Phoenix: Blow a spark || ATEEZ

17| Flames in rivalry

Hiii! I just survived my first driving lesson and am super happy! ><
Long chapter ahead...

Wordcount; 1,900 words

Their meeting had been a nightmare to put it simply. When Jongho had met at San's later that day, he was told how his older brothers already were in the middle of burning the house down to the ground. It was Mingi who had opened the door, not minding giving any form for explanation, just pushing him past all the rooms until Jongho got to see the two circling each other like they were wild animals. The poor tall kid was shaking in fear, and because Jongho actually was the most responsible one at that moment (or in general), he took Mingi's hand in his own and dragged him into the kitchen and told him to stay there until he had gotten the two hot-heads under control again. Jongho prayed that San's parents weren't home right now, because then they would surely be disappointed with their own son.

Flames were licking up against the dining table dividing the room into two when he entered the dining room. Different kinds of colors, but all pushing each other toward the edge. It smelled like dark magic.

As Wooyoung was pulling frantically at San's arm, the other was a raging mess; growling, hissing, roaring, dripping with burning poison as his eyes were looking more dark and dangerous than ever. His face was shown in rage, lapping with viciousness as dark magic flew from his mouth in dangerous spells directed at Hongjoong, who was situated just as aggressively at the other side of the burning dining table. Jongho's eyes met with Wooyoung's pleading ones, desperately asking him to do something.

When a sky of dark glimmering dust came toward Hongjoong, he winded it by throwing a burning ball back at San, taking a new step around the table.

Jongho ran for the chamber sacramental knowing exactly where he would find a candle to lit. Searching for a new match in the drawer and lighting the white candle, Jongho drew in a breath before staring deeply into the dancing sparks growing along with the flame. He closed his eyes and blew out the flame again. And the magic went right through his body, making the letters appear on his soft cheek and his pupils form into ones on a cat across the olive-colored irises.

The boy was stressed out at that moment, well knowing that one wrong move from one of them upstairs, would be enough to kill, and he certainly wouldn't want that to happen. Why they had gotten so mad at each other was still a question for Jongho, but now was not the time to figure that out. While his mind was running faster than a waterfall, his feet moved even faster, and quick-thinking, he dragged himself over by the cabinet where they kept their supplies of ingredients to all their spells.

It wasn't the first time that San, Wooyoung, and Hongjoong had been in a fight, but never had they gone this far by using that much magic against each other. And Jongho was searching around for what ingredient there actually could be helpful. He just needed something strong. His hands pulled at different drawers while his eyes wandered over the different herbs and petals. He took the dried chamomile, knowing it was good at calming, but what else would be useful? It wasn't like he knew a specific spell to this issue - at least no one there would be strong enough.

The head of a newly picked dandelion sprung into his sight, reminding him of how his mother always had told him to use those if his own anger ever would come out of control. Rage. Dandelions were strong, charismatic flowers and reminded him too much of the two idiots just a floor above him. Jongho picked up the dried flowers and dropped them into the wooden bowl together with the chamomile and let his searching eyes trail over the many different containers one last time. Then the purple-colored herbs caught his attention, and for a fact, Jongho knew that this was one of San's favorite scents - that wasn't a secret.