Rubatosis | San mafia au

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 9

𝕐/𝕟'𝕤 ℙ𝕆𝕍:

Ateez's absence carried on for the rest of the week. It worried me sick, eventually I had texted Hongjoong but received no answer. Johnny was annoyed at how zoned out I was, but the only thing I could focus on was Ateez. For some reason, the idea of something bad happening to them made me upset and sent me down a spiral.

The next Monday, I walked to my locker and pulled out my books. Johnny walked up to me and turned me around. "What's on your mind? You've been quiet all morning." I shook my head, signaling that I didn't feel like talking about it. "Talk to me Y/n." I sighed. "I'm worried about Ateez." Johnny gave me a look, one that I didn't quite appreciate. "Ateez?" I nodded. "Yes, and I know you guys aren't close anymore but-" he cut me off. "We were never close." His voice was a bit more cold this time. "They've been gone for a week, no one's answering my texts. For all I know they could all be dead and I-'' He cut me off again. "You texted them?" I realized I had messed up by telling him that. "Why the hell did you text them?" I started to get worked up, he was angry now. "I was just worried and I wanted to know if they were okay." Johnny had nothing to say anymore, he just stared at me, his anger spilling from his pores at this point.

Something caught my eye. I turned to look down the rows of lockers, to see San. He was getting into his books, his posture sloppy and awkward. He looked like he was in pain. Johnny looked over as well, and stopped me when I tried walking over to San. I pulled out of his grip. "Y/n, don't you dare." I scoffed, turning around to face him. "Who do you think I am? I'll talk to who I feel like." I knew I would pay for those words later, but I needed to know he was okay. I don't know why. I stopped when I was next to him. His face was bruised, and he had a couple bandages across his right arm. I knew he saw me, but he acted like I didn't exist. "What happened?" I stammered, nervous. He didn't answer. Instead, he ignored me, closing his locker and walking the other direction. I looked across to the other set of lockers, Hongjoong and Wooyoung, they were both beat up. I walked up to Hongjoong and asked him what happened.

He actually acknowledged my existence, not by a lot, but it was something. He looked at me and sighed. "Don't worry about it." He walked off. Wooyoung spoke up quietly, "We got into a fight. Everyone is fine, we're just a little beat up." He explained. "What? With who? When-" Wooyoung spoke before I could finish, "I can't tell you any more."

His brows furrowed before he brought his hand up to my jaw, tilting my head to the side. I was confused for a second, but then it hit me. The marks. I stopped wearing the turtle neck, I figured they weren't as noticeable anymore. But to him, they probably stuck out like a sore thumb. I backed away, immediately covering my neck. Johnny stormed over and pulled me away from him. Wooyoung looked disappointed, he put his hands up in surrender before walking away.

Johnny grabbed onto my arm and started pulling me in whatever direction, I pulled my arm away from him. "Stop!" Everyone in the halls heard me, but I was infuriated and stressed. I could care less what they thought of me. Johnny turned around, shocked that I would yell at him. Wooyoung, who was just walking away, had also stopped and turned around to see what was going on. "Y/n, you need to chill out-"

"No! What I need is to be by myself. I can't think when I'm like this and you aren't helping!" I stormed out of the building. I was headed to my house. I haven't been to my house since Johnny and I got together. And right now I needed to be in my own space. I walked in awkwardly and sat down at my bed. It was such a peaceful place I was forced to leave. If only I had never witnessed NCT. Things would be a whole lot easier.