Ying&Yang °•Minsung•°

3.

The first shockwave vaporized the couch covers, good part of the young man's clothes and Minho's jacket.

It also pushed Minho straight into a wall.

Pain exploded all over his back.

"Fuck." he thought, spitting blood:
"What's with this power!?"

The other's eyes were now a shining purple. Minho swore he could see a galaxy in them.

Tears of blood streamed once again down his cheeks, an expression of pure pain plastered on his face.

"Please! Calm down! I'm just trying to help!!" Minho screamed in his direction but the other didn't seem to hear him.

Instead, he started levitating.

The remains of his shirt slipped off his shoulders, revealing a well built body. His pants were barely hanging onto his hips.

He let out a breath and the second shockwave hit.

This time, Minho braced for it and managed to not get knocked back once again.

"I have to reach him before the next wave or I'll never restrain him"

The walls were already starting to crumble.

"Chan is going to kill me..." he huffed at the damage.

He tried walking forward.

And yet it was hard, like the air had suddenly become thicker.

It took him what felt like an eternity to get close to the other.

"I just have to touch him. The tip of a finger is enough....Come on"

Minho raised an arm.

His features were now soft and relaxed, like he was finally at peace.

Taking this in, he got onto the couch and reached even higher.

The other inhaled.

"No!"

Before the third shockwave could hit Minho jumped and grabbed his wrist.

Pure bliss rushed into his veins all at once leaving him breathless and with goosebumps.

The young man dropped back onto the couch.

Minho blinked, mouth dry.

"Is that how his power feels?? Damn..."

Slowly but surely, the other's irises turned back to their usual brown.

He groaned and wiped his eyes, streaks of blood tinting his hands.

"What happened...?" he asked with a rough voice.

He then noticed the state of his clothes, Minho, the environment...

"Oh god, not again..."

Real, watery tears escaped his eyes:
"I'm sorry..." he cried:

"You're hurt..."

He tried reaching out to Minho but he instinctively recoiled.

The hand receded.

Minho tried to calm the roar of his thoughts and talk rationally:

"Don't worry." he forced out:
"I'm used to this kind of stuff."

His back hurt. He could taste iron in his mouth. His skin burned and itched.

"As long as I'm touching you, everything will be allright. You just have to trust me."

The young man stared at Minho's hand wrapped around his wrist.

Slowly, he nodded.

"I'll bring you somewhere safe. You'll heal and become part of something greater." Minho stated.

It was what they told every power holder they found, protocol at this point.

But this one...

"He can't control his power. He'll never make it." Minho thought silently.

However.

"Bring him home." Chan had ordered.

Minho tried his very best not to groan out loud.

Why did his mentor have to be so stubborn sometimes??

"Not everyone can be saved..."

And yet, Minho helped the young man get up and led him to the door.

Both were limping and bloody.

But they kept walking.

"My name is Minho by the way. Yours?"

"Jisung."

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