I got you kid - ateez/woosan

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Nightmares and revisions of some trauma :(

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Wooyoung felt like he was suffocating. His vision was foggy, his eyes were hazy, and he felt nauseous. It was like he was getting strangled.

He tried to look around the room, but he couldn't see anything. It was dark. Not one source of light.

Where am I? He thought to himself.

Wooyoung truly couldn't tell where he was. It didn't look like San's room, but it didn't look like the mansion.

Where's San?

Wooyoung just wanted San. He was scared and alone, something that occurred quite often. Too often.

In a matter of seconds, it was like the atmosphere changed. The foggy air dissipated and he was left in a pitch-black room. Though, it was almost like a door was opening because a small source of light began to appear from where Wooyoung could only assume was a door.

He was extremely scared and just wanted to be in the protection of San's strong arms.

Wooyoung tried to move with all the power he could conjure up, but it was like he was paralyzed. He tried moving his legs, but nothing happened. His body was stuck to whatever he was laying on which seemed to be a bed.

When the door looked to be fully open, a figure appeared in the doorway. The person was tall and eerily quiet.

"San?" Wooyoung questioned. However, the only response he got was a deep chuckle and it was not San.

The figure moved closer and closer until they were hovering over Wooyoung's body. And that was when Wooyoung noticed the blood. There was blood everywhere. Blood on his pyjamas, blood on the bed, blood on the person above him, blood everywhere.

Wooyoung flinched when his t-shirt was moved so that his stomach was visible. A hand was placed directly on top of his stomach, forcing his body down and into the bed. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to move from the force.

His sweatpants were slowly taken off his body, leaving him in only his underwear. Wooyoung desperately wanted to fight or push the figure away, but he couldn't move. The mixture of the force from the unknown person's hands and the haziness he still felt, resulted in him being in an almost paralyzed state.

"San!" Wooyoung shouted. "Help me!"

The person above him only laughed more and continued to hold him down. He felt hands roaming his body. Down his chest, around his neck, cupping his cheeks, over his hips, down his thick thighs, and then stopped just above the waistline of his underwear.

"No!" He shouted.

It was useless. He couldn't move nor could he do anything to stop the person from violating him. He was useless.

"Please no! D-don't!" He cried out. Tears were pouring out of his eyes at a rapid pace. He didn't want to be touched like that, he didn't want to be used like that.

The person placed their finger above his mouth, shushing him. "Don't worry Wooyoung, you will enjoy it."

The voice was familiar. He recognized it, but it wasn't San. Where was San? He just wanted San to hold him and comfort him.

His underwear was soon ripped off of his body and he felt hands touching everything.

Wooyoung wanted to disappear. He didn't like the feeling of hands on his private parts, nor did he like the feeling of hands anywhere on his body. It was worse than getting beat up because he felt violated rather than being in physical pain.