A House Made of Cards {Ateez au}

Chapter 3 - The fight

Yeosang lay on the couch, San's arms wrapped around him. He put all his weight on the younger, allowing himself to be held up by his boyfriend.

As much as he loved hanging out with San, he was still mad about his leader's decision to bench him.

It frustrated him to no end. Maybe he should bring it up to San. I mean, he was right there.

"Hey, San."

"Yeah?"

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"Can you do me a favor?"

"Of course, what do you need?"

"Can you maybe ask Hongjoong to like, un-bench me on missions."

San's face changed at the request, he looked somewhat regretful. That was not a good sign.

"Yeo, I'm sorry but I agree with Hongjoong's decision," he said sadly.

"But wouldn't it be better if someone got injured, I'll be able to help them," Yeosang said calmly, the last thing he wanted was for this to escalate into a fight.

"Not for you, last time you went out on the field you would have been abducted by the crazy-," San sighed, cutting himself off. "Wooyoung almost took you, Yeo, I can't let that happen."

"But what happens when someone is badly injured? No one would be able to heal them."

"We could always bring them back here for you to treat them, you don't have to go out there," San said firmly. He was set on his answer, there was no changing it. But Yeosang was as stubborn as San was, and he would not lose this argument.

"What if we can't move them? What if they don't have enough time left?" Yeosang countered, raising his voice a little.

"I'll take that risk. I'd rather someone else get injured than you! There's a possibility that someone will get injured, we know if you go out you will be targeted, I can't lose you, Yeosang," San argued, his voice raising higher than Yeosang's.

"And? You're getting targeted by your brother!" Yeosang said. He was close to yelling now. "You still go out and fight! I don't want to lose you either!"

"I can fight Jongho! You can't fight anyone!" San said. Yes, they were definitely yelling now.

"But I can be there to heal you if he hurts you!" Yeosang cried.

"Yeosang, he has mental powers, you couldn't help if you tried!" At that statement, Yeosang realized he was right.

Teary-eyed, he left the room.

It seems like he's been doing that a lot lately.

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"Joong, maybe if we give him something to do he won't feel useless," San suggested softly, talking to the older boy. "Maybe we can let him stay in the plane, so he can still technically be in the field without being in the field."

"No, San, he stays here," Hongjoong said, his voice leaving no room for discussion.

"I don't want this to ruin our relationship," San said sadly.

The older boy sighed, hugging the taller. "San, I'm sorry. You are all like brothers to me, I won't lose any of you. You included."

San nodded, understanding where the boy was coming from.

He smiled at Hongjoong before leaving the room.

I guess that means I'm sleeping on the couch tonight.