my castle's crumbling... | park ji-sung x male reader

eighteen - end

30/10/2023, monday, 7am

when m/n opened his eyes, he found himself in a metropolitan city, its skyline vastly different from washington dc. it was a golden yellow hue, the morning sun risen. a cool gust of wind blew against m/n's cheek, his hair blown in the same direction.

he glanced around, treading on the side walk, trying to find an iconic landmark. when he saw the unique structure of the cctv headquarters along with street names in mandarin han yu pin yin, m/n realised he was in beijing, his first target.

his phone rang, and he immediately accepted the video call knowing it's president grant.

before he could even attempt to plead for a way out, he was greeted with the sight of a gagged eric on a screen, with eyes that sparkled with tears and pure fear that were casted down and looking at something out of his view. and as his breath got caught in his throat out of pure helplessness, the camera zoomed out and a small hand drill came into view, and m/n could tell eric was terrified of that. he was too.

"oh god," he muttered under his breath as nervous sweat broke out on his forehead.

"ERIC!!" he screamed at the screen, hoping eric could know he was there for him.

"he can't hear you," the president finally spoke. "you have 1 hour and 45 minutes." he said before ending the call.

m/n glanced around, running to the patch of green before he dropped to his knees, desperate. his hands hurriedly felt the soil under his palms.

"rumble beneath this city," he mumbled to himself, envisioning the tectonic plates beijing sat on to rub against each other. when he finally felt small vibrations under him, trickles of blood started to drip out of his nose. he saw a few metres ahead where the ground had small cracks, and he thought this would be a moment for him to pat himself on the back for being able to somewhat master his powers, but it was through endangering people was he able to master them, and he laughed at the cruel fate pushed onto him.

30 minutes had passed by then.

when a pang of dizziness caused him to stumble, he brought himself up with much strength.

and before he resumed, he finally took notice of the bystanders on the sidewalk and motorists looking at him weirdly. and he threw up.

"they're going to die because of me," he grimaced at the thought. "but eric, olivia, eli..." he muttered weakly.

with tears in his eyes, he mumbled an apology weakly and he got onto his knees again.

"earth, heed my wishes and rumble beneath this city," he whispered harshly, hoping his commands would be adhered to by the element.

and as his nosebleed severed, a small but lingering thought suddenly filled his mind. jisung.

jisung would not want to be with m/m after what he did. he would be a murderer, and jisung would not want to be with him anymore. and then he thought about what eric said about him to be true.

he was an incredibly heartless person, with sympathy as barren as a desert and was as stupid as a rock. his choices were between hundreds, possibly thousands of lives affected by him, or the death of his best friends, and he chose to save his best friends.

and in a perfect world, he would save both, and although there was already a plan by the other supers, he would not risk his best friends' lives if they were to fail.

and maybe he was indeed in an imperfect perfect world, because before he could muster whatever energy he had left in him to force the elements to follow his bidding, his phone buzzed again, and this time it was from deputy grace.