"aren't you tired?"

"of?"

"of me..."

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you laid on the bed, shamelessly naked between two men, who were also naked. last night was full of pleasure and passion, though it went by so fast. thinking back to it, you can't remember how you got to that point.

you went to get up, but you felt a tug on your ankle. you had a zip tie attached to your ankle and it was chained to the bed. was it bondage? or were they still keeping you hostage.

inaudible sounds came out of bokuto's mouth as he woke up. he tossed and turned till he finally found the power to sit up. he rubbed the crust off his eye and stretched his arms. he gasped when he saw you folded over the frame of the bed.

you fell from trying to take the zip tie off your ankle. bokuto hopped off the bed and hovered over you.

"what are you doing," he said in a monotone voice.

"uh-i fell... did you guys do this on purpose?" you muttered.

"well of course! don't you like getting tied up?" he grabbed your jaw and squeezed your face. "don't you?"

you shook out of his grip and sighed as you nodded.

"you don't remember anything from last night?" kuroo said as he slowly woke up.

"no," you let your face drop to the floor. kuroo then suddenly appeared next to you and cut the zip tie, which startled you.

"relax, y/n," he patted your head then left the room.

bokuto lifted you up for a piggyback ride, then he took you to the closet, grabbed a bag, and handed it to you.

"bokuto?" you looked at him as he was smiling, almost about to jump around the house in excitement. you took out the onesies and observed it. it was soft and blue, there were two.

"one for me, one for you! they didn't have kuroo's size..." bokuto mumbled. "try it out!"

you walked to your room and placed the onesie on, making sure you don't place pressure on bruises.

meanwhile, kuroo was cooking up food while bokuto had quickly put on the onesie. he was like a 5-year-old who had just gotten a new lego set and couldn't wait to open it up. you walked out of the room with the blue onesie and made your way to the living room.

"h-hey..." you gritted as the boys focused their attention on you.

"you better buy me one, bokuto!" kuroo ruffled bokuto's hair and went back to cooking. bokuto ran up to you and hugged you.

"you are so adorable!" he muffled into your neck.

"t-thanks... hey?"

"yeah!?" he shot his head up.

"i'm hungry heh..." you smiled. you were accepting the fact that they weren't going to let you go home... and now you had to make this place your home, cause if you didn't... you would hate yourself for acting as you hated them. and you didn't hate them. you love them?

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you were quietly eating your breakfast, as the two boys were scrolling on their phones.

you continued to eat... all of a sudden... everything around you... movements, time, words became slower. your started to poke your food and got frustrated when you couldn't scoop up the rice. you dropped the spoon on the plate causing a loud clack sound. you could hear your breathing and feel how slow your chest went up and down as you breathed in and out.

you saw a tear drop to the table, which caused you to bawl your eyes out. you didn't know who you were anymore, you didn't feel anything. you were almost numb. you knew they loved you but you didn't understand. you didn't feel it.

bokuto rushed over to you as kuroo became furious. he didn't like your outbursts, one thing he hated. he was mad that you would still be upset when you were with them. he doesn't expect you to be perfect but he does expect perfect behavior. kuroo clenched his phone tighter as he watched you have a scene.

"bokuto... kuroo..." you muttered out as you struggled to breathe.

"yes? what's wrong, princess?" he tried to comfort you. you sniffled.

"aren't you tired...?"

"of?"

"of me?..." your voice was so empty. kuroo's heart sank when he heard your question.

"why would we?" kuroo said.

"because... i'm a handful... and you guys probably don't even want to put up with me..."