tone; the mood of the room shifting, even y/n could feel it, “when you have others to look out for, you learn to not take any chances when it comes to safety.”

a silence so long followed the change in mood that y/n almost thought he was back to the void.

“hyung, i think he’s awake.” the raspy tone cut through the air like a dull knife to bread; his beckon crumbling y/n’s confidence in his surroundings.

y/n’s eyes moved frantically beneath the skin, trying to force himself physically awake. after a few moments his eyes opened, nearly startling the two people with his lack of waking. his eyebrows tightened as he squinted, irises dilating to become accustomed to the difference in light.

he swallowed thickly as he tried to move his arms, still in a haze. he moved his head to see why he couldn’t move when a splitting pain struck his head and nose. “ah,” he groaned, head bouncing back against the chair in searing pain.

“hey, hey, hey! look at me,” the man insisted, the barrel of his gun once again pointed in y/n’s face, “stop moving around.” his voice still held authority, not being caught off guard by y/n’s actions.

y/n swallowed, nodding his head. “what do you want with me?”

“why were you in the back of a cop car?” the shorter countered, ignoring y/n’s question.

“i asked first,” y/n tried, head rolling as he tried to alleviate the splitting headache he had.

a short chuckle sounded, y/n and the shorter looking at the culprit. “sorry, he’s funny.”

the shorter rolled his eyes, “go outside, bobby.” he clenched his jaw, realizing his mistake. “go keep guard.”

y/n observed the two as bobby sucked his teeth, giving a playful salute before walking outside the house. judging by the shorter’s tightened jaw and ‘bobby’s’ lack of seriousness, he could tell the shorter didn’t have as much control with his authority as he’d like.

the man tucked away his gun into the waistband of his pants. “who are you?”

y/n remained silent, holding eye contact with the man before it was broken. he shivered under his gaze, the gunman’s brutal eyes tracing along his body. he missed the lingering stare at his shoulder.

he clasped his hands behind his back, nodding his head and sucking his teeth, “okay, you wanna play dumb, is that it?” he slowly walked toward y/n and when he was close enough, he reached forward and placed a hand on his injured shoulder, digging his thumb into the wound. y/n grunted as waves of pain burned at the joint and skin, pushing himself further into the seat to try and get away from the pain, to no avail.

“i’ll ask one more time,” the man smirked.

y/n winced, stuttering his name to his captor, “y/n.”