𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓞𝓾𝓻 𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 2: 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑃𝑎𝑠𝑡 (ateez)

𝓓𝓪𝔃𝔃𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

Some of the ATEEZ crew have already found their treasure last year, that being, Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and Iridessa, but also Yeosang. Iridessa didn't realize it when she was first getting to know him back then, but he did hint to her once or twice what his treasure was.

"What about you? Do you get homesick?" She asks him as they looked up at the night sky together.

Yeosang looks at her and gives her a cheerful smile, "I never get homesick. My home is with these guys."

His home is with the ATEEZ pirate crew. They're his family and the treasure he's yearned for his whole life. Family. He discovered that last year, just before Iridessa ended up on the ATEEZ ship. He's told her about that journey as well as how he ended up being the 4th member to join the crew in the first place.

"So, you ran from home?" Iridessa asks him as she watches him man the steering wheel.

"Not quite. You see, I was saved from my home."

*Flashback*
(A/N: Parental/Family Abuse Warning! Skip this part if you'd like)

[Yeosang's POV]

Tears ran down my cheeks as I bit my lip trying my hardest to muffle my screams of pain. It was going to be one of those days where my lips would get sore and would appear chewed off from biting down so hard. My hands and knees on the wooden floor as I tried to remain still as my father angrily flogged me with his wooden plank. The stinging sensation filled my body, causing me to shake slightly after every painful whack to my butt.

His threatening and harsh comments to me after every beating repeatedly played in my head.

"You insolent piece of trash!"

"You're too worthless to be my son!"

"Why can't you do anything right?!"

"If you would just stop messing up, you wouldn't have to apologize so much!!"

And where was mother dearest whenever my father would flog me? She'd be right next to him, throwing insults at me and accompanying him with them.

"Maybe hit him harder this time so he'll finally learn his lesson!"

My older brother? He'd sit and watch, laughing at me as if I served some source of entertainment to him. He never helps me get out of situations like these.

This is my family and it's always been like this ever since I was born. My parents would pamper my older brother out of favoritism and every little thing I did would be monitored and seen as less important. Still, if I fight, I could get beat. Then again, if I just try to be myself, I still get beat. No matter how much I tried, I could never be as perfect as my older brother and he knows that.

My brother leaned against the doorway of my room, watching as I rubbed an ice pack against my bottom to soothe the pain.

"You must love getting beat, my dear brother. You never try to stop them, you also never try to prevent yourself from being hit in the future." He commented with a sly smirk.

I glared at him, "You think I don't try when I do? Do you think it's easy? It's not. Why can't you be a brother to me for once and help me out of getting beat?"