Iris field • woosan

Three.

A loud knock on his door made him jump in his bed. He looked at the time on his phone: it was still 6AM. His alarm would go off not before two hours. He sat still, waiting. Maybe he just dreamed it, he was about to go back to sleep when the same loud knock was heard once again. What the fuck? He tought as he stood up, wobbling to the door. It's too early...

He didn't even ask but just opened the door revealing, to his surprise, a half sleepy Hongjoong still wearing his pajama, looking straight at him with fierce eyes.

"If you had a nightmare go cuddle with Seonghwa and let me sleep, hyung!" San didn't even greet him but cut it short.

He was about to close the door but Hongjoong stopped him, his movements fast and completly awake despite his puffy eyes, "Yah! I came to wake you up, not to cuddle, you dumbass!" he whispered-shouted.

"Wake me up? It's fucking six in the morning, we won't be at the office before nine!" he complained.

"We're not skipping breakfast this morning, all right? Not a chance. I'm not gonna stand his disappointed glare anymore, so -" he pushed the door open walking inside San's room, "Now you go take a shower, I'll pick your clothes for you!"

San just pouted and followed Hongjoong inside, grumbling silently "The things you do for love..." but he didn't complain much, taking a clean towel and walking to the bathroom.

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Wooyoung was a light sleeper and he had never been more thankful for it when loud bangs on the next door woke him up from his dream. Heavy breath and sweated he blinked his eyes couple of times before realizing where he was. The comfortable white room was starting to enlighten with the rising sun raylights coming in from the open shutters.

It was just a dream. I'm safe here. He whispered to himself, his body still rigid under the weight of the nightmare. He could still feel them. Those hands. Lingering on his body. Holding him still, unable to escape from the burning pain. Touching. Violating. He shivered under the blankets, still unable to move. He hugged his knees to his chest trying to push that horrible feeling away but it was getting worse. The pain was there, burning through his skin, every second deeper, suffocating. He felt sully, ruined, broken in his every part.

"No more, p-please. I-I want this no more" he whispered in hiccups, trying to push all the bad memories away, back where they belonged. And then he heard them again, the loud knocks.

He tried his best to focus on the noises he could hear from the next room, a door opening, silent sleepy whispers, feet moving, more whispers. His body felt heavy, but focusing on the outside noises he could finally move, snap out of the slump that was swallowing him whole. Blankets off, feet on the cold floor, he felt he could breath again, the chilly temperature helping him to feel better.

"I'm safe here. I can do this" he repeated as to ground himself even more as he went on, trying to build a routine of some sort.

Undress, turn on the shower, hot water on the skin, get dry, dress again. And now? The whispers were gone, the silence filling the spaces. It was still early but he decided to try his luck: maybe Seonghwa-hyung is up, he thought as he exited his room not before checking the long corridor to confirm it empty and silent. He left his room: the more he got close to the kitchen the more lively the house felt. He could hear soft noises coming from behind the closed door, he knocked on the wooden surface a couple of times before he opened it silently.

Seonghwa was there, black button up shirt tucked inside black skinny trousers and a white, super cute, maid apron to protect his elegant outfit as he was chopping the breakfast ingredients. Wooyoung couldn't help but smile at that funny view and approached the older who had turned to face him.