New Beginning and Future

Chapter 47: The Aftermath of Ruin

Summary: The morning after a night filled with intensity and passion leaves Yao absolutely wrecked, sore in places she didn't know existed, and ready to murder a very smug and peacefully sleeping Lu Sicheng. Struggling to walk and refusing to acknowledge anyone with more than a death glare, Yao shuffles into the common room wearing his hoodie and the full weight of her wrath. One look from her has the entire ZGDX team—Yue mid-sip, Pang mid-bite, Lao K and Lao Mao mid-regret—frozen in place, recognizing that they are witnessing a new level of danger that eclipses even their captain at his worst.

Overprotective: ZGDX
Overprotective/Possessive/territorial: Chessman
Chessman is literally his own warning when it concerns his girl

Notes:

Author's Note: Next Chapter has arrived for you lovely people!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Forty-Five

The next morning, Yao woke up sore, tired, and utterly ruined and it was entirely his fault.

She let out a slow, low groan, her body protesting every single movement, muscles aching in places she hadn't even realized she had, and her thighs absolutely screaming in exhaustion. Her first thought was that she was going to kill Sicheng. Her second thought was that she was never moving again.

Shifting slightly beneath the covers, she bit back another groan, glaring at the damn Devil Spawn lying beside her, looking completely at peace, his breath steady, his arms still loosely draped over her waist as if he had no idea the absolute damage he had caused her last night. Slowly, carefully, because every part of her body hated her right now, she pushed his arm off and rolled out of bed, her feet hitting the floor with difficulty as she took a deep breath.

Everything hurt.

Everything.

"Fucking Devil Spawn." she muttered under her breath, forcing herself to stand, ignoring the way her legs threatened to buckle, her entire body shouting at her in protest. She was not dealing with practice today. She was not dealing with any of them today. She was going to the damn couch, curling up with her cats, and staying there until further notice. Moving as slowly as possible, she grabbed one of Sicheng's hoodies, pulling it over her head before making her way out of the room, ignoring the soreness that burned through her every step. The second she stepped into the common area, the entire team paused.

Yue, already nursing his coffee, lifted an eyebrow.

Pang, who had been mid-bite of his breakfast, froze, his fork hovering over his plate.

Lao Mao and Lao K exchanged one glance, silently trying to decide if they should risk saying anything.

Rui, rubbing his temples, let out a slow exhale, already knowing exactly what had happened just from the way she walked in.

Yao ignored them all, moving toward the couch with slow, measured movements, her face completely unreadable, her dark eyes sharp, lethal, promising absolute destruction to anyone who dared to open their mouths. The entire room went silent, the atmosphere dropping to something heavy, something dangerous.

Because Yao was giving them a look.

And not just any look. It was a look so dark, so cold, so utterly lethal, that it made every single person in that room second-guess their existence entirely. A look so much worse than anything Sicheng had ever given them in his worst moods, a look that made them question every single choice that had led them to this moment, that made them reconsider breathing in her presence.