Ateez oneshots

Didn't mean to - Wooyoung (Vampire au)

 "Ahh... Mmm... Mmmhmm."

Wooyoung moaned and moaned, lying on the cold floor, alone. It hurt. God, it hurt so much. He moaned again as pain shuddered over his body. How had he let it get this far, he was usually so responsible about this.

He was in so much pain he'd lost the ability to move much more than his chest as it rose and fell brokenly. He couldn't even curl into a ball, but just lay there on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

Someone help me. Seonghwa, Yunho, please, Hongjoong, anyone, please help me.

He moaned again, loud and desperate. His weak muscles seized and he screwed his eyes shut. It was days like this where he wished he could just die. But no, he would lie here alone, his body falling to its worst possible state, and he wouldn't die, he would live, in pain, forever.

He almost cried.

He couldn't help his thoughts going there when he was in this much pain. It wasn't true of course, he didn't live alone, someone would find him eventually, but in the pain Wooyoung's mind got fuzzy and he lost track of reason. That's what made these moments so bad.

He moaned once again, pitched and louder than any of them before. He was desperate. Even if he would be in pain for another hour or even another day, he at least didn't want to be alone.

His wish came true when he heard the door to his room open. His vision was fuzzy as he saw the shape of a boy poke their head through the door.

"Hay, is everything alri- Wooyoung!"

Oh god, no, not him, literally anyone but him.

Wooyoung moaned, more with frustration than pain, but he couldn't do anything about it.

San dropped to his knees next to him. Now that he was closer Wooyoung could make out the worried expression as San waved his hands in the air not knowing what to do.

"Oh my god, Woo, what happened? What's wrong?" San's sweet voice panicked.

Wooyoung shut his eyes. Seriously, why him? Fate was being particularly cruel to him today.

Then the pain came back. He tilted his head back a little as it was actually somehow worse than before. He didn't so much as moan this time but yell. It hurt so much, and the sweet innocent boy beside him was making it so much worse.

Wooyoung tried to turn away from him, rolling onto his side with his back to the boy. He felt a hand squeeze his shoulder as San leaned closer, not understanding that Wooyoung wanted to get further away from him.

He could practically smell the poor boy. So sweet, so pure, he would taste so good.

Fuck, what am I thinking?

His body didn't like that. Searing, raging, red hot pain tore through every muscle and twisted his stomach, and Wooyoung screamed. His body retaliated from being denied it's instincts and the perfectly fresh young human now leaning over him.

"Oh my god, Wooyoung, what's wrong? Oh my god, what do I do?" San was fully panicking now. He couldn't blame him. For all he knew his friend was dying right before his eyes. It sure sounded like it.

He balled his hands into fists, digging his nails into his palms. But he could barely feel that pain when the rest of his body was so much worse. Actual tears were escaping down his face now. Well, now he's never going to get San to go away, the boy cared way to much to leave when his friend was crying. But maybe...

He literally needed any of the other members, if San could call for help, they'd know what to do and be able to keep San away.

He tried to lift his head and look over at the boy. His eyes barely opened to slits and his vision was so blurred out he couldn't really make out anything but fuzzy shapes. His body seized none the less though when he saw the bright pink hair and the vague shape of the only human in the group. He wanted him so bad. Well, his body did.