HALA HALA Ateez Wooyoung fan fiction

Chapter 8:

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Time skip:

I woke up with a flinch, but Wooyoung had his hand on my shoulder. He looked tired and I could hear rumbles of thunder.

"We've only been asleep for a few hours, but you were moving a lot and woke me up," he says before yawning. I frowned and nodded before I noticed I was under the covers. He frowned before putting his hand on my forehead. It was nice and cool.

"You're burning up. Probably because you played in the cold rain," he says while sitting on the edge of the bed while moving his hand. I took his hand before putting it on my cheek, since it felt nice. He didn't move his hand and I started feeling sleepy. I realized he was making me sleepy, but it felt different from the last time he made me fall asleep before we practiced making myself a hologram and back.

'Wooyoung, what do you tell me when I feel like giving up?' I think before yawning. His eyes widened.

"Oh uh.. Never give up?" he says, not sounding too sure of himself. I frowned and nodded slightly.

"Try sleeping some more," he says while putting his thumb on my temple. I shook my head and pushed his hand away, making him frown.

'I have to use the bathroom...' I think. He nodded before he went back over to his bed.

"Sorry," he says as I got out of bed before I went into the bathroom.

After I was done in the bathroom, there was a loud boom before the lights went out. I gasped and ran over to Wooyoung's bed.

"Seven, you can light the room up with your power," he says as I felt around for him before he took my hand. I sighed before the light in the bathroom came back on.

"And the power is back on, get back in bed," he says while letting go of my hand. I crawled over him instead, and he sighed.

"You can't sleep in my bed," he says as I get under the covers. I shook my head before laying down.

"Fine, only tonight and you're explaining to the others why," he says while laying down facing me. I nodded and rolled over to face him. He sighed.

"There's a reason why we nag you or seem mean at times, we also weren't trying to leave you. We know the world isn't for people like you, Seven, so we are trying to prepare you. Do you understand? I know I said before I would try being nice to you, but we haven't had much time to hang out," he says quietly. I frowned.

'What do you mean? We would hang out in my head almost everyday. Also what do you mean by people like me?' I think. He sighed and put his hand on my head lightly.

"I..I meant like not working or practicing. And you're innocent. Most people except children aren't these days. So us being a little rude, or harsh with you, or nagging you is our way of preparing you for the real world. Your new friend who could speak sign language to you might seem nice, but you never really know who your true friends are until the bad ones stab you in the back," he says quietly.

'Oh. But you're my friend and you wouldn't do that, right?' I think.

"You really think of me as your friend? Or was that because of the drugs messing with your head when we were in prison?" he asks. I shook my head no slightly, but he didn't move his hand.

'I don't think it was because of the drugs, but I feel like I can trust you guys, even if you don't trust me. That's why you and the guys are my friends. I could probably go anywhere I want and no one could stop me, but I'd rather be with you...' I think. He looked away slightly as his face turned pink in the dim light.