Better me, than you {Ateez x Reader}
Ateez x Reader ~~~ "Found anything?" Hongjoong's voice fills the air, leaning against the doorframe as he watches you rifle through the drawers, hoping to find something but coming up empty-handed. You shake your head in denial, shutting the drawer as your eyes find the framed-photo on the nightstand between the single beds once again.
"I wonder if they made it," you murmur staring at the two grinning kids, heart-aching at the thought of them being dead or on their own. "It could be possible but with how everything is and the current situation it isn't likely," he says as he gestures for you to follow him, and you do but slowly, wishing you could've helped the kids.
The two of you find Yunho and Yeosang bickering in the kitchen, the dust causing your nose to itch slightly, reminding you of your allergies. "What is the problem?" Hongjoong asks, voice cutting through their conversation, arms folding over his chest as he looks between the two questioningly.
"We haven't found anything, and Yunho is suggesting that we go to the house next door, the one that is bound to have undead inside," Yeosang replies, words having a bit of bite to them as he casts said male a look.
"We need supplies, Yeosang, we're running very low on them," Yunho snips, and Hongjoong sighs, quieting both men before they start bickering again. "You can send me," you suggest, just as the others join you four, and all four of them look at you like you have grown an extra head.
"Y/N," Hongjoong says, and you raise a brow in question, wondering what is wrong with the suggestion while Yunho gives the others a rundown of what you guys are talking about.
"What? Someone has to go in," you murmur, frowning at the blonde-haired male, while the others just watch.
"That doesn't mean it has to be you," Jongho pipes up, voice swimming with an emotion you cannot decipher, and you cast a look at the male; nearly flushing at the look in his eyes.
"One of us can do it," Yunho states and you groan, running a hand over your face as you meet his eyes.
"I want to do it, I don't wanna sit around and worry," you tell him, silence answers you and you somehow feel that you shouldn't have said that.
"And you want us to stay behind and worry?" Seonghwa asks, moving past the others, so that he now stands in front of you; and you huff not sure on what to say.
"Better me, than you."
