She's Mine || BTS//ATEEZ

Dying

Returning back to reality had become almost rhythmic under these circumstances. The burning air returning to your charred, tired lungs, your small body convulsing with no control, and the terrified faces of your friends. Hands grabbed at you, pulling you off the floor. In your blurred vision, you could see Shownu's crumpled body twisted on the floor.

"This is getting out of control," you heard a voice say.

"Well, we only have one more stage, so it will be over soon."

"But Yunho is gone. What if we can't find him?"

"We will find him; trust me. We have the remaining wolves and they will have to help."

"Yes, because their leader's dead body won't make them feel any different about this situation."

"Seonghwa, just stop arguing with me and have some faith in your leader,"

There was a long sigh and all you could assume was a firm nod from Seonghwa. You felt your weak body against the plush fabric. "Joong, her wings," you heard Wooyoung's soft voice. These words seemed to bring your consciousness flooding back to you. You turned your head toward your large angel-like wings. They were smaller almost shriveled and wrinkled in a way. Patches of bare skin shown through as feathers fell onto the floor around you. A single tear escaped from your eyes. I'm dying.

You started to sit up but a sharp pain ricochets through your body causing your groan in pain. A hand landed against your back, trying to stabilize you. "Slow," Wooyoung said, helping you up to a vertical angle.

"Y/n, are you okay? What happened?" Hongjoong said, kneeling down in front of you. 

"I'm fine," you said grabbing at your abdomen, "It had to be done. I had to bite him. I had to-to stop the dreams. The nightmares. It was so strong... the sparks were so electric." you stared forward with dead eyes. Your vision became blurry as your mind zoned out of reality, "It was too real."

"What dreams? What nightmares? Tell me." Hongjoong seemed on the brink of desperation for any answer at this moment. You reached out your hand, "Look for yourself," was all you could muster.

***

This time was different. You literally felt empty like death had already taken you. Your body was thinner and paler. Everything about you screamed walking skeleton even your molting wings dragged when you walked. The emptiness inside you made you feel like you were about to crumble into a void inside yourself. 

Hongjoong saw everything. He promised to tell no one, but you allowed him to tell Mingi for security reasons. It would be useless if Mingi didn't know as well. "Any news of San or IM?" you asked, seated in Hongjoong's office. 

"No," his face melted in defeat.

"Any news on Yunho?"

"...No" he sighed, "As of right now... we are screwed," he put his face into his hands. Mingi walked over to Hingjoong's desk, placing a hand on his leader's shoulder. Your head fell as well, in defeat and in weakness. 

"You need to rest," Mingi said.

"I don't have time to rest. I am dying, and I need to... kill Yunho before I die." you said weakly.

"How will you be able to do that if you can barely walk?" Mingi pushed, "You need to rest. Maybe you will dream of a solution."

"It's not that easy. The dreams just come randomly. I cannot just sleep and dream on command," you scoffed, "It's no use. I will die while that coward runs. Jealousy is a poison and soon it will kill us all."

Mingi and Hongjoong exchanged a worried glance, "Mingi, take her to her room, and do not leave her side."

"Yes sir," Mingi said obediently. He grabbed gently onto your wrist, guiding you from the seat and to the door. Your lungs suddenly began to burn and you couldn't resist your body as you coughed violently into your hand. You moved your hand away from your mouth. Wet ash dripped from your skin like blood. Mingi looked to Hongjoong, "Tell them to hurry."

Mingi scooped you up into his arms, carrying you down the hall. You couldn't even resist. "Mingi, do you think everything will be okay?"

"I have to trust that everything will be okay," he answered plainly.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, turning into him.

"I forgive you," he whispered. He opened the door to a room and carried you over to the bed. He lied you down softly on the soft gray sheets, covering you in a thick white blanket. Your tired body felt instant relief against the mattress; your wings giving out becoming limp onto the other side of the bed. You closed your eyes; a sigh of relief fleeing from your lungs. Even though your body was slow and paralyzed, your mind traveled like rolling waves. Waves of thick honey and flames. 

"Mingi, have you ever loved before?" you whispered in your drunk-like stooper.

Mingi scrunched his nose, "Yes," he answered plainly.

"Who was she?"

There was a long pause then a sigh, "He is a great leader," he said softly, finding a chair in the corner and sitting.

Your brain sparked with confusion, but then it is like wires connecting and sparks flying, "He... he really is."