𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄, ateez

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[001]﹒blood & sea ﹒✩
warnings : 'blood', mentions of alcohol

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Deep grunts echoed through the room, the thumping of hands on bodies loud and uncaring. San stuck his right leg out, catching Ilsung out unexpectedly. The older man chuckled, "You sure have improved since the day you joined." He got up slowly, a bruise had started to form on his left thigh from the force of the hit.

"Well. That is what typically happens when you've been training for ten years," San pointed out as he unwrapped his hands from the wrappings protecting his skin from scabbing — little good it did as somehow he still managed to get small injuries after his training sessions. He bent down, stretching his body. He often did so when he finished sparring with Ilsung, the old man was ferocious when they fought whether he won or not and it led to him becoming achy and tense after.

"So, did you hear what happened?" Ilsung asked casually, eyes drifting around the room to avoid looking at San. He wasn't sure how he'd react to the news, especially when he found out about who it was. San was confusing in that way.

His head shot up, eyes wild in curiosity. Considering how San knew pretty much everything that happened within the facility, the fact that something escaped his notice left him concerned. He was dearly hoping nothing went wrong on Wooyoung's last mission. He and a few others had been directed to take control of a small group of others that were threatening to sell them out to the KNPS and leave no evidence of their existence. It'd been a month since they left — encroaching on a group such as them was incredibly intricate work, no mistakes were allowed.

"What happened? The last mission, the one Agent Jung left on, is everything fine?"

Ilsung smiled. Oh how sweet the two were. They cared for each other quite a lot. He wondered if there was anything that could ever bring them apart, it was as though they were stuck by the hip brought even more closer through similar experiences and age.

"No," he hesitated, "It's Agent Kang."

Almost as soon as he uttered those dreaded four letters did San's eyes turn cold. A cool blank mask blanketed his face, leaving not one hint to his feelings towards Kang. It was well known by many of the higher-ups in 4242 that Agent Kang and Agent Choi despised one another. Far more so than any other person. Everyone else only saw the surface — an apparent amiable air between them. The reason for their hatred was not known, only San and Yeosang and by extension, Wooyoung knew the truth.

"So, what happened?"

"Someone found him laying on the floor in the entrance hall. The report said he looked lifeless, he was barely breathing but there was no obvious sign of injury." It was unsettling. Their headquarters were half above and under ground and only a member of the rebel group would be able to find the entry.

The fact that someone had managed to get the Agent Kang Yeosang was a cause for concern. It meant someone in the building did not have their best interests in heart. Made even more so when realising that Yeosang was perhaps the most talented agent at their disposal, an unparalleled force of nature. And even San knew this. No matter how much he disliked everything about his colleague, that didn't mean he was unable to feel worry to him — especially when he was one of their best agents.

"The report also said there were high amounts of alcohol in his bloodstream," At this San paused. Yeosang was well known for being a stickler for the rules, thus why so many people beneath them didn't like him. From the time he knew him he had never seen him drink any sort of alcoholic drinks. But maybe he had changed. Time does that to a person.