hold me 𐦍 yeonbin

004 ᯓᡣ𐭩

Kai pushes through the door with his back, balancing two cups of coffee filled to the brim, one in each hand. When he turns, he sees the cafe is perfectly clean and rearranged in its original format. There is an impressive amount of glitter, making the room look like gays on their way to pride parade, a balled up first aid kit on the floor, and a missing pixie. Soobin’s bag is gone too.

“Where did they go?” Beomgyu asks, scoping the room. “Do you think the pixie…”

“Do I think he killed Soobin? No. I think it went much better than that.” Kai smiles.

Soobin is the most adventurous man Kai has ever met. He knows what Soobin uses that bag for. And if he knows Soobin at all—and he takes pride in knowing him like his own brother—he knows that not only is he safe, but he is about to show the pixie one of the many joys of being human.

Soobin shines in a way Kai can’t explain when people come to him for support. As if helping every person who has busted through the front door of the magic store, bleeding and afraid, gives him a chance to redeem him from his guilt over the one he couldn’t save.

“Are you sure we didn’t just get drunk or something? Were they even here?”

Kai sets the cups on the counter and wipes some of the fine glitter onto his fingers. It looks more like eyeshadow than actual dust.

“They were here. And they left a huge fucking mess for us to clean.”

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”Why do you carry these with you?” Yeonjun asks, aiming what Soobin called a brick at the busted sheet of glass on the front of a police cruiser parked outside of a mall.

Yeonjun is excited to destroy one of the creatures which tried to eat him. Even if it’s with a human he can’t trust, even if his better judgment is telling him to remove himself from the situation and concentrate on finding his way back home. His pixie demands revenge and his human revels in the excitement of new experiences.

Using dust, Yeonjun propels the brick into the glass. It shatters the shield to pieces and burrows deep into one of the seats.

“I don’t always, but I was on my way to avenge a friend.” Soobin hops into his throw and flings the brick hard enough at the hood of the car that the sound of contact booms and echoes off the structures around them.

He turns back to Yeonjun, winding his arm and grabbing another brick. “I was actually on my way to use these on a friend’s ex’s car shop,” he tosses the brick lightly to reposition his hold, “But this is more fun—destroying one of these with someone else who hates them.” He flings the brick into the front and shatters a sheet of glass. “That Taehyun person who taught you about humans probably met a cop or two. I bet that’s why they hate us.”

Humans, for all their creations and creativity and vast knowledge of structure and science, also have just as much drive to destroy the things that they have built. Humans are at a constant war with their surroundings. They build and raze in a never ending cycle, and the human side of Yeonjun wants to comply with the pattern.

Yeonjun opens Soobin’s bag to find that Soobin already threw the last brick.

“Aw, shit,” Soobin sighs, “I should have brought more. We didn’t even set the alarm off yet.”

“Isn’t the ground made of this stuff?” Yeonjun bends down and pokes at the ground, trying for a weak point he can use to unearth a piece.

“The street? That’s concrete. The roads here are all concrete. What we just threw was hardened clay. So—”

A shriek like a mermaid out of water resounds down the street that has Soobin’s heart vibrating loud in Yeonjun’s ears. He finds himself in a similar state of panic when, from around the corner of one of the concrete structures, flashes of red and blue overlay the structures. Yeonjun loses more dust in a cloud of purple at the sight and sounds growing nearer.