#ateez fan fiction
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Previous-Part 5-Masterlist.
- Hong Joong, Woo Young.
“Will you tell us where you are?”The man hears Jong Ho’s voice booming through the speaker in his car, turning around the corner.
“All in good time, Jong,”the man mumbles, “all in good time. I’ll call you later.”
“Hyung-”
Before he could complete the sentence, the man cuts the call, and puts the phone in the pocket of his coat, unlocking the door to get out and looks overhead at the mansion behind the white gates. He walks as poised as he could, and nods at the security guard, who acknowledges his presence and lets him in. As he enters the mansion, his sight falls on the old house cleaner who you were close to, cleaning the pictures on the wall with a sad smile, including the family picture, staring at it, probably reminiscing the good times she got to see and spend with you and your parents. She seemed to hear the clank of his shoes against the marble floor, since she lifted her head and looked at the man.
“Woo Young-ah,”she says, as he embraces her in a hug, eyes closing on the warmth of her aura, “how have you been? You don’t visit me anymore..”
“Sorry Mrs Lim, it’s just I’ve been a bit occupied, with you know,”he says, his gaze falling on your portrait, “this.”
She sighs, looking at the same portrait, “she was too young to die, such a nice girl; Joong locks himself most of the time, and only comes out for dinner and lunch.”
Woo Young looks up at the corridor leading by the stairs, sighing.
“I’ll talk to him,”he says, looking at the woman besides him, “he needs to be with us today. He finally avenged her, and he needs to know it and acknowledge it.”
The woman nods at him and sides away, giving him space. He smiles at her softly and squeezes her arm, before retreating, and walks towards the stairs. As he reaches the corridor, he comes near the door with your tag on it, looking at it and sighing. But what stopped him from walking ahead towards Joong’s room were the muffled whimpers coming from yours. Seeing the door ajar slightly, he sees Hong Joong crying softly, as your photo and his stands in front of him.
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He tries walking away silently, but his hand touches the table near the door, making the vase on it lose its balance and make a creaking noise, but he catches it swiftly.
“Who’s there?”he hears Hong Joong ask softly, before he sighs and decides to walk in the room, “Mrs Lim, is that you?”
Woo Young shows himself up, smiling softly at Hong Joong.
“Woo? What are you doing here?”
“I came to pick you up, hyung,”he says, as he enters the room, taking in the presence of your absence. His gaze falls on a number of photo frames in the room, the most prominent being the picture you took of both you and San from your first date at the dumpling shop down the road. He smiles sadly at it, and looks at Hong Joong, who stares into the distance.
“Hyung?”
“Huh? Yeah,”he says, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes, “why?”
“We avenged her,”he says softly, as he crouches next to him, “we need to give her a proper funeral.”
“Did San come?”
“He hasn’t yet,”he says, looking down, “said he needed some time.”
“What about Min Gi?”
“Neither did he,”he mumbles, making Joong sigh, “Yun Ho is driving him. He’ll probably come here at dusk. Yun Ho is driving him.”
“He still blames me, isn’t it?”
“Hyung,”Woo Young mumbles, making Hong Joong shake his head.
“No, I know I’ve been irresponsible, costing the life of my only family,”he cries, tumbling into Woo Young’s arms, “I’ll never be able to forgive myself.”
Woo Young looks up at the ceiling, trying to control his own tears. He hugs his hyung and comforts him, trying his hardest not to break down.
“Hyung, listen to me,”he says, pulling away from Hong Joong, “no one is blaming you. Like you, Min Gi shared a special bond with her, and he might have said things in anger, but he never meant it. As for San, don’t worry about him. He’ll be here soon.”
“What about you?”Hong Joong asks, making Woo Young look at him quizzically, “how are you holding up?”
“What do you mean hyung-”
“I know Woo Young,”he says, making Woo Young’s eyes double up in surprise, “I know everything. With Sannie behaving like this, you must be stressed, too.”
“I don’t understand-”
“You love him, don’t you?”
“I love you too, hyung,”Woo Young laughs nervously, “I love all of you guys-”
“But not the way you do to him,”Hong Joong says, making Woo Young sit on the floor, resting his back against the bed.
“He will never see me that way, hyung,”he says, making Joong look at him sadly, “I know it’s so wrong, but I can’t help it. I don’t care about my happiness as long as he is happy, you know?”
“I understand,”he says, placing his hand on his shoulder, “maybe it will pass away with time, you know. You’ll meet someone special,”he says, smiling at him.
“What if I am still hung up on him?”
“In that case,” he says, looking at Woo Young, smiling softly, “try. None of us will feel bad. If he’s in the same place at the end of the day, who’s anyone to stop?”
“That’s true too,”he says, looking down at his lap, smiling, “thanks hyung.”
“What are brothers for, hm?”he says, as he stands up, dusting himself off, “shall we leave now?”
Woo Young smiles at him, as he gets up taking Hong Joong’s outstretched hand, dusting himself off.
“Let’s go.”
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