Sannie = Dad

Sannie = dad

Choi San x Fem!Mom!Reader

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Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: After the lost of who was supposed to be your son's parental figure, the arriving of San into your life was like a gift sent from heaven.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Reader has a son, implied dead-husband, mentions of death, mentions of car crash, single-parenthood struggle, Reader was widowed.

A/N: This is in fact a product of some inspiration I gained after reading a story around 2 a.m, I was just about to sleep so this is anything but actually good.

Ever since your husband died on that fatal car crash five years ago it was always a worry in your mind how your, in that moment, unborn son would have to grow up without a father figure in his life. Taking it upon you to try and give him the full parental experience for the both of you, trying to follow some aspects your late husband wanted to imply in your son's life so he never would doubt the love he was receiving.

Still, doubt was the most recurrent feeling after happiness all along the way of raising your son as a single mother. Up fronting all those sleepless nights while he was a newborn all by yourself, with the occasional help of your ex-mother in law that lived near you at the time. Fatigue being your post-natal depression's best friend during those tough times were losing your loved one was still a very fresh wound in your heart.

The memories of finishing your pregnancy and raising your son without any idea of how to be the male figure that was absent in his life. But now, the bitter aftertaste of what could've been was no longer there as you recalled it to be.

Ever since you had met San at a collaboration his group was having with the fashion company you worked on he slowly took the responsibility of portraying the male figure in Haru's (your son) life out of your hands, involving himself in your life after becoming very fond of you during the weeks you two worked together and by that, each of you falling for the other, making himself a new recurrent person in Haru's life. Something you could never manage to put in words to tell San how grateful you were.

When Haru was two years old and a half you and San became official to the few people close to you after a year and so of going on secret dates and becoming recurrent for each other.

Now, your son was turning five, and the love he held for San was something always put a smile on your face without failing, the way he snuggled up to your boyfriend's side while watching a movie on your living room or when the two of you were still laying on bed, just as how your chest warmed every time San came home from work, kneeling to hold Haru in between his arms for long seconds, and how before he went off again the next day he never missed telling your son how much he loved him too, loving him as if he was his own. The boys never failing to make you feel grateful every time they played with their nephew, becoming by choice active members of both your lives.

For his fifth birthday you decided to bring him for the first time to an ATEEZ concert, a bit after San broke up the new of him being a singer after Haru asked him what he worked as, your son life becoming brighter the moment his brain realized his role model, San, is one of the singers of multiple of his favorite songs, all in his life now making sense, for example how San always managed to sing in the exact key most of the time, or how he always knew the lyrics, even to the new songs.

Sitting at front row the boys were performing less than three meters away from the both of you, your gaze falling on your child at your right, whose eyes were shining in admiration to what he was beholding, the lights and the fireworks and the whole show seeming way to out of a dream for his little and young mind, his eyes fixed on San and all his uncles as they put their heart and soul in their job.

"Are you enjoying it buddy?" You asked in his ear after removing one of the plugs he was wearing.

"Yes mamma, this is just so... so cool." His mouth agape, still processing everything happening on stage just as his eyes began to water.

"Baby what's going on? Why are you crying?" The worry you felt spoke for you, eyes wide as you looked for an answer to his tears. "Is it too much? You wanna leave?"

"No, no, mamma, it's just, I'm really happy, they are so cool and I love d- Sannie so much." His little voice said trying not to sob, small palms quickly finding his eyes to clean his tears. Making your eyes water too, oh, how grateful you were to San.

It wasn't until during the middle of one of his favourite songs, Wonderland, during the bridge, a.k.a his favorite part, he stood in his chair and made eye contact with 'uncle Woo' how happily smiled at him and subtly waved that San finally saw the two of you in the crowd as he sang his part.

"Hi daddy!" Your son exclaimed, gathering all the courage inside his little body to call him as how he had been wanting and actual while. Your shocked expression finding his overjoyed one as he jumped up and down on his chair as the chorus hit in again, right before your eyes locked with San's who was really close to tearing up after hearing perfectly fine his son's words.

During one of the ten minute breaks the two of you snuck to backstage with their manager's help, your son's running out of your hold as quick as he spots San drinking some water. "Daddy" he exclaimed once again, his small figure running up to San who quickly crouched to reach his height.

"Hi buddy." He muttered, arms hugging your son tightly as he lifted him, a cute moment you saw lovingly as you walked near enough to pass your thumb pad under San's eyes, cleaning the small happy tears that threatened to spill. "I love you so much." He couldn't help but say, leaving a kiss on the kid’s forehead, gaining a giggle from the child.

"I love you too, dad." His gigglish voice responded, the rest of the boys watching very fondly the scene. " Hi uncle Woo, hi uncle Hwa." He started as soon as he spotted his uncles behind San, starting to incline over to Wooyoung for him to hold him too. San happily lending Haru over before turning to you, hands placing on your hips.

"Are you okay with that?" He asked, a bit worried about what you thought to the whole dad thing.

"Of course I'm okay, you may not share blood with him but you are his dad, you put time, love, effort into raising him too, and I know what you are thinking, but don't you worry, believe when I tell you he would be very happy that someone as amazing as you are taking his place in his honor." You said, hands cupping his sweaty face as your child's laughs were heard from Hongjoong's hold.

"I love you." He happily said, leaning to your touch.

"We love you too."

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{5} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 2,515

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Short update for you guys, but I feel like it sets up the next chapter nicely!! Finally, we’ll be able to soon see the progression of some of the relationships OC will have with a few of the guys! I’m super excited, so I hope you’ll all look forward to it, too!! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

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The Night Does Not Belong to God

‘The whites of your eyes, turn black in the low light in turning divine.’

Synopsis: Mingi’s favorite pass time is watching your eyes roll… 

Warnings: soft!dom Mingi(if you squint), teasing, groping, unprotected sex, (wrap before you tap kids), pet names (baby, peaches, etc.), lmk if I forget anything <3

Word Count: 1.1k

Mingi loved a lot of things in this world. Singing, dancing, being a part of his band, and meeting all the people who support him being a few. Other things, well, weren’t so PG. 

He liked to tease you; after all, he was a menace on stage and in real life. He liked seeing you flustered, hot, and bothered. Mingi loved it when you got so worked up that you would stumble over your words, stutter, turn red and get so upset that you eventually gave up talking altogether. 

Just like now, he’s watching you through his glasses as he sat in his studio chair, working on a new song. He was chewing on the end of a pen, watching you like a hawk. You took the bait as always. You take a second glance, unsure if he was looking at you the first time. When your eyes met, you knew what he had in mind. But, his bandmates were sitting next to you; it was going to be a long afternoon and an even longer ride home. 

You clear your throat and go back to listening to the conversation that Wooyoung and San were having about what they were going to have for dinner. You were trying your hardest to be a part of the conversation but your distraction was drawing your attention back to him once again. Your eyes shift to him again, watching as he scoots to the edge of his chair, keeping his eyes on yours as he wiggled his hips. You try to keep your attention on your two friends but Mingi was making it incredibly difficult. You cross your legs and squeeze them together slightly, clearing your throat as San laughed at something Wooyoung had said. 

“I’ll be right back,” you announce, patting Woo on this leg and departing from the couch you were all sitting on. Woo and San didn’t pay any mind as you walked to the studio door, their conversation too enthralling to notice what was occurring in the room. You hurry down the corridor to the bathrooms where you close yourself into a stall, heaving a deep breath as you sit on the toilet. You just needed a few moments to compose yourself; hopefully, Mingi would stop and get back to work so you could go the rest of the afternoon without being bothered. 

But, as usual, Mingi didn’t know when to stop. 

You gather what little wits you had together and exited the stall. You fan your face and go to the sink, turning the water on. As you glance in the mirror, you notice a familiar figure leaning against the wall of the bathroom, making you whirl around, gasping, “Mingi! You can’t be in here!” He chuckles at you as he swoops a bag off the ground. “Come on. We’re going back to your place.” He held out his large palm to you. “But, what about-” you begin to protest but he sighs, “I’ll come back after I take you home.” he winked. “Besides, everyone is going to lunch.” 

The ride back to your apartment was quick, or at least felt faster than normal. Mingi kept you occupied by trying to grope you in the backseat, nibbling on your ear as he whispered dirty things that he wanted to do to you. He liked seeing your face turn red, seeing you get flustered when there were other people around only made him do it more. 

He basically shoved the door open as you unlocked it, making you gasp in surprise when he kicked it harshly closed. You didn’t have enough time to turn and look at him before he swooped you over his shoulder and swiftly tossed you onto the couch. You gasp in shock, “Mingi!” You bounce on the cushions as he towers over you. His nose skims your collarbone as his hands slide up your shirt, groping anything his large palm could get ahold of. He catches your whimper in his mouth, kissing you feverishly, “I’ve been dreaming of this moment all day, peaches.” He groans, teeth mashing yours as he basically consumes your lips. You shudder as he nibbles your neck, pulling your shirt up over your head. “Mingi-” you giggle as he attempts to tug your shirt over your head. “Slow down-” You try to say but his mouth is back on yours, kissing you as if you were his type of air. Mingi paws at you, moaning as he grinds against your thigh. You whimper at the feeling of his hard dick pressing into your flesh. “Fuck, babygirl.” he quick pulls your bra down so your breasts bounce free, and his other hand makes quick work of your pants. He does the bare minimum as he uses his forefinger to move your panties to the side. You whimper as he prods you, but alas, he is Mingi; and that means he is impatient. 

Mingi pushes the band of his sweatpants down and frees himself, the head of his member slapped into the inside of your thigh and he moans into your neck as he presses into you. You moan loudly, the lack of preparation made his sudden entrance sting. You dig your fingers into his biceps as he snaps his hips into yours, desperately chasing his release. You gasp into his mouth as his hips meet yours, jolting you so hard that your head bumps into the arm of the couch. He puts his hand between your head and the hard surface so you don’t get hurt and goes faster. 

Your eyes begin to roll into the back of your head as the familiar warmth of impending pleasure spreads through your groin. He moans, gripping your chin as he growls into your mouth, “Do it again. I wanna see those pretty eyes of yours roll into the back of your head for the rest of my life.” He grunts, feeling you squeeze him hard as you began to cum. “Mingi!” You cry out his name into your apartment, and he shifts his grip to above your head for balance as he fucks you even faster. “Fuck- Mingi!” You gasp, the wave of another orgasm quickly approaching. Mingi’s specialty; somehow making you cum repeatedly. It was his favorite pastime. “Fuck, y/n!” He moans your name into your neck as he slows down, snapping his hips one last time before stilling completely. You both lay there, arms wrapped around each other, catching your breath. 

The fog of sex finally clears after a few moments and you pat his arm, making him sit up to look into your eyes. “Did you mean it?” You ask, making him cock his head. “Hmm?” 

“When you said, forever? Did you mean it?” He grins, pecking you all over your face, “Of course, peaches. It’s my favorite way to unwind.” 

Sorry I made y'all wait so long heh... I've been very busy. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed <3 next poll coming soon!

this night together - chapter three (j.yh + s.mg)

chapter three: a want and a need

chapter summary: things get too intense too quick, but you're in safe hands as the wave takes you under.

warnings: smut, all the abo/omegaverse warnings, consent conversations, claiming references, so much breeding kink, pups pups pups, oral sex (f receiving), knotting, rough sex, hazy sex, dub con if you squint only they talked about it before, possessive sex, pet names, aftercare

pairings: alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader

genre: smut, a/b/o/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory

word count: 5.3K

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You don’t rest for long. 

It’s dark when your mind reconnects just enough for you to register that it’s still night. Both of them are close, and for a moment you think they’re sleeping, but at the way you roll in the bedding with a light whine, you know they’re up and watching over you. 

“Hold on,” Yunho soothes, “you’re stuck, just relax,” 

His words don’t make sense but you comply anyways at his soothing tone, and you feel him unwrap the sheets from around your legs and torso, freeing you from the tangled mess you’ve made. 

“You okay?” Mingi shifts to his side, searching for your face. 

A tight spike of pain connects like a punch to the gut and you sob softly, “No,” 

“That’s okay,” He murmurs, “I’m here,” 

His words are like a balm, and you shudder a sigh. You twist further into the sheets below, hissing at the way your stiff nipples drag against the fabric almost painfully and your core throbs again, “Mingi,” you manage. 

“Can I touch you?” He asks softly, his fingertips gentle on your spine, “Can I help?” 

You reach blindly for him, finding his other hand in the sheets and tug it forwards, pushing it between your thighs and trying to press his fingers in the right places, “I need you,” you beg him. 

Soft lips kiss your shoulder, “Mhm,” 

“Please,” 

He pushes your hand away, “Relax, I’ve got it,” 

Relax is a funny word, there’s almost zero chance you’d be able to relax feeling like this, but you widen your legs a little and let him take back the lead. The first circle of his fingers has you moaning already, digging your forehead into the pillows and choking, “I’m gonna fucking come,” 

“I barely touched you,” Mingi laughs softly. 

You shake your head, gripping the bedding in your shaking fists, “It doesn’t matter, I’m,” your hips buck into his hand, “fuck, I’m too sensitive,” 

“Then come,” He says, like it’s obvious. 

All it takes is two more circles of perfect pressure and you snap under his hands, moaning into the sheets and rocking your hips to keep the feeling going, pleasure running up and down your spine. 

“That’s it,” He murmurs, and then you feel his hands shifting to your hips. He’s moving you before you can register the change but before you know it he has you lying on your front and he’s pulling your hips up into a raised position, “do you still need a knot, beautiful?” 

You’ve never heard a better sentence in your life. 

You must make a noise, but your head is starting to get hazy so you barely register it, Mingi laughs again and then you’re moving. He drags you back gently to position you in the center of the mattress, lifts your hips high and widens your knees, and brushes his hands over your hips and the soft skin of your ass. 

“Look at you,” He hums, “presenting yourself,” 

You arch your back more deeply, responding to the pleased tone of your alpha’s voice, “Knot,” 

Fingers sweep over your wet folds until his palm cups your sex, “I know, omega,” 

You whimper softly. 

He doesn’t respond with words, or at least you don’t think he does, but a moment later his hand is gone and the head of his cock nudges your dripping entrance. You beg softly, pressing up with your hands and trying to shake your hair away, you want to twist back to look at him but you’re a mess. 

Hands brush back your hair and the weight of the bed shifts as Yunho comes to his knees in front of you. Mingi presses his thick cock inside, slowly at first and you can feel your body expanding to take every inch of him. You moan and pant, eyes filling with fresh tears at the sensation of being stretched so open, and then your eyes settle on Yunho. 

“Does that feel better, omega?” Yunho asks, easing himself into a comfortable position in front of you and cupping your cheek. 

“Mm,” You nod frantically, “I need more,” 

“I’ll give you more,” Mingi says, a smile in his voice, and he snaps his hips suddenly. 

You shudder and drop your head, focused on the sensation and pressing your eyes shut tight, “Harder, alpha,” 

He drives into you harder, and you keen, and finally you hear him curse behind you, “Fuck, you’re tight,” 

“God,” You choke. 

“A perfect, pretty little cocksleeve,” He sighs with a groan, pumping his hips harder, but despite the lewdness of his words his hands remain soft and reverent on your hips. 

“For you,” You nod, “for alpha,” 

You feel like your head is filling with water, like your ears are plugged full after a long day at the beach and you can’t quite shake it out. Their voices are getting hazier, your body getting hotter, every sensation doubled and tripled as your body takes you further and further down into the deepest part of your heat. Your mind is spinning with need, pulsating with desire, a singular biological need forming clearly in your mind. You forgot how much heat makes you want it, but the way you need overtakes your senses. 

“Please,” You hear your own voice echoing in your ears. 

Mingi says something, it’s not quite clear, all you can focus on is the sudden feeling of his hand slipping over your abdomen and the drag of his cockhead over your velvet sweet spot. 

You’re being lifted by your arms and you blink hard to clear your vision, Yunho shuffling closer to hold you up a bit and keep you still while Mingi fucks into you. You must be losing the ability to keep yourself steady, lost in sensation, but Yunho grounds you. 

“I got you,” He sighs as he holds you, “let Mingi take care of you,” 

Your walls clench tight around Mingi’s cock, and despite your bleary vision you realize quickly that Yunho’s cock is only inches away from your hand and left untouched. He’s only slightly stiff, not standing firm and tall and aching for you, but you want him suddenly in your mouth. You reach for him, taking him in your hand and pumping twice before he gently pulls your hand away. 

“No, no,” Yunho shakes his head, twining his fingers with yours and squeezing you tight, “I’m okay,” 

You whine softly, but Yunho squeezes your hand again. 

“You come for Mingi, baby,” Yunho soothes you, “let him fill you up,” 

Your brain ignites. 

“Shit,” Mingi curses, “I’m close,” 

“Yes, yes, yes,” You press your hips back, suddenly acutely aware of what that means.

Yunho holds your weight with ease, bracing you against his shoulder as Mingi’s thrusts start to get more frantic. 

“You need my knot, don’t you?” His voice is a little teasing, coaxing you closer to your own peak. 

“P-please,” 

“You need my cum,” He groans through gritted teeth. 

“Mingi!”

“Then take it,” He pants, his knot swelling suddenly inside you and locking him tightly in place, Mingi choking out a moan as he releases inside you. 

You beg again, and he pulls you away from Yunho and into his chest, collapsing down on the bedding and grinding his cock in deeper, the hand over your belly dipping low to rub your swollen, aching clit and bring you up and over your peak fast. His mouth is hot at your ear, “Perfect,” he murmurs with a growl, “the warmest, wettest cunt I’ve ever felt,” 

“Mingi, fuck,” You melt in his hands, your orgasm shuddering through you. 

“Good girl,” He croons, “that’s my good girl,” 

You feel yourself teetering on the edge of consciousness, even inside the ecstatic pleasure of your own release, barely understanding what you’re feeling - hands everywhere, a knot inside you, a hard cock pressed against your thigh, wet kisses all across your chest. Fingers brush along your belly, a tongue softly laps at your nipple, lips along your neck, a heavenly cloud of sensation. 

Someone’s talking, and you moan and nod in response, and you’re dizzy, hot, sweating and foggy. 

Mingi’s knot deflates, soft cock pulling out of you, pulling a desperate whine from your lips but suddenly you’re full again. On your back, tenderly held, a cock pumping inside you. Warm words at your ear but you can’t make it out through your fog, all you know is need. The want to be fucked, the want to be bred, the want to have nothing but knot over knot until you’re swollen and aching. Your heat takes your mind and plunges you deeper. 

A knot fills you, expands just right, your mind sparking with delicious satisfaction. 

The weight of the bed shifts and changes. 

You register kisses, and then sounds. The low hum of the bathroom light fixture, the fan above you. The creak of the floor as someone shifts, the aching yawn of the mattress and the man above you collapses lower with a contented sigh.

He’s shaking above you when you finally surface, his head dropped onto your chest and his warm breath passing over your skin again and again as he tries to come back down. His body is slick with sweat, black hair still damp from the shower. Your eyes trace over the contours of the taut muscles in his arms, and your mouth runs dry at the way his body trembles. 

“Yunho,” You brush your fingers through his hair, “hey,” 

He sighs, dropping a kiss to your sternum as he lifts his head, “Hey,” 

“You okay?” You ask him softly, your fingers tracing down the nape of his neck. 

“Mm,” He nods, a disconnected smile on his lips, “you?” 

You nod, blinking a little to further clear the fuzziness inside you, “Where’s Mingi?” 

“Right here,” Mingi murmurs and you start at the sudden interjection of his voice, craning your neck to find him. 

You twist in the sheets below you and see Mingi relaxing in the corner chair, towel still wrapped low around his hips, “Fuck,” You smile, “you scared me,” 

“Sorry,” He smiles with you, leaning forwards in his chair, “I didn’t mean to,” 

“What are you doing all the way over there?” You murmur. 

“This one wanted you all to himself,” Mingi throws a cheeky look at his best friend. 

You hope Yunho doesn’t notice the way you shiver at the words, and you’re about to open your mouth and brush the comment off, but Yunho gets there first. 

“So, what if I did?” 

“See?” Mingi nods at him, “But if you want me back in bed, all you have to do is ask,” 

The hand Yunho has on your waist tightens and your head snaps back to him, “Yun-” your words get caught in your throat as you feel his cock start to stiffen inside you again. 

His ears tint pink, but his eyes are still blown out and hungry, and his hips press into yours just a little bit more. 

“Oh,” You breathe, looking down at the place where your bodies connect, the soft swell of another knot starting at your entrance. 

“Shit,” He groans, his head dropping as his eyes rake over you. 

Your hips rock just a little and you whine softly, “Oh, fuck,” 

“By all means,” Mingi’s laughs, “pretend I’m not here,” 

“Mingi,” Yunho’s teeth set, “please, shut the fuck up,” 

All you get in return is another little chuckle from the chair in the corner. 

Heat flares up in your stomach, and you reach up for the man inside you, “Come down here,” 

He’s walking on a razor wire, you can feel it, a tense cord of control. He’s losing himself a little this time, his gaze possessive and hot, and you can feel every inch of your body responding even though the last knotting has your heat sated for the moment. Yunho registers your words and eases down above you, wrapping his arms around you and gathering you close. 

“Kiss me,” You murmur, keeping your voice even and calming. 

He nods, a little stiff as he shifts to find your mouth, pressing his closed lips to yours with trembling hesitation. He needs you to ask, you can feel it in every inch of him. 

“Shh,” You soothe him, shifting beneath him to draw him closer, hooking your legs over his hips, “it’s okay,” you murmur against his mouth. 

“I’m sorry,” He says, almost too quietly, “I just want you, I can’t stop wanting you,” 

Your inner omega preens, your mind suddenly spiraling at the fact that it’s him who needs. A moment ago you weren’t sure you could take any more, but his words and the hot throb of his length inside you have your body responding again before your mind can catch up. 

“Please,” You shudder a sigh into his mouth, “please, alpha, you have me,” 

His head drops down onto yours at your words and then he moves. He draws out of you quickly, snapping his hips back hard against yours and driving his cock in deep. Pleasure rockets up your spine, twisting your body below his and the sound that leaves your lips is nothing short of wanton. 

He takes your sounds and the muttered please on your lips as permission and in his eyes you see the moment he lets go. His hand tightens in your hair, he gets closer if at all possible, forcing your legs open wider and pressing you open for him. He fucks you this time with steady, firm strokes, no consideration for what you need for your orgasm, only for what he wants. Your nails dig into his back where you hold him, your muscles ache, your breath coming now in short staccatoed pants. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” He manages, his voice tight. 

You can’t say a word, your body a raw mix of pleasure and aching, delicious pain. 

“Pretty omega,” He kisses you hard, his mouth slipping off yours with a groan as he buries his face in your shoulder. 

You grip him closer, a bubble of inside you starting to build as he works you. 

“Mine to fuck,” He pants as he thrusts in again, “mine to fill.” 

Your mind spins. 

“To knot,” He shudders, and you feel his knot slip in and lock in place, much faster this time than before and you jerk beneath him at the sudden sensation. 

“Yes,” You mutter into his chest. 

Yunho grinds his hips into yours, releasing hot and hard inside you, and suddenly all you can think of is taking it all. Keeping it all. Your primal brain lights up with thoughts of what could be - your body round and perfect and theirs. Everyone would know who you belonged to, their hands spread wide over your growing belly, your alphas on either side of you and your child forever. 

“Y-Yunho,” You choke, and you feel him lift his head. 

He tries to shush you, but you’re desperate now, your own release a breath away if he’ll just stay right where he is and let you. 

“I-I need it,” You sob, rolling your hips as best you can in the pressed back position against his pelvis, every rock dragging your clit over him and bumping the head of his cock inside you into your softest places. 

“Alright, baby,” He sinks lower, shifting his hand under you to cup your ass and hold you against him. 

“I can’t,” You shudder, eyes locked closed as you focus on the image you need. Mingi behind you, hands cupping your breasts and softly flicking your pebbled nipples. Yunho’s head between your thighs, tongue flicking against your swollen bud, shifting up to kiss the soft swell of your stomach. 

“Baby,” He murmurs again, “look at me,” 

Your eyes snap open at his soft command. 

“There you are,” He smiles, squeezing your backside and urging you to keep rocking against him, “come on your alpha’s knot, pretty girl,” 

You whine as you grind against him, so, so impossibly close. 

“So good for me,” His hand slides up, coasting along your side, thumb stroking your abdomen, “for us,” 

You snap open beneath him with a stumbling cry, arching up and gripping onto whatever you can find, every inch of your body shaking and coming apart with disconnected pops. 

You don’t even realize you’ve fallen asleep until you feel Yunho shift above you and withdraw his now softened cock from your channel. A rush of wetness between your thighs registers distantly and you make a soft noise, twisting in the sheets and  towels.

New, warm hands lift you, and then suddenly every part of your body is warm. Cocooned in pleasant heat. Your hair is wet again, you hear the sound of water but it doesn’t register quite right, it’s not the steady stream of the shower like before. Trickles of water, something soft against your skin, washing over your arms and your chest, dipping between your thighs. 

“You got her?” Yunho asks softly, and you can hear him but it almost sounds like you’re hearing him through a wall. 

“Mhm,” Mingi’s tone is rich, “you almost done?” 

“Yeah,” Yunho responds, “she seem okay?” 

“She’s fine,” Mingi assures his friend, “she’s exhausted.” 

You sigh softly and you feel their hands still. 

“Jagi,” Yunho’s voice is soft, “are you awake?” 

“Mm-mm,” You shake your head. 

Mingi chuckles and you feel his lips press to your hair, “You sound awake,” 

“Mm-mm,” You sigh again, your eyes still heavy and closed no matter how hard you try to blink them open. 

“Okay,” He murmurs, and you feel his arms taking your body in his, “just rest,” 

You're weightless suddenly, the sound of water again, a sudden shock of cold as you leave the warm embrace of what you realize now was the bath. A soft towel wraps around you, gentle fingers work through your hair. You’re wrapped up again with them both, one on either side, a downy comforter tucking you back into the bed. 

An icy shiver passes through you and they move closer. 

Your mind floats, each muscle in your body softening one by one. 

There’s a quiet murmur above you, but this time it’s too far away. 

You drift. 

When you wake again, it feels like you’re waking inside a cloud. Your vision is hazy and distorted, your ears ringing, your head pounding. The pulse between your thighs is stronger than ever, and fleetingly in the back of your mind you know you’re at the precipice of it all. It gets worse before it gets better, they always say that, and right now it’s worse. 

Deep in your belly you feel nothing but all consuming heat, an unquenchable ache. It’s as if your body knows that despite the half a dozen times you’ve been knotted, none of it’s taken, and now as your body starts to prepare for the comedown it’s pushing you over the edge for another try. 

You shift in the middle of the bed, your hand connecting with skin but you don’t know whose. You’re all but crying, your hips bucking on their own to find something, anything to give you relief. You're slick with sweat, panicked and pained. Vaguely you think you can hear yourself begging, or at least you feel the echoing tone of your own voice resounding inside your head but you can’t be sure if you’re saying anything aloud. Maybe this is a dream. 

It’s dark, and for a split second you wonder if you’ve been left alone, thrust into the worst of your cycle by yourself, head too full of cotton to even get yourself off. But then someone pushes your legs open wide, someone kisses your thighs, someone drags their hot tongue up through your wet slit. 

“What a good girl,” Mingi’s rough tone pierces through your haze. 

You babble something back. 

“I know it hurts,” Mingi croons, kissing your cunt, “we’re going to make it all better, baby,” 

Your fingers twist into his hair, dragging him forward as your hips jut up to find his mouth. 

“Needy baby,” He hums, “so desperate for her alpha’s knot,” 

Your head throbs, your body tight and shaking. You beg him, you plead, you ask for anything and everything he can give you. 

“Hush,” His hand closes over your stomach as he wraps his arms under your thighs to hold you steady, “come on my tongue first,” 

“Knot,” You choke out in response. 

“We’ll knot you,” He assures, biting your inner thigh softly, “but you’re already so full and you think you can take more?” 

You know you can. 

“Mm,” He sounds pleased at your little noises, “I’ve never seen someone so wet,” 

You attempt to tug him forward to your core again. 

“Can I taste your pretty pussy, babygirl?” He sounds husky, and you know he’s rock hard, probably grinding down against the mattress. You want him inside. If he wastes a drop on the bed sheets you know you’ll cry. 

You must have whined a yes, you don’t know inside the thick fog, all you know is that when his tongue flattens over your clit in earnest, you see color. 

He devours you, his hands rough and bruising. His tongue feels everywhere, pushing inside in short little thrusts, rolling over your swollen bud, lapping up the excess slick from your thighs. He won’t even lift his mouth to breath, hot pants into your skin as he continues to bring you the most taut, pleasurable pain imaginable. 

He’s determined to make you come this way first, before you can have another knot even though you’re so wet and aching that you could take anything they give you without an ounce of preparation. He’s focused but messy, using your every noise to guide his mouth. 

When he pushes two fingers inside you, hard and fast, you come instantly. You feel like something has burst inside you, the sudden pressure of his hand over your belly as he thrusts his fingers, combined with how he’s sucking your clit leaving you boneless, moaning and writhing in the sheets. 

Your ears are ringing, and someone’s talking, but the heat is back up to its peak again even after your orgasm, and you cry out. Your legs push open wider, your hips angled suddenly upwards, Mingi’s hand on your belly gone. You blink and try to make sense of it, but in all but a moment after Mingi’s mouth leaves you, a cock drives into you deep. 

The colors behind your eyes spark again, blue and purple pops as you try to get your bearings and adjust to the weight inside you. 

“Fuck,” Yunho’s voice breaks through this time and your eyelids flutter as you try to blink back the fog and see him. He curses again, “How are you still this tight, tiny?” 

You whine again. 

“You feel so good,” He groans, “so good,” 

You reach for him blindly, finding his bare shoulders and tugging him down. You want his weight over you, you want every inch of him inside, your body feels dizzy and feral and desperate, but all of a sudden he’s clear. The only thing you can make sense of is him above you, on you, in you. 

He drops low, sinking in deeper and gathering you closer in his arms, your bodies pressed flush against each other and his hot mouth at your ear. “Mm,” He grinds his hips down into you, “I’ll pop a knot too soon if you don’t stop that,” 

Your hips still, you barely registered the way you were rolling your body against him, grinding your pubic bone up for the right kind of friction on your clit. A knot though, that’s what you need, and you feel a rush of wetness between your thighs as you adjust below him and redouble your efforts. 

“Shh,” He tries to soothe, but you can barely register it. 

“She’s too far gone,” Mingi says from the side, a little breathy, “she won’t calm down until she feels a knot,” 

You twist beneath him, dragging Yunho’s face to yours, “Kiss me,” you beg, pulling him even closer. 

His tongue dips past your lips, his hand on your cheek as he starts to rock his hips, “Tell me what you need,” 

“Your knot,” You sob against his mouth, “I’m so empty,” 

“Yeah?” He pants, pressing harder with his hips. 

The feeling of his thick length splitting you open, dragging against your g-spot, hot and hard in your belly, has you shaking in his hands. “P-please, come inside me,” 

“Come first,” He groans, rocking again, pushing your head to one side so he can collapse over your neck, “I want to feel you come around me,” 

You moan, your hips rolling again in earnest, every shift of your body dragging him in and out just enough that his cockhead bumps against the right spot and you grind your clit hungrily into the hard plane of his abdomen. 

You need more, and maybe you ask for it and maybe you don’t, but he answers you anyway. His next words send you over, “Come and I’ll fuck my knot right inside,” he kisses your jaw, “I’ll fuck you so full, you’ll be so sweet and round with my pretty pups,” 

Your brain tunnel-visions instantly, the only feeling in the world is him. Something pulses in the back of your brain as you come apart around him, a thumping need, an impulse that you can’t catch no matter how hard you try. 

“Alpha!” You cry as your legs shake, your fingers lacing into his hair and tugging hard to direct his mouth to your neck, “Take me,” 

His breath catches and you feel him shake his head, but he keeps working his hips. 

“Please,” Tears work their way down your cheek, “I’m yours, make me yours,” 

“No!” Mingi’s cold tone spikes through but you wrap your arms tighter around Yunho. 

“I need it,” You whine, and you don't even know what you’re saying anymore, body and mind possessed wholly by this deep intrinsic need, “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’ll be so good for you, alpha, so good,” 

His knot swells. 

“P-please,” You beg again, the feeling of his lips over your gland sinking you deep into another sudden orgasm. 

His knot slips in, locking in place. 

“Yours, I’m yours,” You grip him harder, turning your head to the side to stretch your neck long, pushing your aching gland harder against his mouth. 

He spills inside you with a hot cry, breath warm on your throat, your body arching under him. You know you’re still begging, the singular thought in your mind, the all encompassing need to be his, theirs. His teeth brush your throat ever so gently. Your mind sings. 

“Not like this, sweetheart,” He chokes finally, cupping you to him and shaking his head, “never like this,” 

“Y-Yunho,” You’re shaking in his embrace, still locked tightly to him. 

“Just breathe,” He soothes you, kissing your throat slowly and “I’ve got you,” 

A light clicks on somewhere in the background, flooding the room with a low yellow glow and realization slowly starts to creep through you. When you had told them not to claim you, it was kind of a joke. It was a boundary that you felt like you should set, but you were confident in that moment before the flooding heat that you would never, ever ask that of anyone unless you were sure. But you had begged. Pleaded. Presented yourself for consumption in a way that you’ve never done before with anyone. 

In a split second you had offered him your life. 

You pull back from him with a gasp, pushing into the pillows behind your head and one hand flying to your neck, anxious tears bubbling up in your eyes, “What did we do?” 

“Nothing,” Yunho pushes up with one hand to give you space, but reaches out to brush your cheek. 

You pull back further and his hand stills. 

“What did we do?” Panic rises. 

“Nothing,” He swears again, “I didn’t bite you, I promise, I didn’t,” 

“Nothing?” You repeat, but your body is fluttering in nervous panic beneath him.

“Show her,” Mingi enters your eye line over Yunho’s shoulder 

Yunho swallows nervously, tongue darting out to wet his lips, “Give me your hand, sweetheart,” 

You extend it just a little. 

“Just breathe,” He repeats as he cups the back of your hand, directing your movement slowly until your fingertips rest over your gland, “see?” He presses your hand up and down gently, letting your fingers graze over your unbroken skin, “You’re safe,”

He didn’t do it. He listened. He remembered. 

The relief in your body is indescribable, and you shudder a quiet sob before wrapping your arms around him and bringing him down to hold you again, “I didn’t know what I was saying,” 

“I know you didn’t,” He soothes you. 

“I didn’t know,” You press your head into his shoulder. Warm rain. 

“I know,” 

Mingi eases himself back into the bed again, sliding close and pushing one hand into yours, “y/n,” he squeezes you, “you didn’t do anything wrong. Just relax,” 

You nod into Yunho, peeking up over his shoulder at Mingi’s kind eyes. 

“You know we’d never hurt you,” He murmurs softly, “never. We’d never take that choice away from you,” 

You nod again, but keep quiet, your mind still spinning with what ifs. 

“y/n,” Mingi says again, “tell me you understand,” 

“I understand,” You manage, “I believe you,” 

Yunho’s knot softens and slowly he pulls himself free, but he stays resting over you, cradling your head in his hand. He studies your face, glancing over at his best friend. 

“Yunho,” You murmur, your head finally clearing from the dizzy chaos of waking in the throes of hard heat and the panic of what could have been. 

“Yeah?” His head snaps back so he can look at you. 

“Thank you,” Your voice is quiet, just a breath, but his eyes soften and he dips to capture your lips. 

The kiss is slow, chaste and tender and when you part you reach for Mingi to pull him down to your mouth too, saying everything you can with your kiss. 

“I don’t know what to say,” You admit to the quiet room as you let them hold you steady. 

“There’s nothing to say,” Mingi murmurs, “just rest.” 

Yunho presses a kiss to your forehead, his thumb stroking a tender line across your cheekbone. You know it will start again soon, body cramping up and desperate for everything they can give you, but this time you feel safe. This time, you know they’ll hold you solid through the wave. 

Be The Light (Part 5)

pairing: ateez (ot8) x reader

genre: Dystopian AU, angst, some fluff maybe, based off of ATEEZ’s lore

wc: 4.3k+

warnings: language. some violence. this is set in strictland. ANGST. Mentions of injuries, needles, and accidents. Let me know if I missed anything.

summary: You lost them, then found them again. And now that freedom is so near, you fear losing them once again.

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You insert the memory card into the video player with trembling hands. As the little chip clicks into the slot, you can feel your heart beating in your throat, and your grip on the device tightens enough for your knuckles to run white. You inhale deeply to ground yourself and press play before you can convince yourself otherwise. The screen flickers to life, the video crackling for a moment before it focuses on the sneaker-clad feet of two people.

“Is it recording?” You hear Yunho’s voice through the speakers; the familiar lilt of his voice makes you gulp.

“I think so, but why is it showing our feet?” Wooyoung questions, his confused tone causing you to roll your eyes fondly. Even though he was the arsonist, he was also the one who helped Yeosang hack into the government's systems. So for someone so good with technology, it always amused you when he struggled with the older machinery.

In the background of the video, you hear the door squeak open, followed by the rustle of thin plastic as if it is sliding against something. There’s a soft thud followed by Yeosang’s voice, “That’s because you are holding it wrong. You are supposed to flip the camera so that it is facing towards you. It hasn’t been that long since we recorded a video. How did you forget how to use electronics so soon?”

“You’re the one who usually handles all of it,” Wooyoung can be heard saying, his voice sounding further away now. “And we don’t use this outdated video recorder anyways.”

The camera jerks as Yeosang takes the device from Yunho and pans it so that the figures of the other two boys in the room can be seen. Wooyoung is already across the room, ruffling through the contents of the plastic bag that Yeosang seemed to have brought with him. He turns around to face the camera—or rather, Yeosang—with wide eyes, “Are these Kimbap rolls? Where did you get them?”

“Apparently, they have the previous owner of H-BBQ working at the academy to make food for the students,” there’s a smug undertone to Yeosang’s words as he replies to the question.

“What?” Wooyoung gapes at the older male. “No way! Please tell me you’re kidding!”

“No, I’m not,” Yeosang continues. You can hear the glee in his tone as he watches a huge grin spread on the face of his childhood friend.

“H-BBQ?” Yunho parrots cluelessly, also moving closer to peek into the plastic bag. His eyes widen when he catches a whiff of the food, “Oh, this smells really good.”

“H-BBQ was a well-known restaurant near Wooyoung’s parents’ house,” Yeosang explains. “One of the newer recruits that Light came across a few weeks ago told me that the owner is now working at the academy here. So, I requested our contacts to get us some food made by them if they could.”

“You are an angel,” Wooyoung chirps, happily diving into the bag to fish out three foil cylinders, handing one each to the other two males.

“Leave some for the rest as well,” Yeosang mutters softly, and for a moment, all you can hear is the rusting sounds of them tearing up the foil covering. “So, why are you using this camera to record something? Wouldn’t it be more efficient to use the newer ones?”

“Those ones are reserved for official work for The Movement,” Yunho says when he realises that Wooyoung is way too busy devouring the food to explain the plan to Yeosang. “We want to make a few videos for Light, considering… y’know.”

“Oh,” there’s a rush of breath as if Yeosang is sighing. “I don’t like this, honestly. Light is going to be really angry with all of us when they find out our plan.”

“We have no other option,” Wooyoung reminds him after he swallows a bite of the roll. “Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to the worst-case scenario and that everything sails smoothly.”

“Yeah, let’s try and ensure that Light won’t have to resort to Plan B,” Yunho agrees, though paradoxically, his voice wavers a bit.

The video then blacks out for a few moments before the screen comes to life again. This time it is Wooyoung who is holding the camera. He waves at it for a second before pointing it at San, who is washing his face, the latter pauses for a second in his ministrations to pose for the camera.

“Why are you making a video of me doing my skincare routine? What even, Wooyoung?” He says, chuckling a bit as he splashes water onto his face.

“Memories,” the other male replies as if it’s obvious, and San should have caught on.

“Memories?” San wonders for a moment before it seemingly clicks. “Ah, you mean for Light?”

“Yep, also I came here to ask you if you’d like to join me for a dance session?”

“Sure,” San hums, dabbing his face dry with the towel. “Lemme just grab a drink first!”

“There’s some kimbap as well, Yeosang got his hands on some,” Wooyoung informs him. “Eat that before it disappears. Until then, I’ll ask Yunho as well. He and Mingi came up with a new choreography.”

A loud voice from the bunker diverts your attention from the video. You had come up to the opening in the mountain to watch the video in peace after dinner while the boys had settled across the common area. They had been engaged in a conversation about something called Roblox when you crossed the room to take the stairs to reach the opening.

There’s another yell, which makes you pause the video. You stand and take tentative steps down the staircase towards the door. You inhale softly before pressing yourself to the wood, wondering if it’s playful banter or if they’re actually arguing. You can make out Hongjoong and Yunho’s voices, who sound angry, and you hear San talking as well, but he is calmer than the two, at least, that’s what you think. Wooyoung chips in sometimes, along with Jongho, and both seem exasperated by the argument that is going on. It seems like an important conversation, but you can’t make out the words clearly because Mingi is talking over everyone, telling them to calm down.

“Listen,” Yunho seethes, “I understand that you want to tell them, but you have no idea how difficult it is for me to talk about it. You weren’t even there, you don’t know what happened, which means I will have to explain it to them!”

“Then tell us about it as well!” Wooyoung hisses out. “You have deliberately kept the events surrounding the accident a secret from all of us! In case you have forgotten, they were our friend as well. Just because you knew them the longest doesn’t mean it hurt us any less!”

“And then you disappeared,” Jongho adds with a sigh, his tone turning accusatory. A thought crosses the back of your mind, and you wonder for a moment who they’re talking about. “The hyungs wouldn’t tell us anything, and it just made us bitter. It’s not a surprise then that all of us drifted apart.”

“Are you saying that us drifting apart was my fault?” Yunho scoffs incredulously, voice dropping lower than you’ve ever heard. “You are as guilty as I am, Jongho, considering you and Mingi were the reason they left in the first place!” 

You debate whether to open the door and break up their argument or let them continue. Before you can decide on what to do, someone beats you to it.

“That’s enough!” Seonghwa’s patience has finally reached his limit, and he raises his voice to silence everyone. “All your shouting will alert Shadow, and I don’t think any of us are ready to face them if they come here with questions. All of you, go to your rooms right now.”

“But—”

“I don’t care what you have to say, Wooyoung,” the eldest cuts him off. “None of you are coming out of your rooms until you calm down.” There is an air of finality in his voice which leaves no room for debate.

You stay pressed against the wood as you hear the shuffling of feet and the muffled clicks of doors closing around the bunker. It is only when you hear a set of footsteps coming towards the door you’re standing on the other side of that you move away, rushing back upstairs. You sit down on the boulder you had been previously occupying, acting as if you’d been sitting here all the time. You wait with bated breath as you hear the door opening and closing downstairs.

You whip your head towards the sound and watch as Jongho comes into view. You smile at him, patting the space next to you, but that smile quickly melts into a frown when you notice that he is limping.

“Did you get hurt while training?” You question when Jongho slumps next to you.

“I’m fine, it’s just an old injury acting up,” he replies with a sigh.

“An old injury?” you echo, tilting your head as you regard the youngest male. 

“I used to play basketball a long time ago. I hurt my ankle before an important tournament, and the injury was serious enough for the doctor to tell me to stop playing the sport,” he answers the unasked question.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe out, breaking the silence that had followed his words.

“It’s whatever now,” Jongho sighs, dropping his eyes to look at the device in your hands. The corner of his lips tugged up in a half-smile, “The bright side is that I met the guys afterwards, and they helped me a lot.”

“So, you were an athlete, huh?” You muse, the gears in your head turning. “That’s why you’re so good at keeping up with the training.”

“I guess,” he says, and then winces, reaching out with a hand to massage his ankle with a frown.

“Would you like to try some physical therapies? We have a recruit who used to be a chiropractor before the takeover. I can get them to come here and…” You trail off, chewing at the inside of your cheek nervously.

“You would do that?” Jongho questions cautiously, eyes guarded as he watches you.

“Why not? I mean, if it helps then…” You shrug helplessly. “It’s the least I can do, and it’s not like we’re doing something more important than training you guys anyways.”

“And it’ll help in the long run too,” his voice wavers a bit, “especially if we are to fight Z’s regime.”

“That too,” you acquiesce, looking away from him and glancing at the ruins of Sector 3. You both fall quiet, drowning in your own thoughts. The silence stretches until the door opens again, causing both of you to jump at the sudden noise. You whip around to see Yeosang, whose hair is dishevelled, and he’s gasping for breath as if he has run a mile. The worry etched on his face makes your heart lurch in your chest.

“What’s wrong?” Jongho is already by the other male’s side by the time you get up to face him fully.

“It’s Yunho,” Your heart plummets to your stomach at the pain that taints his tone. Yeosang then lifts his eyes from Jongho’s hand that rests on his arm to meet yours, “I… Seonghwa hyung thinks that you might be able to help. Please.”

You nod without thinking about it, following both males downstairs, past the common area and into one of the bedrooms, where you see Yunho crumpled onto the ground. His fingers are pressing aggressively against his lips in a fruitless attempt to muffle his sobs. Seonghwa is by his side, and his breathing is erratic as well due to the state Yunho is in, but you can tell Seonghwa is trying his best to even out his own breathing and calm himself for his friend’s sake.

“What is it, what happened?” You ask, raking your eyes over both the boys to check for any injuries.

You get no reply as Yunho continues to sob, heaving for breath as his eyes draw up to meet yours. On seeing you, he reaches out towards you, stumbling a bit. You immediately rush to him and lightly touch his arm.

“Hey,” you breathe, lips by his ear because he had melted into your arms the moment he registered your touch. Your gaze falls to Seonghwa, and you raise your eyebrows in question, but it seems that even the eldest is unclear about why Yunho is like this. “Yunho, it’s okay, you’re okay.”

“I’m sorry!” Yunho blubbers, repeating the word over and over again as his ears seep through the cotton shirt you’d been wearing. He shifts, one hand leaving the lower part of his face and presses to his chest as he shakily tries to inhale. “I’m so sorry, Light.”

“Why are you apologising?” You rub his back and give Seonghwa another puzzled look, hoping for an answer. But the latter looks like he’s seen a ghost. He’s pale, and his eyes are blown wide as his gaze rests on the male who’s still crying in your arms, apologising repeatedly. Yeosang and Jongho are no better, and you wonder if they know the reason for Yunho’s distress.

When all your attempts to calm the male down fail, you start humming the lullaby that your mother used to sing to you whenever you had nightmares. “Just close your eyes, the sun is going down.”

You hear his breath hitch but thank the stars when you feel Yunho’s shoulders relax with each note, “You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now.” He breathes deeply, timing his breaths in tandem with your hand rubbing on his back. “Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound.”

“Yunho?” Seonghwa questions, moving closer to smooth out the younger’s hair when he’s sure that the latter has stopped crying. “What’s wrong?”

“I dreamt…” Yunho tries to speak, but his voice cracks from all the crying he has done.

From the corner of your eye, you see Jongho hand him a glass of water. You hadn’t even realised when the youngest had left to get the glass. You back away from Yunho, allowing him space to reach out for the glass. Yunho meets your gaze over the rim of the glass, his eyes are puffy and red. He sits up suddenly, spine ramrod-straight and as if sensing the sudden trepidation currently coursing through his nervous system, Seonghwa rests his hand on the former’s shoulder. 

“Are you okay?” You whisper, brows furrowed in concern.

“I had a dream,” he sniffles. Silence falls as Yunho tries to formulate a response to your question. He hesitates as if the words are difficult to breathe life to. “About…”

“About?” You prompt softly, and for some reason, you feel that his answer will change everything.

Yunho gulps, and his gaze bores into yours with an intensity that makes you breathless. Moments pass, and you notice that both Yeosang and Jongho have moved closer to you.

“You,” the words are a mere whisper, but they ring loud and clear in the silence of the room.

You must look alarmed because he immediately jumps forward to amend his statement, “Not you, our universe’s version of you.”

“Huh?” You want to be more coherent, but the little piece of information that has been dropped on you prevents you from doing so. It’s not surprising to you that their universe had a version of you, but you had just assumed that the boys hadn’t come across them yet since they never talked about them.

“You need to tell them, Yunho hyung,” Jongho finally speaks up. “They deserve to know.”

You give everyone a puzzled look, out of loop as to what they're talking about. But you know it’s something serious if the edge in the youngest’s voice is anything to go by, your fingers play with the edge of your shirt unconsciously.

“What happened?” you ask, finally breaking the tense silence.

It’s a loaded question, one that can either make or break everything. For weeks now, you’ve kept the questions at bay. You know your reasons for bringing them here, but you don’t know what it was that made them agree. For weeks now, you’ve wanted to know, and you might finally have a reason.

“A couple of years ago, the eight of us sort of drifted apart.” He doesn’t look at you as he speaks, instead staring at the wall behind you. “It wasn’t until the Captain contacted us via dreams that we came back together.”

“I see,” you nod slowly, smoothing out your shirt’s wrinkles in an effort to concentrate and calm yourself.

Your words make him turn to look at you, and his expression makes you gulp because of the heartbreak that is reflected in his eyes. You feel his discomfort at having to give you an answer, and it only makes your breath hitch as tension builds in your chest. When holding his gaze becomes difficult, you turn away to look at your hands.

“The fallout happened because we lost our Light in a car accident,” sensing your discomfort, Yunho speaks up, though it does not help to ease your nerves. “Jongho had a fight with Mingi, and Light was angry about them acting so immaturely. They left the warehouse alone, it was raining heavily that night, and they probably did not see the car approaching them until it was too late.”

His confession hits you hard, and you are winded, not just because of Yunho’s words but also due to their expressions. Your eyes catch the way tears stream down Seonghwa and Yeosang’s faces while Jongho is crying softly in the corner of the room. You reach for the youngest but stop yourself, unable to follow through with any intimacy right now. Yunho’s admission reminds you of your own loss, the silence that follows is tense and paradoxically comfortable because of the understanding that washes over all of you.

“Is that why you told me that day that you understand how I’m feeling?” Your voice comes out a little shaky.

“More or less,” he concedes with a small, sad smile.

“Wait…” A thought crosses your mind suddenly, “When did Joong contact you guys?”

“A year ago,” comes the prompt reply.

“And what were your reasons for coming here?”

“I think I speak for everyone when I say that we agreed because in some twisted way… we consider this to be our redemption. We couldn’t help our Light, but we can help you, and that’s all we wish to do,” Seonghwa tells you, and you’re shocked by the gentleness in his voice.

You stare at your hands as you run them beneath the water, splashing the cold substance onto your face. But it doesn’t help.

A year ago, Yunho’s words echo in your mind, and you can’t help the resentment that flares up in your heart. If they had first been contacted a year ago, that means your boys had got their hands on the Cromer a bit before that. You rack your brains, thinking of anything that happened a year ago that would give you an insight as to when they had found the device. A memory surfaces from the depths of your mind, fuzzy and muddled due to the fact that you were half asleep when it happened.

It was nighttime. Yawning, you stepped out of Honjoong’s office after much persuasion from Seonghwa, who always nagged both of you about your sleeping schedules, or rather the lack of it. As you stepped into the kitchen, you noticed San standing there. Both of you blinked, freezing mid-step as you looked at each other.

There was a purple bruise blossoming on his left cheek, a gash running from beneath his right eye to the corner of his lips, a dash of blood above his eyebrow and multiple smaller cuts and bruises littering his face. A glance down at his hands confirmed that he had bloodied knuckles. His clothes were a little ruffled, and overall, he looked extremely tired and weary.

“What happened to you?” You gaped, San was an amazing fighter, so to see him in such a state came as a shock to you.

San shrugged as if it was the most normal thing in the world to come home battered and bruised. The wince that followed the movement caused you to frown.

“Wait here,” you instructed him, pointing at the stool in front of the counter. “I’ll grab the first-aid box.”

“It’s fine,” he pouted. “Seonghwa hyung can sew it up later.”

“Sew it—” your gaze fell on the smear of blood on his shirt around the stomach area. “San, there’s— you’re bleeding!”

“It’s just a scratch, and like I said, hyung can take care of it later.”

Throwing your hands in the air in exasperation, you glared at him admonishingly. “He’s sleeping, are we supposed to wait for him until he wakes up while you bleed out to death in the kitchen?”

“Um…” San spluttered, trying and failing to formulate a response to that.

“That’s what I thought,” you grumbled, retrieving the first aid kit and turning on all the lights so you could see him better. The injuries looked worse in the light and it pulled a sigh out of you. You saw that he had already unbuttoned his shirt, and the injury didn’t look too deep, which you were glad about. You dabbed the cotton, which you had dipped in the disinfectant, on the cut on San’s abdomen.

“Sorry, I am trying to be gentle,” you mumbled when he winced. “How did you get this in the first place?”

“I was caught by a few Android Guardians,” he hissed out. “I’m not invincible, after all.”

You hummed, applying the numbing cream around the wound. “I’m going to start stitching it up, fair warning, it might still hurt even if I’ve numbed the general area.”

“Okay,” San breathed out, grasping the edge of the counter to ground himself.

“I didn’t know you were supposed to be on a mission,” You commented, trying to take his mind off of the needle. When San kept quiet, you looked up at him with curiosity swimming in your eyes. “Well?”

“I went to get a couple of supplies for Hongjoong,” he gritted out when he realised you wouldn’t continue until you had an answer.

“Please be more careful in the future,” you muttered softly, standing up to tilt his head from side to side to assess his cuts and bruises littered across his face. “Do you have any other injury that needs to be stitched up?”

“I don’t think so,” San’s eyes darted back and forth, not focusing on anything tangible but certainly on any painful sensations that he was feeling. “Yeah, that was the only one, though I think I do have a sprained wrist…” He added sheepishly.

You realise now that “a couple of supplies” meant that San had infiltrated the Android Guardians’ bunker, the building that held all works of art and other artefacts that were once considered important. One of the artefacts that was kept there was probably the Cromer, which San had stolen from them.

That night, you're pulled unceremoniously out of sleep’s embrace, and the only thing you can register is the pounding of your heart and the ringing of your ears. Your forehead is beaded with cold sweat, your breathing shallow, and your eyes wide open as you stare at the ceiling.

You throw away your blankets to the side and welcome the chill as it settles your heart and spirit somewhat. You allow yourself time to calm down before trying to remember the details of your dream, fragmented and fissured as they are. You're unsure what brought your body to go into fight or flight mode as if you had been through hell and back.

For miles and miles in front of you, nothing meets your eyes except for sand that shimmers under the moonlight. You are in a desert, that much you can tell, but which one is a mystery to you. You turn around to see if you can spot anything else, and a dark silhouette in the distance catches your eyes. You squint to see better, the moonlight making it easier to make out the shape.

An involuntary gasp leaves you when you see a massive ship wrecked against the dunes. It is a beautiful barque and reminds you of the miniature model that used to be in the showcase in Hongjoong's office. In fact, you realise that the ship is exactly like it, down to the markings on the sides and the massive masts that tower over the dunes. You take a step towards it, wanting to take a closer look but stop in your tracks when you see a jeep making its way toward it from the opposite side. As it gets closer, the headlights light up the ship, further lighting up the massive vessel, but the very next moment, a strong wind starts blowing, and you find yourself in the middle of a dust sthem. Soon, the dream dissolves into darkness, and you wake up gasping for breath.

These images resonate through the caverns of your mind, and unconsciously, your fingers claw at the sheets. The only thing that provides you with some respite from the turmoil and confusion is the dim light that filters through the crack of your door, helping you to gain some semblance of clarity and distinguish between dream and reality. You feel something unspool within you. Disbelief perhaps, denial even, but deeper within, disappointment.

Because it's at that point you realise that whoever has the Cromer is sending you dreams.

Watch your back : chapter 5

Once you don’t value what you have someone else learns how to take care of what used to be yours

Synopsis : 8 men supposed to give her all the love they promised end up leaving her behind without a valid reason

Pairing : girlfriend Reader x PolyAteez !

Warnings : this chapter contains mentions of, arguing with Yunho , slut shaming , lots of crying , blood , being shoved , Rin provoking reader , assault , miscarriage , panic attacks , bruises, mutism , superficial sympathy , fake tears , flashbacks etc Please reminding me if I forgot something

Superficial sympathy: is a false, insincere display of emotion such as a hypocrite crying fake tears of grief

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This series is going to be posted together with the Psychiatric series, which means one chapter after another

Word count : 3,6k

She ran down the hall in a hurry after realizing at home that she was late to school by forty minutes because her alarm didn't ring neither did everyone else care to wake her up , it was a mystery since she always woke up before anyone else

" Excuse me for being late I overslept "

She panted trying to stay calm as she apologized for being late as the teacher just signaled for her to go and sit down on her assigned seat

Y/n went and sat down as everyone looked at her confused to why she was sitting on that place

"You don't sit there someone else sits there "

A classmate said looking at her

" What do you mean I don't sit here ? "

" Yunho requested for someone else to sit beside him , so you sit at that table alone "

She looked at Yunho before sitting down at the far back , she didn't know why he would request for someone else to sit there ,they were on good terms actually so what happened?

" Ok , there will be a project coming up so I want you guys to pick your partners "

Everyone went around the class to ask for someone to team up , Y/n stood up and went towards her boyfriend that was currently taking notes silently

" Yunho ? Do you want to work together ? I mean it would be a lot easier since we liv- "

" No thank you I already have a partner "

He continued to take notes ignoring her presence making her frown

" Is everything alright ? You'd usually say yes "

" Can you please go back to your seat ? I can't concentrate with you here "

She looked at him confused with his sudden behavior  and sat back on her place without a partner since everyone already had one

" Y/n don't you have a partner ? "

" N-No sir , but could I perhaps do it alone ?"

The teacher sighed before nodding his head

The girl sat back down with a frown pulling out her head phones and putting them on as she stared at her blank desk

What happened for him to behave this way ?

—-

"Make sure to finish the project till next week, and don't forget about the school trip to Paris "

Their teacher said before the bell rang signaling everyone that it was lunch time

Y/n ran up to Yunho , she really wanted to know why he was acting that way towards her

" Yunho , what is going on with you?"

She held his arm as everyone else went out leaving them alone inside the class room

" I have lunch let go "

" Yunho no , why are you mad at me ? Did I do something wrong ? can you also please tell me why nobody woke me up today knowing that I would probably be late ? "

He brushed her hand off him and rolled his eyes as he approached her

" Your not a kindergartener that needs their parents to wake them up , you have a phone to put on your reminder not anyone else "

" But you could've just woke me up this one time it's not that hard "

She held him again but got pushed off

" You must be really deaf when I just told that you can put on a reminder so that doesn't happen "

" But I did put a reminder on! "

The girl frowned extremely confused with his statement that didn't really make sense to her

" Did I do something to you ? why are you guys all mad at me , did I hurt you ? "

Y/n looked at him with her doe eyes , the same look she always did when she was extremely overwhelmed and didn't know what to do

" You piss me off really , why can't you be like Rin ? She's sweet and knows when to not bother us at all , why are you the opposite? "

" Why do you keep comparing me to her ? And I don't want to be somewhat I'm not "

She fiddled with her sweater as tears started building up

" Your just being a nuisance honestly lately, sometimes I think if what Seonghwa said is true , your er just being a big headache "

"Stop with the excuses ! Do you guys actually love me at all ? Did you guys just get another girlfriend because I didn't satisfy you a enough tell me because I can't just watch you guys disrespect me while I do everything to make you guys happy despite being pushed away all the time and  be compared to her ! "

She pushed him back as he looked at her with widened eyes, she had never pushed him

" Am I some joke to you ? "

" Don't push me , your going to regret it "

He hissed at her as she wiped her tears

" I'll push you because I'm tired of this behavior your acting out towards me ! "

She pushed him back making him back against the table, so he shoved her also

" Listen ! You are the one going out with other guys while you have us ! , you barely even spent time with me these past months do you know how I felt ? Do you even love me ?! "

He yelled at her

" So it's about that ? , why would you hurt me by saying other things than the truth! he's just a friend of mine I am literally dating you "

She shed tears again approaching him

" Your the one at fault ! your hanging to much around him , who knows you don't go around already spreading your legs for him ! "

Yunho was extremely mad his chest was rising up and down in a uncontrollable way not even realizing his choice of words towards his lover

" You think I'm that low of a person? Is that what you guys think about me ?! "

She chuckled sniffing 

" I really thought you'd at least change the most , but yet your still the same asshole  "

" N-No that's not what I meant "

Y/n took her stuff and went out the classroom, she couldn't even stay longer at school so she called herself sick and went home

Why where they always against her for no valid reasons ? , it's just something she couldn't understand

Is this called love ? Or was it torture at this point , the love is still there but the pain is sometimes  bigger

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The house was quiet the only thing heard were the kitchen tolls , she was currently baking something to lift up her mood that died down after the argument she had with Yunho

He had spammed her phone with multiple messages and voicemails making her ignore her phone since she needed some time alone

She knew he was sorry but preferred him to come to her when she was ready to talk

The time was passing quickly as she looked out the window, the way the tree leaves danced with the wind made her feel at ease

One of the reasons she adored spending time in the kitchen , it was calm and her safe place other than her room

It had a nice view to the outside world , the sweet park were people enjoyed sitting to read their books as the kids played around

She wished to be like that one day , able to enjoy sitting at the park carefree with a cup of tea in her hand just like these parents that sat at the park

It brought a smile to her face as she heard the kids scream in joy , she envied them for not having to care about anything else

The timer dinged making her hurry and take out the red cake setting it on the counter to cool off as she prepared the icing

" I don't have any sugar "

She sighed and cleaned her hands on her apron before going out to ask her neighbor

" Hello ? Who's there ? "

" It's me Y/n "

She played with her ring nervously as the door opened revealing the middle aged woman smiling as she opened her arms for a hug

" If it's not my sweet girl I missed "

Y/n smiled feeling the motherly love through the hug making her bury her face onto the woman's shoulder for comfort

" I haven't seen you for weeks now , you must have been so busy with school my poor girl "

Her hair was caressed softly making her shed tears

" I've missed your hugs Miss Cha , I'm sorry if I didn't visit you like I usually do "

" Don't worry studies come first darling , so what does my pretty girl need ? "

Miss Cha pulled back and wiped away her tears smiling

" I-I wanted to ask for some sugar "

" Are you baking again? "

The girl nodded chuckling as her neighbor went into her kitchen to lend her some sugar

" I hope this is enough, make sure to spare me a slice from that cake of yours "

Both smiled before Y/n bowed thanking her

" I will for sure bring some of the cake to you "

" If you need anything I'm just one knock away and you know that right ? "

Y/n nodded with a smile and made her way back home after bidding goodbye

She couldn't stop her tears from falling as she got back inside

The way she craved for the comfort of someone and the way they acknowledged her made her cry from relief

Her phone started ringing and the caller ID showed “Yuyu💕”

She cleaned off her tears and cleared her throat  ignoring  the call before continuing what she was doing in the kitchen

But to her surprise the door opened revealing a blonde Rin entering with her two friends but stopped on their tracks as they made eye contact with Y/n

" I didn't know you were home "

" I didn't feel well at school so I just called in sick and went home "

Both looked at each other awkwardly

" Is this her ? the one that cried over shoes ?"

The shorter girl beside Rin chuckled in disbelief nudging her other friend

" Well what do we have here "

The girl approached Y/n and slid her finger across the icing on the cake and brought it closer to her mouth tasting it

" Woah tastes so good , girls come and have a taste of my besties cake "

The other two girls rushed over and dug into the cake with the spoons on the table

" She really knows how to bake "

" Are you gonna eat this ? "

One of the girls spoke mouth full of soggy cake eyeing Y/n that stared at them in disbelief

" Look she's even crying from joy since we like the cake , don't worry the cake is good "

The girl teased making the other two laugh as Y/n she'd tears of frustration and anger

" I'm so tired of you ! "

She screamed slamming Rin's face harshly onto the cake making the blonde scream in pain

" Are you crazy ?! "

" She's bleeding from her nose! "

Y/n breathed harshly as tears fell, it was the first time in her life she ever put her hands on someone

" Your so done for this you fucking bitch "

Rin wiped her face angrily holding her nose and signaled for the girls to grab Y/n

" Your gonna regret touching me , girls do what you have to do "

" Don't touch me ! "

She screamed curling into a ball as the two girls started kicking and punching her violently

" You should've thought twice before touching her you piece of shit "

A harsh kick was send right towards her stomach making her wince in pain for air

" Your so petty it was just cake  "

The other girl kicked her face as if it was a soccer ball , Y/n's eye twitched from the pain of how hard they kicked her

" Do you fucking know how much my parents payed for me to get this perfect nose ! You wouldn't even be able to afford it! "

Rin scoffed as she watched her friends beat the poor girl to the point she weakly tried to reach for a way to get out their assault

" Wait until I tell the boys about this you fucking slut "

" She only thinks about herself what a fucking bitch , why are they even dating her "

Y/n felt blood leaving her mouth and her face burning for the skin that tore up on her cheek making Rin laugh and squat down to her

" I can't believe this fucker peed herself "

The two girls eyed Y/n's jeans as they watched more liquid spread around her private area

" A grown up girl pissing herself ? Iseul film this it's so funny hurry ! "

The taller girl from them all started recording as she kicked Y/n's face one more time busting her lip

" Wh-hat did I-I-I e-ver do t-to you "

She cried out as her voice was raspy from all the begging and screaming looking up with her left eye swollen shut

" Just looking at you makes me ill and the way they'll always prefer me over you is amusing "

" Mhm Yeon-ngja I-I don't think it's pee "

Iseul spoke concerned as the liquid continued to spread

" What do you mean it's not pee ? "

“ It’s not pee fuck ! ”

The girl approached Y/n's pants and slightly touched it screaming after she saw crimson colored liquid cover her fingers

" She's bleeding ! guys w-what do we do "

" Relax guys she's probably on her period "

Rin laughed it off but Iseul panicked more

" This is not period blood Rin ! This is heavy blood and it's reddish brown! Rin she had a fucking miscarriage! ”

" H-How do you know she had a miscarriage? "

" Because my mom works at the hospital and told me about a patient ! "

Iseul teared up and pulled out her phone to call for help

" Iseul ! If you call them your gonna get locke-"

" And what if I get locked up in prison you both will go with me you took part in this ! "

She yelled at everyone as she ran a hand through her hair in frustration waiting for the ambulance to pick up

" Wait what if we tell them that we came to hang out and saw the door open and her like this in the kitchen? "

Yeongja stuttered trying to calm both down as Y/n whimpered in pain

" I think we should do this "

" She wouldn't dare tell anyone, she can get charged for assault because of my nose "

Iseul checked the girls pulse to make sure she was alive because she looked nothing like herself , bruises on her face , eye swollen shut and a busted lip not to forget the purple blue bruises that started to form

" It's on the second floor, yes number 369 "

Everyone looked worried for themselves other than the girl that tried to breath properly

" They are on their way he-"

Y/n's phone started ringing uncontrollably

" Who is it ? "

Rin checked the phone on the counter and cursed seeing San's number calling her so she just ignored it not answering

" You should probably clean your nose to look decent or they're going to question you "

Rin nodded and went to her room to fix herself before coming back

" I think we went overboard "

" Girls relax I have it under control "

The door rang and she went to open immediately taking a minute to fake her cry

" Pleas-se this way hurry "

She sniffed leading the paramedics to the kitchen that hurried towards the direction taking in quick action

" What happened? "

" Me and my two friends came home to work on a project and we found the door open and than we went inside hearing whimpers , and than saw her laying there "

Rin teared up as they carried Y/n out on a stretcher hurrying to their ambulance

"I heard you guys may suspect the girl having a miscarriage ? Do you know how far she was ? "

" W-We didn't know she was pregnant "

Yeongja said wiping her face

" I ask for someone or all three to follow us quickly to the hospital as her witnesses "

Everyone went out closing the door and going inside the ambulance towards the hospital

The girls kept giving each other discreet looks as they grew anxious

Iseul therefore was sweating bullets from the amount of guilty that filled her mind and chest

"Don't worry girls everything is going to be ok "

Was it really?

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Machines beeped as she laid there peacefully breathing with the help of the mechanical ventilator

The two other girls had already gone home leaving Rin all to herself in a room with Y/n

" You wouldn't have ended this way if you didn't touch me now see what you’ve done"

She sighed looking at the other girl scoffing

The door opened revealing the boys that rushed as fast as possible towards the hospital after being informed

" What happened to her "

San was the first to rush towards her bed panicking as the others waited for an explanation from their other girlfriend

" She w-was assaulted at home "

" What do you mean she was assaulted "

Seonghwa raised his voice that got shaky with tears threatening to fall

" Yeongja , me and Iseul found her bleeding in the kitchen all beaten up "

Rin fake cried as Yeosang hugged her for  comfort

" Bleeding ? Did they stab her or something? "

It got silent suddenly as the room grew uncomfortable

" Rin speak up , did they stab her ? "

The girl shook her head gulping as she had all eyes on her

" Than why was she bleeding ?! "

Hongjoong grew mad at the lack off response

" Nobody stabbed her s-she "

More tears fell but this time from minimal regret she felt

" Rin just say it nobody is holding you at a gun point, your worrying us "

The girl looked back towards the bed where San caressed Y/n's bruised face with tears

" Y/n h-had a miscarriage "

" What do you mean miscarriage ?! "

This time Yeosang spoke eyes widening

" They said she was four weeks almost at her fifth pregnancy week "

Everyone looked towards Y/n with tears

" Sh-he was pregnant and didn't tell us ? "

" Calm down Jongho , we'll hear from her when she wakes up to tell us "

"One of us was the dad and lost their first child how am I supposed to stay calm ? "

He teared up approaching his girlfriend that slept peacefully

" I'll find that bastard that did this and fucking kill them for this "

Wooyoung bawled his fist with angry tears making Rin gulp

" I-I even fought today with her and she didn't answer my calls it probably already happened by then so she wasn't able to p-pick up "

Yunho teared up hysterically as Mingi embraced him crying as well

" G-Guys she's waking up "

Seonghwa immediately went towards Y/n upon  hearing San's words

" Baby , what happened to you ? "

He caressed her face but the girl started shaking her head in denial after looking to the side as tears buildup in her eyes

" Why is she shaking ? "

Everyone looked concerned as she kept shaking her head lips wobbling as she opened her mouth but no words came out

" Get t-the doctor Hongjoong "

She fought off Seonghwa's hands as he tried to keep her calm

Loud whimpering where heard as she cried clutching her stomach and kicking her feet

" Baby it's ok I'm here and so are the others "

Seonghwa teared up seeing his lover in a unpleasant situation unable to calm her down

" I think she's having a panic attack "

Mingi came forward and held her softly as she continued kicking and squealing instead of screams leaving her mouth

" Please step aside and let the nurse take care of this situation don't worry "

The nurses helped her calm down by injecting her with tranquilizers

" Is she going to be ok ? "

Yunho looked concerned with his nose running and puffy eyes

" She must have been in a shock moment where the body reacts after remembering something that caused them distress "

" She also couldn't talk she kept squealing and humming but nothing came out "

" When someone is experiencing traumatic stress and their body goes into fight or freeze mode, blood is diverted away from the parts of the brain responsible for language and speech production , and consequently their capacity to formulate language and to initiate speech is reduced , so she's basically mute now I don't know how long it will last b-"

" She will stay that way forever ?! "

San yelled in disbelief with tears streaming down his eyes

" No that's not the case , it's probably temporary depending on how big the process is of her recovery so please don't stress her out "

Everyone looked at her falling back into slumber with fresh tears streaming down

" Are you her boyfriend or ? "

The doctor looked at San who was stroking her face crying

" We all eight are h-her boyfriends "

" My condolences to you guys , stay strong "

The medical staff bowed to them and left

" I can't believe thi-is "

Hongjoong broke down as Wooyoung hugged him  while  tears also left his eyes

All of them had tears in their eyes, not only because one of them possibly lost their first child but also because someone they loved laid on a hospital bed unable to do anything

" I think some of us should go home and freshen up than come back "

" I-I'll stay here with her "

Yunho said tearing up but Mingi held him

" Yunho your in no condition to stay , Seonghwa will stay with her now let's go "

They kissed her cheek one last time leaving Seonghwa alone with Y/n who sat beside her bed caressing her hand

" I'm sorry I couldn't protect you "

He shed tears lowering his head , it hurt him the most seeing her this way since he couldn't do anything else other than remain by her side for now and make sure she was doing well