Ying&Yang °•Minsung•°

13.

At first, the journey was peaceful.

Minho and Jisung sat beside eachother next to the communication device on the wall, enjoying the breeze coming from an open window, the moon looking down on them.

"What was your first mission like?" asked Jisung at a point.

Minho let out an amused puff of air:
"A mess. Besides, I was young and barely knew anything. Stay focused."

Jisung felt a bit reassured by that. If Minho had survived his mission in spite of it being "a mess" then maybe he could too.

"But I'm not even close to how awesome Minho is..." a little voice said inside him.

He bit his inner cheek to shut it up and his eyes ended up falling on Minho's hands. They were pretty... veiny, with long fingers and curated nails. But also deadly, as they were the vessel for Minho's special power.

Jisung suppressed the instinct to take a hand into his, just to feel that contact, just to remind himself that everything was going to be ok.

"Your power..." he mumbled, head on his knees:
"Tell me how it works"

Minho sighed:
"Jisung, we're on mission. This isn't a field trip, it's not the time to ask such questions"

Jisung stared right into his eyes, still slightly shaking in fear:
"Tell me anyway..."

"Please... I need to know we'll be safe..."

Minho took in his beaten puppy look and seemed to give up:

"Nullify..." he murmured:
"Chan gave it this name. When I make skin to skin contact with any living creature I can block one of its bodily functions. It's difficult to use...I had to learn everything about human anatomy and how the body works not to mistakingly create more damage than I had intended. Now I have good control over it, I'd say."

At that, Minho smirked:
"So try not to piss me off too much: I could stop your heart if I just wanted"

Jisung swallowed saliva.

"You do that already, apparently..."

Minho just looked so good that night?? With the light of the moon tinting his hair silver, the locks moving free in the wind and the courage exuding from his emotionless face... Jisung could do nothing besides steal glances at him, hoping he wouldn't notice until...

"Jisung." Minho's voice was harsh:

"We're here."

"The bridge."

That was the spot where Chan's vision of the attack took place. And well, Chan's visions were never wrong.

Jisung inhaled then slowly let out the air, trying to calm his shakey breath.

Minho slipped his jacket off, fabric sliding on pure toned muscle.

There and then a crash sounded not far from them and they both knew:

it had started.

"It's four people, possibly more" Minho whispered, hiding to spy out of the window:
"On the roof of the train..."

Then his eyes widened:
"There he is.... our power holder"

"What's he doing?" Jisung whispered back, anxiety tingling in the tip of his fingers:

"He molded the metal of the container...?" Minho's eyes became slits as he tried to make things out in the dark.

They staid in silence for a bit more as the older captured all the information he could then he slipped back to the floor next to Jisung:

"The others are normal" he explained:
"But they have weapons so be careful. So this is what we'll do..."

Suddenly the train shuddered and with the haunting shrieks of metal on metal, it stopped in the middle of the bridge.

Minho smirked:
"Great, they got my signal. Let's go."

But just as he started climbing up to the roof of the container he turned back to Jisung:

"Hey. About your power... don't use it unless it's absolutely necessary, ok?"

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so my friend group just imploded and I cried myself to sleep.
lovely.

but I did also hold my crush's hand yesterday-