bloodline. ateez x reader

|16| helpless

San and Yeosang left the attic to give you your time alone. You cherished the small moments like these where the killers were anywhere else but where you were. It allowed you time to recollect yourself, your thoughts, and think rationally without the walls you put around yourself.

Thoughts came and entered your head, ideas of what you could've done differently that day to somehow avoid ending up here. You traced all the way back to when your mother died, which initially caused you to move away from your hometown and into the wretched city of     .

Life was going alright. Despite the severe depression her death had deeply plunged you into, you got a job as a waitress in an old American-inspired diner. Tips were great despite being payed minimum, it just enough to rent out a small apartment, which fell apart in more ways than you could count. Like the time one of your floorboards broke off and almost broke your ankle, or the ceiling fan that spun three times before flying off the mount. Obviously it wasn't spectacular, but it was yours.

Your mother wasn't perfect either, but despite her severe gambling addiction she always had room for loving you. Her life had been fucked the moment she met your father, at least, that's what she said. She never talked about him. You only knew two things; his last name and the fact that he left as soon as you were born. So you were given your mother's maiden name instead of his, though your birth certificate says otherwise.

Now you knew the name of that facility Hongjoong was talking about was named after your father. Well, that, or it was just a mere coincidence, but you knew that it wasn't. The world's too small for that.

What  kind of man was he exactly?  Of course you'd heard things about him from your mother's gossiping friends, but none of the stories ever matched up so you decided it wasn't worth your time and took things with a grain of salt. But why would your father have a facility that tested on humans and name it after himself? The whole situation made your head hurt.

You went about your life and tried to make the best out of it, despite having a lack of a father figure, you surrounded yourself with people who made that void feel a little more full.

Exhibit B, your best friend. Or, ex-best friend. You hadn't talked to him since your mother died. You fled your town so fast that nobody was able to check up on you, let alone find you. Being in the same town, the same city that she cherished so much made you sick with remorse and blood-curdling grief. Not that Yeonjun would've been much help. Out of all the years you had known him, he never opened up to you. He was like a mystery that wouldn't unlock. Maybe that was why you liked him so much, it certainly took the stress out of it.

Still, you admired how dangerously carefree he was. Choi Yeonjun's nonchalance was a force to be reckoned with.

Rubbing your eyes, you laid back, your eyes falling to a close as you thought about all the ways your life went wrong. Having been awake since early this morning, a lick of sleep was much needed at this point. Maybe it would help you think clearer when you woke up.

You need answers. You would get them.

Somehow.

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Yeosang came to wake you up the next morning, eyes droopy and sleepy, you barely registered the fact that you were asleep. He smiled softly but wiped it off his face before you could see. You sat up with a quiet grunt, rubbing the drowsiness off of your face. "If you sleep any longer, Aurora, you'll miss breakfast."

"Who cares." You muttered and brushed a few pieces of hair behind your ear, looking over to him and frowning. "Yeosang..."

"Sorry," He reached over and put the handcuff around your wrist. "Captain's orders."