Their Maid // Ateez ff

Chapter 5: The reveal

I wake up in my new bed with a large t shirt on and some baskeball shorts that aren't mine and can already feel my head pounding from my crying last night.

I look over at the time and see it's 6 am, so I get up, wash my face and make my hair look less like a birds nest and walk down towards the kitchen. The guys should be getting up soon for practice, so I should make them something light, since they have to jump around for hours and hour–

FUCK. 

SOMEONE PICKED ME UP FROM THE FLOOR, REMOVED MY CLOTHES, PUT ME IN DIFFERENT CLOTHES, AND LEFT ME ALONE IN MY BED.

Bad daddy. 

Never leave a craving sub alone.

I walk down the hallway towards the kitchen, my thoughts racing faster than my feet. The events from last night flash through my mind–the intensity with San, the overwhelming emotions I couldn't control, the feeling of losing myself in the tension.

But it wasn't just that.

Someone–no, multiple someones–saw me in that vulnerable state. They picked me up, changed my clothes, and put me in bed. The idea of it both mortifies and confuses me. Did they see how far I'd slipped into subspace? Did they know?

And worse–did they like it?

My hands shake a little as I start grabbing ingredients for breakfast. I need to focus on something other than the lingering embarrassment. I pull out some eggs, start prepping a light stir-fry, and try to steady my breathing. I grab the rice from last night along with some vegetables. 

The soft sound of footsteps pulls me from my thoughts, and I look up just in time to see Yeosang entering the kitchen, his expression calm but slightly cautious. His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, there's an awkward silence between us.

"Morning," I mumble, keeping my focus on the food, trying to act like nothing's wrong.

"Morning." His voice is soft, almost gentle, as he moves to lean against the counter across from me, crossing his arms. I can feel his eyes on me, watching, assessing.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, his tone measured. It's like he's waiting for me to break, to admit something, but I'm not sure I even know what he's asking.

"I'm fine," I say quickly, too quickly. "Just a little tired."

Yeosang's eyes narrow just slightly, and I can tell he's not buying it. He shifts his weight and then says, "I, uh... helped you to bed last night."

My heart skips a beat. Shit. So he's the one. But there's something else in his voice, something careful, like he's leaving room for me to ask the right questions.

"I was pretty out of it, huh?" I ask, trying to keep the mood light, but my stomach twists at the idea of how vulnerable I must have seemed. "Did... did you see–"

"Don't worry," he interrupts softly, his gaze dropping for a second. "I didn't do anything weird. Seonghwa helped me too."

I freeze for a moment, processing his words. Seonghwa too? That familiar flutter of embarrassment creeps up my neck, my mind flashing to the tension from earlier in the bathroom with him. The thought of both of them seeing me like that—so helpless, so needy—makes my pulse race.

"I–" I start to speak but stop, unsure of what to say. There's so much I want to ask, so much I need to know. "I didn't... say anything weird, did I?" I ask, feeling my face heat up at the thought of what might've slipped out while I was slipping.

Yeosang's lips twitch slightly, a faint smile that's almost kind. "You were... quiet. Just a lot of crying," he admits, his voice soft. "We didn't want to leave you alone like that, but after you calmed down, we thought it'd be better to let you rest."