To Pierce the White Eye {Na Jaemin}

FOUR

"God, you suck," Sicheng hummed.

You were stationed in the basement of the university in the practice room. Nearing three in the morning, Sicheng has been trying to get you to feel enough anger to ignite your flames so you could properly control them, but you were finding it hard to be filled with enough rage to set two of the three candles in front of you aflame.

"I just don't... feel rage like that," you admitted, frustrated. Sicheng had exposed his demon ears and tail, and he glared down at you as you struggled to make the flames return. In the one instance you did conjure them, it was only after you were beating up a training dummy in deep thought about Jaemin that you felt so angry.

"Well, do you have any strong emotions?" Sicheng asked, raising an eyebrow. "You have to feel something."

"Right now I just feel irritated," you snapped.

"Come on sis."

"Don't call me that," you countered. To you, Mark was still your brother- your only one at that. Sicheng had no grounds or reason to call you his sister. You loved your family- your real family, and Sicheng did not fit into that equation.

Sicheng smirked, "well, you got one candle lit. Let's try again tomorrow."

As he maneuvered out of the practice room, you sat stunned as you stared at the one flickering candle wick, the blue flame feeling like an extension of you. It wasn't much, but you felt a bit of pride to have conjured the flame of your own volition, and as you felt the extension, you swiftly snuffed it out.

You were so excited, you surprised yourself when the first thing you did was call Jaemin, and even more surprised when you heard the ringing of a phone in the hallway. Within a second, Jaemin knocked on the door, holding his phone up to the door window with a smile on his face.

"How did you know I finished already?" you asked after you opened the door.

"I had a hunch."

"You watched Sicheng's path to see when he wasn't with me anymore, huh?" you tilted your head, smirking as he let out a bashful smile. You hadn't noticed before, but you noted the full plastic bag in his other hand and gestured to it.

It was dinner from Deer Moon, the one restaurant within a comfortable radius of the university that was open all night. It was where Jungwoo and Kun had dragged you to pay your debt to them before, and was now your dinner with the psychic.

"So, you think the Queen is going to resign soon?" you were unscrewing the cap to the soda Jaemin brought, listening as he recounted a few visions he's been getting.

He nodded, frowning a bit as he shoved his food into his mouth, "Yuta's going to be miserable," he muttered between bites.

You matched Jaemin's frown, "so there's no way that you can switch the government over or something? Yuta doesn't seem too keen on being king."

"Things don't change in the mythic world quite that easily," he sighed.

"It's just... it's unfair," you replied, picking at your dinner.

"I know... I saw it changing at some point but now..." his voice trailed off and you met each other's eyes. "Your eyes are pretty."

"You have great timing," you teased, finally eating your meal. "I just think it's weird that Sicheng is helping me."

"Hm, it is," Jaemin agreed but shrugged, "are you happy to be having help?"

"Of course, I'm just suspicious."

"I'll keep an eye on him," Jaemin winked.

The next few weeks followed a similar pattern- day classes, warden duties, night classes, training, and then Jaemin. Before day classes you hung out with Kun and Jungwoo who consistently teased you about the psychic, and after night classes Ten would complain about not having your ear all the time.