Vigilantes AU
Genre: Drama, Angst, Light Comedy
Pairing: ATEEZ x Reader
Y/N Pronouns: Not Specified
Summary: Vigilante work has been outlawed, thus sending nine prominent vigilantes either into retirement or into lower ground and, while some abide b...
TW: Language, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Descriptions of Blood, Minor Character Death Mention, Gun Use, Knife Use
Word Count: 7.3K
Notes: I FINALLY FINISHED THIS ONE DAMN JDSHFKDJSFJFJDSJ
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"Has he eaten yet?" Mingi asks you in a whisper. You both stood outside of the med bay of the warehouse, Yunho had kickstarted the power there again as soon as you, Mingi, and Yeosang had rolled up with a half-dead Changbin in tow. Wooyoung's expression was unreadable when you did so, but the one thing that remained true was that he hasn't left his side since.
"No, I don't think so," you shook your head. "Any word from Hongjoong?"
"Nope, he's still out with his unit," Mingi confirms. He crosses his arms. "He's going to be there all night, I already know. I already called a friend of mine for a favor but... I don't know, (Y/N). Be honest, do you think he'll make it?"
"He should, I didn't hit anywhere vital... I think," you swallowed harshly. You didn't, you know you didn't.
"How was Jisung?"
"Eh, he left, that's all that matters," you shrugged. You turned away. "Yeosang, how are the others doing?" You sat next to the boy at the control center. He pulled up the tracker screen.
"Well, this cluster here is Hongjoong and Jongho, and this one is Seonghwa, San, and Yunho. Looks like they're both en route."
"Will those two be fine?"
"I'm sure they will," Yeosang looks over his shoulder to Wooyoung. "I've never seen that guy run so fast..."
"That is his best friend," you shrugged and picked up your uniform, it had gotten tattered during your run in with the Charlatans. You walked over to one of the cabinets, hoping that not too much has changed since you last came here, and pulled it open. Inside were basic uniform repair items. A sewing machine was on the bottom shelf and above it were varying colors of threads alongside different sizes of needles. On the next shelf up were different common colored fabrics rolled neatly to fit the small space, and the next shelf was in a similar state. The final two top shelves had sheets of metals, screws, and tools for the more technical uniforms. You grabbed the basic needle and thread and sat down next to Yeosang, getting to work patching the few small holes on the uniform. "How's it going?"
"Slow," Yeosang looks at the broken half of the mask. "Whoever made it is good with tech, I'll give them that." Your phone rang next to you.
"Hello," you placed the phone on your shoulder while you finished patching up the uniform.
"(Y/N)! It's Sana! Remember me?"
"Oh, yeah! Hey, what's up?" The familiar voice brought a smile to your face.
"Jisung called, he said that you had someone who needed help? I could probably squeeze him into my shifts at the hospital, private room and all."
