A House Made of Cards {Ateez au}

Chapter 2 - The Villains

The four boys had returned to their hideout rather quickly after the attacks. And they were very, very angry.

Seonghwa hadn't killed Kim Hongjoong.

He thought he did.

But that healer saved him.

Seonghwa knew he couldn't do anything against the healer, he was Wooyoung's after all. But he wondered what he could do to make sure the healer wouldn't be a problem anymore.

Hongjoong made Seonghwa so angry. He would pay for what he did to his father. Crazy or not, it was still his father, and nothing would change that fact.

He went into his office, a well-decorated room with a chandelier and a nice desk. There was a small coffee table with a few chairs around it.

He looks at his wall, a board with photos of the white witch's base on it, along with some photos of Hongjoong himself. He had been planning this for a while.

And he failed.

In a flash of anger, Seonghwa through a glass cup into the wall and watched the glass hit the ground. He found that he enjoyed watching things break.

So he through another glass and a bottle of wine. Seonghwa let out a frustrated scream as he threw another wine bottle at the wall, watching the contents stain the wall and the floor.

Soon enough, the whole room was covered in shattered glass. Seonghwa felt good.

Kim Hongjoong would die.

And Seonghwa would make sure it hurt.

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"I don't think he likes me."

"What gave you that impression?"

"He almost cried when I touched him."

"You killed his boyfriend."

"Out of love."

Jongho put down his book and stared.

"I want him to like me," Wooyoung whined, dragging out the last letter.

"Then be normal?" Jongho responded.

Wooyoung groaned.

"Tell'ya what, you want to kill your brother, and I want to kill your brother. So let's team up and kill your brother."

Jongho gived him a weird look.

"Don't look at me like that."

"He won't go near you because you killed his boyfriend, and your solution is to kill his new boyfriend. Does this not sound weird in your brain?"

"Maybe then he won't get any new boyfriends," Wooyoung pouted.

Jongho took a deep breathe before picking his book back up.

"Please Jongho, please," Wooyoung begged, grabbing Jongho's arm and shaking him. In Jongho's eyes, he looked like a child begging their mother to buy them a toy.

Jongho rolled his eyes. "Fine but only if you stop whining and stop touching me."

Wooyoung let go, eyes sparkling. Apparently he was excited by the mere thought of murder.

How fun.

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Yunho stared out the window, watching two birds fight over a worm.

He felt depressed.

Tired. Lonley. He just wanted to go home. To his mother. But he knew that would never happen again.

You made sure of it. It's your fault.

Maybe I made the wrong choice. Maybe I shouldn't be here.

His mother always warned him about running with the wrong crowed and choosing friends carefully when he was younger. He let her down in the worst way possible.

He should have been better than this. He didn't need to be here.

Atleast, that's what he should have thought.

Instead, he thought of all the humans and witches alike that outcasted him only for a power he didn't have the choice to receive. He figured in that way his mother was kind of selfish. But he could never put that harsh of a word next to someone so sweet. Someone who loved him unconditionally for so many years. Someone he killed out of anger.

Any human he killed deserved what happened to them. They made him feel weak, they made him hate himself. Now he would use them to make himself stronger.

Yunho grinned, removing himself from the windowsill.

It didn't matter now, he had some humans to kill.