Ying&Yang °•Minsung•°

8.

"Come on, nerd. Up! You won't make me late for breakfast, no matter how hard you try-"

Jisung pressed his face into the pillow. He didn't want to get up...

Minho's hands pressed into his side, slowly pushing him off the bed.

Jisung protested a bit but he was overall too tired to fight it so he eventually flopped to the floor.

"Jesus, if you get like this after just two weeks of training how are you ever going to handle a mission" Minho commented.

"Shut up..." Jisung groaned, forcing his eyes shut until they hurt.

"What's that I hear?? Talking back to your teacher?? Careful, there. I might tell Chan you aren't being a good boy"

"No, please don't tell Chan..."

"Then..." Minho stopped a second, probably to check his watch:
"Be ready in five minutes, will you?"

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"I see your solo training is decent and you don't need counseling on that..." Minho commented once Jisung finished showing him his daily routine:

"Guess we'll start combat early"

"Is that a good thing? Am I doing ok?"

But Jisung was too scared of coming off as weak to ask.

The fact that Minho literally never praised him didn't help either.

"Now. Most everyday villains we fight aren't that skilled. Just people who discovered that committing crimes is easier with powers. But there's a specific group... they train, just like us. You need to be ready for them."

Jisung swallowed saliva.

"I know I said I'd do anything to be a better person but this is getting real..."

Minho assumed a battle stance.

"Copy it." he ordered.

Jisung let his eyes slide down Minho's body. He must've endured years of missions, he assumed from the multiple scars on his arms and legs.
He tried his best to emulate that pose, the bent knees and ready fists.

But Minho wasn't pleased.

He sprinted forward and in less than a second he was hitting Jisung in the stomach.

"Wrong." he stated as his student bent in two to cough violently:
"You have to keep your muscles ready too or the stance won't be complete."

Jisung tried again but the only response he caused in Minho was disgust.

"Ugh... let me-"

Many veiled insults and corrections later, Jisung had learned multiple stances and received counseling on the correct way to deliver and receive a good punch. His teacher even had to make him wrap bandages around his knuckles since they were starting to bleed.

"Ok, this should be enough" Minho stated at Jisung's sweaty figure as he hit one of the punching bags repeatedly:

"Come at me, now"

Jisung's face opened in shock.

"Actually...?"

Minho's eyes glimmered:
"Come on, nerd. I know you can't wait to knock me down"

A weird feeling stirred in Jisung's insides as he positioned himself in front of his teacher, fists ready.

"I guess he isn't wrong..."

Jisung swung first.

Incredibly, the fight didn't end in a few seconds.
Because Minho was holding back, obviously, as Jisung soon realized.

He was only using the same moves he had just taught Jisung, nothing more.

And even so, the younger was forced to be defensive most of the time.

Minho was a beast.

No matter how many times Jisung tried to attack, Minho wouldn't let him, never giving him a second of peace.

Jisung barely managed to avoid a broken nose by crossing his arms in front of his face as Minho aimed for it directly. Then instantly had to change stance because the other was now aiming for his exposed stomach.

The fight continued for long minutes and Jisung started collecting bruises.
He grinned like an idiot when he finally sneaked in a hit.

Minho's surprise at the pain filled him with pleasure.

Suddenly a small slither of bliss started filling his veins.

"Woah..." Jisung thought as for the first time, Minho got defensive:
"I never thought I'd love fighting this much..."

He felt so powerful, like he could do anything.

"Jisung." Minho warned him as he slapped one of his bandaged hands away.

"More... I want to fight more..."

"Jisung!"

Suddenly the younger was tackled to the ground by his teacher.

His strong hands dug into his left arm and onto his waist and Jisung felt that same zap he had felt the first time they had met.

The pleasure suddenly subsided and all his bruises started hurting at once.

Jisung winced under the pressure of Minho's hands on him.

"You were using your power" Minho explained, breathless, from on top of him.

"Fuck."

"S- sorry" Jisung managed through his teeth.

"Damn this hurts real bad..."

And yet, the warmth of Minho's palm on his waist was somehow giving him solace...

Small hints of bliss still clouding his mind, Jisung wished he could get a hug. Or some praise. Anything would do...

"Did- did I do good?" he finally asked.

Minho scoffed and moved away from him, making him ache at the lack of contact.

"I think noone had ever managed to give me this much trouble before. I hate to admit it but...you did more than good, nerd. That was amazing"

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guys uni is kicking my ass so when Im done posting the first arc I may need a bit of time to finish arc 2 TT
Im rlly sorry but my labs started all at once and I don't even have time to breathe TT