The sins Ateez x Yeosang

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Yeosang's pov

    "Not in front of the others." I mumbled embarrassed. San held onto my hips firmly.

"Why? Shouldn't they know—"

"I'm embarrassed! Especially about my body and my scars." I pouted as my eyes watered. I hated my scars. They reminded me daily of the pair that used me.

But now I have a pair that love me, right? I have a pair that care about me and how I feel. They say they do, let's hope this proves true.

   "Aw, don't be ashamed, baby. You could be covered head to toe in scars and we would still love you." Wooyoung smiled and kissed my hand. I blushed as he made eye contact with me.

   "I can't help it! I made them, and there's so many of them! I hate them so much." I whined, my eyes tearful. San kissed away the tear that fell down my cheek. I smiled weakly at him.

   "Baby, we don't mind your scars. They're part of you, and I love every part of you. Every part." San winked jokingly at me. I laughed and nodded at him.

"You dirty—" San cut me off by kissing my lips. I pulled away and pouted.

"Aww don't pout, you know I can't stop myself from giving in— okay. Scold me." San sighed. I smiled widely and whacked his chest.

"Don't talk so dirty about me in public, San! You either Wooyoung, Mingi! It's not right." I explained heatedly, my cheeks red with embarrassment.

"Fine, we'll keep bedroom talk in the bedroom." Wooyoung smiled. I nodded my head.

"And bathroom talk in the bathroom." Mingi laughed. I blushed darker remembering this morning.

"Keep all dirty talk where it happened and no where else! Please!" I whined. They all complied. I smiled thankfully at the trio.

"So you really are dating two and screwing another?" Seonghwa asked loudly, making sure the others heard him.

"Stay out of this, Seonghwa. Who I have sexual contact with and date is none of your business anyways." I commented and stayed close to my three boys.

"I just think it's bad you can't choose one. Shouldn't a relationship be between two people?" Seonghwa asked, his arms crossed. I scoffed.

"We are all consenting adults, Seonghwa. What we do together still isn't any of your business. Why are you so curious?" I asked as I leaned into San's chest. San wrapped his arms around my shoulders and placed his hands over my stomach.

"I'm not curious I'm disgusted you couldn't choose just one." Seonghwa smiled. Hongjoong laid a hand on his shoulder.

   "Seonghwa, get off of his back, man. When we met him, we wanted nothing more than to make him happy. What changed?" Hongjoong asked. Seonghwa scoffed and slapped Hongjoong's hand away roughly.

   "What changed is— ack!" Seonghwa exclaimed as I yanked him upward with my good arm. I pulled him down to my level and glared coldly at him.

   "Why are you so damn mean? What messed with you so bad you have to fuck with everyone else's happiness?" I exclaimed. I heard a few gasps from my choice of colorful adjectives. He pulled my hand away from his collar just as roughly.

   "Kid, don't come into my life and question me. I am how I am and that's how it'll stay. I'm- I'm jealous, okay? I like you too, but you've already seemingly picked your boys." Seonghwa mumbled.

"Maybe if you had been nicer you could have changed my mind. Well, maybe not, as I like San and Wooyoung both currently. You know, they say you'll always be attached to your first love, and I guess they're right." I smiled just as fake at him. He huffed and looked away from me.

"They were your first?" Jongho asked. I nodded my head shyly. He pouted cutely at me.

"Aww don't pout, Jongho." I leaned forward and tousled his hair. He smiled at me through his now messy bangs.

"So you would really give your first time to San and Wooyoung? Why them?" Seonghwa asked, visibly confused.

   "San made me feel less insecure about the scars on my legs, and Wooyoung walked in as we were kissing, so he joined in. We all three consented, so we made love." I smiled shyly as I looked down at my legs. I grimaced as the let sight was seared into my brain.

   "Why are you insecure about your body? It's beautiful." Seonghwa commented. I blushed despite my eyes filling with tears.

   "I made them out of hatred that I let those two rape me without fighting hard. I made the scars on my body form, and they won't go away." I cried hard into San's chest. San rubbed my back as Wooyoung rubbed my thighs.

    "I hate them so much." I sobbed as I weakly held San's shirt in my fists. San held my nape softly.

   "I know you do, baby, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry you can't see what Woo and I see." San whispered in my ear.

   "What do you see that I don't?" I asked tearfully. My tears soaked his neck where I laid my head.

   "We see a boy who is strong. We see a boy who has lived through hell, but still keeps fighting. We see a boy who is trying to love himself, but is hurting. We see you." Wooyoung smiled sweetly and played with my hair. I smiled in content through my tears.

   "Thank you." I cried softer this time. San rubbed my back soothingly. He kissed my head, then pulled my face away from his neck.

    He gently wiped away the tears on my face with his sweater sleeve. I closed my eyes and let him dry my eyes too. He kissed my lips slowly.

   "I love you." San confessed. I smiled awkwardly at him before he shook his head and kissed me again.