ATEEZ ONESHOTS [BXB]

-"Do You Hear That?" 2 -

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A dull throbbing pulsed in Wooyoung's skull as his consciousness crept back. The world around him was a haze, the kind where reality seemed to hover just out of reach. Shapes and colors swirled in a fog, refusing to form anything coherent. He lay still, disoriented, as fragments of a chaotic memory flitted through his mind—books whirling through the air, papers torn from desks, furniture crashing, then an abrupt, bone-jarring impact that had plunged him into darkness.

A groan escaped his lips as he squinted, trying to make sense of the harsh light piercing through his closed eyelids. Slowly, his surroundings began to take shape, blurring from a hazy smear into something more distinct. The cold bite of the floor seeped through his clothes, and he became acutely aware of the hardness beneath him, the cool surface amplifying the ache in his body.

He rubbed at his eyes, the motion sluggish and heavy. The room sharpened into focus—still the same classroom, but bathed in an unsettling, dim light that made the familiar space feel foreign. His head throbbed harder, each beat sending a wave of pain through his temples. An attempt to sit up sent a surge of dizziness crashing over him, forcing him back down. He lay there, letting the disjointed images in his mind attempt to form a clearer picture.

After what felt like an eternity, he managed to push himself into a sitting position, teeth clenched against the discomfort. His eyes roamed the room, anxiety clawing at him as the emptiness pressed in. No familiar faces greeted him, no reassuring presence nearby. The silence felt oppressive, broken only by the faint sound of his own unsteady breathing.

He muttered to himself, the words trembling as they left his lips, "Where is everyone?" His hand instinctively went to the sore spot on his head, and the sharp pain that followed made him wince. The ache wasn't just physical; it was the gnawing worry that settled in his chest, growing heavier with each passing second.

Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to stand, his legs shaky beneath him. The room, though now in focus, seemed off—too still, too untouched, as if the chaos that had erupted mere moments ago had never happened. The air was thick with a stale, metallic tang that turned his stomach, feeding the growing unease gnawing at the edges of his mind.

With each step toward the door, his heart beat faster, matching the rhythm of the pounding in his head. His fingers fumbled with the handle, frustration bubbling up as the door refused to give. He tugged harder, his breath hitching, a sense of helplessness creeping in. He could feel the pressure building behind his eyes, the sting of tears threatening to spill as panic began to take hold.

But then, cutting through the suffocating silence, a voice reached him—steady, familiar, grounding. "You know that door won't budge, yet you keep trying?"

Wooyoung froze, the tension within him unraveling slightly. He turned, slowly, and relief washed over him as his eyes landed on Yunho, casually perched on the desk at the front of the room. The sight of his friend was like a lifeline, pulling him back from the edge of panic. The knot in his chest loosened, and for the first time since waking, a small, tentative smile touched his lips. As he moved toward Yunho, the fear that had been tightening its grip on him began to ease, step by step.

A sudden breath caught in Wooyoung's throat as his eyes landed on Yunho. The sight of him was like a lifeline, the flicker of hope that had been eluding him all this time. His feet moved of their own accord, urgency threading each step as he closed the distance between them.

When he finally reached him, Wooyoung's fingers clung to Yunho's shirt, trembling as he buried his face into the familiar fabric. The warmth of Yunho's body, the strong arms wrapping around him, had always been a source of comfort—until now. What started as a gentle embrace quickly turned into something far more sinister. Yunho's arms became an iron vice, squeezing tighter and tighter until Wooyoung could feel his ribs groaning under the pressure.