The sins Ateez x Yeosang

04

      Yeosang's pov

    I woke up later that night, my pulse quick and my chest aching. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I remembered that night I was used.

   I sobbed loudly and covered my face as I remembered San was sleeping beside me. San jolted awake and gazed at me with worried eyes.

   "I'm fine," I lied, my tears still falling. San noticed my fib and wiped my tears gently. He silently pulled me to his chest as he rubbed my back.

   "Let it out, Yeosangie. You're safe with me, I'll protect you." San whispered in my ear. I hiccuped into his chest as sobs wracked my frail form. My hands weakly held onto his biceps.

"I was- I was so scared, Sannie. I couldn't do anything to stop them, to be left alone. I still have the body scars I made to take away the pain of their hickeys." I explained and covered my thighs shamefully. San locked my hands in his own.

"Don't ever be ashamed of yourself, Yeosang. We won't judge you for anything. Anything." San smiled at me sweetly. He then furrowed his eyebrows cutely.

"Can I see them?" He asked. I froze up remembering the fresh ones littering my thighs among the old and fading scars. I shakily nodded my head and stood up from the bed. I turned my back to him.

"Please don't hate me." I mumbled and weakly pulled the drawstring of my sweatpants loose. I dropped my pants and turned to face him, my cheeks red with embarrassment.

San gazed at my thighs silently for a moment. I bowed my head in shame and covered the scars and my crotch with my hands. I turned away again.

San walked up behind me and placed his hands on my thighs from behind. He gently rubs up and down them soothingly. He sweetly kissed my neck.

I leaned my head over to give him more access, just enjoying the feeling of another person showing physical affection. He continued to kiss along my neck slowly, not knowing if I was fully okay with it. I nodded my head quickly.

"I know we just met, but please don't stop. I can feel your excitement." I groaned and played with his hair. His lips attached themselves to my neck and continued to kiss or suck as he went along.

"Are you sure you want this? I don't want you to feel like I used you." San spoke worriedly, halting all actions.

"Keep going, I want you. I feel like I've known you forever, despite us meeting yesterday." I spoke and captured his lips in my own. A jolt of electricity surged through my being as we kissed.

We heard a loud whine.

"Dang it, San." Wooyoung whined as he gazed over San and I, both stood in only our boxers, his hands on my thighs and mine in his hair.

"I'm supposed to be the lustful one! It's my sin!" Wooyoung pouted. I thought to myself for a minute.

"Hey, San?" I asked.

"Yes?"

"What If Wooyoung joined?" I asked, a teasing smirk on my lips. Wooyoung looked at San, the same smirk on his lips.

"Yeah, Sannie, what if I joined? I do know you best.."

"If Yeosang is okay with it, I will be." San nodded his head slowly. I smiled before a different pair of lips encased my own once more.

The next morning, I awoke with two pairs of arms around my waist. I remembered the events of last night and sat up quickly, falling back when my hips hurt.

   I started to cry, hating myself for my own decisions. I hated myself for showing my scars. I hated myself for letting San and Wooyoung have me. I hated myself for letting myself be so easy, just because a guy showed kindness about my body.

   San and Wooyoung both woke up, immediately worried seeing my tears. I quickly wiped away my tears and gave them the fake smile I wore so well.

   "Good morning!" I choked out, my smile still on my lips, even as the tears fell from my brown eyes. San gently pets my cocoa hair.

   "What's wrong, Yeosangie? Were we too rough? Here, take these ibuprofen Hongjoong brought up." I took the pills from San's palm and the glass of water and swallowed them.

   "No, it's not physical pain, it's my own stupidity. Now you both can leave, you got what you wanted, go. God, I'm such a whore." I sobbed into my palms, my eyes started to get puffy from the tears. San and Wooyoung both hugged me from my sides.

   "Hey, calm down, baby. We aren't leaving you alone, especially not after love. That's not how any of us are, Yeosangie. But, the rest may be jealous that we already had you." San calmed me down sweetly. I leaned my head on his bare shoulder.

   "Why would they be jealous? We just met—"

   "No, Yeosang, we met you before at a college party. It was about two years ago, and we met you. You were sweet, but drunk off of your rocker, so you prob probably don't remember it, but we do. We remember meeting you clearly enough that we all started to crush on you," Wooyoung mumbled softly, nervously. I furrowed my eyebrows.

   "Then was I just a tap and run? Was I brought here just so you guys could have sex with me when you felt like it?" I teared up again, my heart aching dully in my chest. I laughed dryly and stood up from the bed. The pain in my hips was less than that in my heart.

   I staggered to pull on a pair of my boxers from my suitcase and a sweater. I gave the pair a somber smile and left the room tearfully. I was pulled back into the room, the door slammed closed behind me. San kissed me sweetly.

   "No, Yeosang. We didn't bring you here to be like a sex doll, not at all. We didn't even bring you here in the first place! You chose this house to live in, not knowing the friggen Seven Deadly Sins lived here. It was fate, Yeosang, bringing the seven of us to you, for you to finally pick your sin." Wooyoung said once San pulled away.

   "Why me? There were dozens of people at the parties I've been to! Couldn't you have picked one a little less, I don't know, depressed?" I asked. They looked at me sadly.

   "We picked you because you're the only one who can.. tame us if you will. You will learn to be happier, and we will have the one who can control us, keep us in line." San smiled sweetly, his arms around my waist.

   "How are you going to make me happy, when not even I can?"