ATEEZ HEIST [18+ Yunho/Mingi Fanfic]

Chapter 17 - Dream or Nightmare

I awoke in the middle of the night completely parched. I needed some water or else there was no way that I was falling asleep. Yunho's arms were still wrapped around my naked body. He was fast asleep and I didn't dare wake him, so I carefully slipped out from his arms. I put on Yunho's black t-shirt that was lying on the bedroom floor and made my way out the door. I walked down the hallway towards the stairs but stopped when I heard something strange.

I put my ear to one of the wooden doors and heard someone's voice come from inside. Being to curious to resist, I opened the door just barely so I could see inside. It was another bedroom, decorated in black and red. I could see someone was moving around in the bed and talking in their sleep, but I couldn't see who it was, so I crept in a little further.

"Uhg...I said I'm sorry...just leave me alone." He mumbled beneath his breath.

Suddenly he started thrashing violently and shrieking, "Stop it! Stop hitting me! Get off... GET OFF OF ME!"

He rolled off of his bed, the impact with the floor making him conscious but not totally awake. I finally saw Jongho, in a sleepy trance, rush over to me. I tried to run back to the door but he grabbed on to me and brought me into... a hug? I had no idea what to do.

"Eomma? Eomma, he was hitting me again. Why can't we leave..." he murmured. I stood as still as a rock in his embrace. His head suddenly snapped up, into complete awareness. He leapt back, staring at the look of shock on my face.

"What are you doing here? Why the hell are you in my room?!" He suddenly turned into the Jongho with whom I was more familiar.

"I heard you having a nightmare, I just wanted to see if everything was okay..." I couldn't make eye contact but I could feel his furious gaze.

"You tell no one about this, you hear me? GET THE YELL OUT OF MY ROOM Y/N! He rose his voice.

I ran out of his room back into the hallway. My breathing was heavy.

What the hell was that? Why did he think I was his mother?

I got my water and made my way back to Yunho's room. He was still fast asleep, so I slowly climbed back in next to him, without shifting the bed too much. I slowly drifted into slumber, but I couldn't help but wonder about Jongho's nightmare.

~ Morning ~

My eyes slid open to the bright morning sun gliding through the windows. Yunho was still asleep on his back, while I had cuddled up next to him using his chest as a pillow. It still amazed me how he could switch between being sweet soft Yunho and dark sexy Yunho. Looking at his tousled hair and squishy pink cheeks, he was definitely the softest boi when he was asleep. I couldn't help but to reach up to his face and softly poke his cheek. It squished ever so slightly making me smile.

"Y/N, why did you just poke my face?" The sleepy deep voice scared me. I moved my hand away, not knowing which version of Yunho to expect. His eyes opened slowly.

"I...I thought you were asleep." I tried to get up out of bed, but he just pulled me right back in, turning the tables and cupping my cheeks in his hands instead.

"Ahh, you're so cute." He cooed. He leaned in and placed a small kiss on my lips. My heart fluttered a little.

Suddenly there was a loud bang on the door. San's voice soon followed, "Yunho, Y/N, breakfast is ready! Wooyoung cooked!"

"Come on Y/N, you can't miss Wooyoung's pancakes." He hugged me tightly one more time before we both got up for breakfast.

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