A House Made of Cards {Ateez au}

Chapter 15 - Prisoner

Fire was everywhere, burning his house, his parents, himself.

He felt the flames burn his skin, yet he sat there and forced himself to enjoy it.

If this was the last thing his parents remembered, he would sit there and suffer through it. Anything to feel closer to them. Anything to get rid of the guilt he felt.

Why did he have to survive? Why couldn't his parents survive?

He knew that it wasn't his fault, fires happen all the time, it just so happened that his room was easier to get to and the firemen could get him out first. His parents' room was held shut by planks of wood that had fallen from the ceiling.

He was a little boy when that happened, he hardly remembered it at all. It was all pieced together information and stuff the firemen had told him afterward.

According to the fireman who had attempted to rescue his parents, his mother, in her last moments, only yelled for them to save him. Not even to save herself, just him.

Did he deserve that?

He sat there, allowing the burning fire to burn him and mark him, he felt hot tears falling from his face, a result of the agony his body was facing.

His parents did it. Why couldn't he?

The flames inched closer, higher. They crawled up his skin like an army of insects.

Painful, burning, killer insects.

He was at the center of it now. The worst part of the fire.

He screamed.

Yeosang sat up in the bed, sweaty and out of breath.

He looked around, unaware of where he was and forgetting what happened. He observed his surroundings. For the most part, the room was normal, with plain gray walls with black sheets on the bed. It looked like a normal bedroom.

If he didn't count the hundreds of photos of him on the wall. He shivered. He didn't even remember some of these photos. He didn't have them. He didn't know they existed.

It became clear to Yeosang as soon as he remembered being attacked by Yunho while walking home from the store. Clearly, he was in Wooyoung's room.

He should have listened to San,

He was unharmed, with the exception of a major headache. He was also left untied. He guessed that there was enough security around this place to prevent him from leaving if he needed to.

His head snapped to the door as it opened. A very familiar face walked in to greet him.

San?

"Hi, Sang," San said, walking up to the blonde boy in the bed and giving him a hug.

Hesitantly, Yeosang hugged him back, confusion swirling in his mind.

"What happened?" The shorter witch mumbled.

"We found you in an alleyway, you were unconscious," San said, looking down at him.

"Are these pictures yours?" He asked San, clearly disturbed by the number of photos.

San faltered, unsure of what to say.

Yeosang narrowed his eyes at him, suspicious.

San kissed him, pushing his lips to Yeosang's. Confused, the boy returned the kiss. He was confused as to why San would ignore his question like that.

In the last second before Yeosang closed his eyes, he saw something flash in San's eyes.

Purple?

Wait. No, no, no. This wasn't San, was it?