Jongdae and Yixing were having another fight, but not just any fight. This wasn't a fight that happened almost every week, that after hitting its ten minute mark, would die out because the taller out of the two would have grown tired and called a truce. This was different. This was a fight that has been going on for more than ten minutes, more than an hour,  even more than a day.  This is something that has plagued the Zhang household for months. And Yixing was, oh so tired of it all, but so was Jongdae. But Jongdae knew that if he let that exhaustion catch up with him, that this thing that he has been fighting for will be just brushed under the rug, just like all the past fights. Granted, those fights were far less important, such as 'someone leaving the milk sitting out so that when they reached home they could smell the spoiling stench all through the house'. Or 'after smelling that horrible stench, someone tripped over a certain pair a shoes that hadn't been pushed all the way to the wall'. Those fights were unimportant, but this one was not.