Deja Vu // Ateez

thirty

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"Yeosang!"

The blonde didn't care if the roof was falling apart, he didn't care if he stepped on something that could hurt him, all he was set on was getting to Seonghwa.

After seeing Yuri, the blonde made a b-line straight at him.

"No! Yeosang, stay back!" Namjoon shouted.

But the second he saw Yuri point her gun at Seonghwa, he didn't even know it was possible to run as fast as he did.

Time slowed for the younger, all of his surroundings blurred around Seonghwa. It was just him and Yeosang.

He remembers the first time he ever met Seonghwa, how he was to afraid to even look him in the eyes because Yeosang was used to the hatred looks, but Seonghwa never gave him one. The older was his anchor, his balance, his life.

His home.

Imaginations of Seonghwa's dead body laying before him, and the younger running straight to him took over his vision. The blonde felt a cold liquid fall on his cheeks, just that thought alone made him panic even more.

"Seonghwa!" He yelled out, he could feel his throat rip a little, and his voice cracked along with it.

The four we're trying to make their way through the fallen rubble.
But two of them were injured, Yunho had reopened his bullet wounds and San was bleeding out to a new puncture wound.

So Yeosang blocked out the calls at him. They needed him.

He was so close to him.

Reaching his hand out, like their hands were tied to a string that pulled the two together, it getting shorter by the second.

Just a few more steps.

Just a few.

A few.

Yeosang let out a scream as he felt his entire body seize up. Falling to the ground, the blonde felt ringing in his ear, his eyesight filled with dust and the loud yelling around him faded in and out.

Unfamiliar hands grabbed him by the arms, and his world started to spin as he was lifted up.

Yeosang's head limped to the side, looking at Seonghwa before he knocked out.

"YEOSANG!"

Seonghwa couldn't even describe the rage he was feeling when Yuri pulled the trigger and tase his Yeosang.

Yuri didn't even seem fazed by it, her sucking grin stayed on her lips as she started to walk closer to them. She stopped by Yeosang, tsking at him before snapping her fingers. "Take him."

"No!" Seonghwa pounced forward, stepping over debris. He steps grew heavy, and his breathing became hard as the sense of blood lust drifted in his body.

They touched something that wasn't theirs.

And they were going to pay.

His eyes were set on the one who grabbed Yeosang, the all too familiar platinum blonde hair was something Seonghwa was wanting to rip out.