Deja Vu // Ateez

Nineteen

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San couldn't help the scream that escaped his mouth as he jolted awake. Sweat rolled down his skin and his body shook with every breath he inhaled.

His hands came up to his hair, knee meeting his chest as he placed his head down and rocked back and forth.

Heavy footsteps echoed throughout the house. His bedroom door swung open and Yunho came running to his side. "San! San, what's wrong?" Yunho gripped his wrist to try and pull him up, to get the younger one to look at him.

San couldn't control the sobs and his rocking got faster.

Yunho forcefully lifted San's head up and saw the fear coating his eyes. "San, calm down, it's just a dream." Yunho said calmly.

The way Yunho spoke put a blanket of comfort over him, his breathing slowly becoming steady again.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

And San did. He told Yunho everything that happened in his dream, from waking up next to Wooyoung to being shot in the head by Yunho. San shivered when he remembered what he did to Hongjoong, he remembered the face he gave him, and San remembered the blood lust feeling felt when he killed him.

"I don't understand, Yunho. Why would I even dream of that...why would I dream about killing Hongjoong?"

Yunho pulled San into a comforting hug, lightly rubbing the back of his neck. "San...do you not remember?"

San stopped crying and looked up at him. "Remember what?"

"You actually killed Hongjoong."

San froze, his face paling and he felt his stomach flip. "What?" He whispered out. San went to move away from Yunho, but felt a tug at his ankles. He looked down, a metal chain was wrapped around them, connecting them to the end of the bed.

San reached to pull them off, but once again felt a tug, but this time at his wrist. The chains were wrapped around them and connected to the headboard.

San started panicking, yanking his arms and legs to get them loose. When he felt the bed shift, he snapped his head towards Yunho, who had a dark look in his eyes. "W-What are you doing?"

Yunho glared down at him. "You're the reason they're dead."

San shook his head rapidly. "I-I didn't k-kill anyone! Why are y-you doing this!? Let me go!"

Yunho walked over to the end of the bed and lifted a big gallon of gasoline, twisting the top off and drenching San in it, throwing the empty bucket to the side.

San started to cough as some got into his mouth, spitting it out as well. His breathing quickened and he started tugging at the chains again, making his wrist and ankles bleed as the metal cut into him.

"Please...Yunho, please don't do this." He begged, his voice cracking. "I-I didn't kill anyone!"

When San locked eyes with Yunho, his eyes flickered for a second, changing his brown ones to solid black.

San stopped struggling and stared at him, his eyes wandered over his body, landing on his hand that held a lighter. He squinted his eyes a little, something wasn't right with his hand. His eyes traveled down to his fingers that gripped the object.