Ying&Yang °•Minsung•°

15.

When the first shockwave hit, Minho's opponents lost their focus which allowed him to finish the fight in a few seconds.

He nullified the first one, making him drop his gun then kicked the other in the neck and finally tackled the last one to the ground.

He made sure to kick all their weapons into the void and tie them up as fast as he could.

"Jisung what the fuck I said absolutely necessary, you fucking idiot" he thought, anger clouding his thoughts.

"Don't you dare try anything. I won't be so gentle next time." he told the thieves before running towards the noise of destruction.

"What the hell do I do now?? He fucking levitates, he could be where I can't reach him..."

Near the beginning of the train an opening clearly made by the power holder dipped into the carrier; Minho instantly dropped into it, following his ears.

Soon he could see them.

Instantly his eyes widened.

Jisung seemed...conscious?

But was he really...?

Blocked by a thick veil, Minho could do nothing but admire that apocalyptic scenario, horror gripping at his heart.

Jisung floated mid air into the carrier, his clothes gone and the suit already slowly burning away, lines of fire eating at his skin...but he wasn't bothered.

He looked ecstatic.

A wide smile spread cheek to cheek, lips tinted red by the tears that kept escaping his violet eyes, pupils opened so wide...
Tendrils of some purple gas filled the space around him, sparkling and pulsing, making the air near impossible to navigate.

And the container itself...
The windows were all shattered.
Pieces of the merchandise crushed and burning at the sides.
Metal already slowly melting away.

Jisung let out a small giggle and blinked away another shockwave, forcing Minho to snap out of his trance and hold himself up on one of the boiling railings.

"FUCK." he thought, ripping his lip with his teeth.

That was probably a third degree burn right there.

But he endured.

"JISUNG!!" he screamed.

He almost didn't hear his own words.

There and then he realized...
Jisung was chasing someone.

The power holder.

"Oh god..."

He was crawling forward, naked and bruised, red pooling at the side of his mouth, scared, oh so scared...

And the way Jisung looked at him...

"It looks like he wants to eat him"

"JISUNG!! JISUNG STOP!!" Minho screamed again, voice cracking and breaking as he tried to fight the other's power to get closer.

He actually hadn't expected him to turn around thought.

Those eyes burned holes into his face and Minho lost himself for a second in them: were those really stars, swirling around in his irises? It was hypnotizing...

"Minho." Jisung said.

His breath caught.

The other looked at him with that manic expression still tinting his face:
"That's right. Minho."

Jisung repeated, as if he was tasting the name in his mouth.

His voice sounded muffled and far, like from underwater. It bubbled and echoed in Minho's mind, hurting his temples.

Despite his skin burning, his hand feeling like it was about to fall off, his heart shaking, all his instincts yelling at him to run away while he still could...

Minho stayed in place.

"Jisung." he said:
"Come here."

The other tilted his head.
It would've almost looked cute, if the circumstances were different.

"I got it for you" Jisung stated instead, giddy:
"But can I keep it? I want to play with it a little..."

Minho realized with horror that Jisung was talking about the power holder.

A whole ass human person.

"Jisung." he repeated, stern:
"Come here."

The blink of an eye and Jisung was so close to him his lashes started burning:

"Hi." Jisung stated playfully, mere millimeters away from his skin.

Minho reached out, fast, as fast as he could... he had to touch him, just a little, just the tip of a finger...

But half a blink and Jisung was already far again.

He was now gripping the power holder. By his hair. Like a hunting trophy.

"Drop him!" Minho ordered, terrified at the sight of that poor dude struggling to touch the ground, his hair ripping from his scalp one by one.

Jisung threw him at Minho's feet.

"It was trying to get away" he explained, voice still booming in the small enclosed space.

"Good." Minho stated carefully and shot the power holder a look.

The look roughly meant:
"Try doing something to me and you're dead. Try running and you're dead. Try anything, really and you're dead. So stay the fuck put."

Once again:
"Jisung, come to me"

The other let himself turn mid air, suit almost entirely gone, blood dripping down his chin to his chest, violet engulfing him in a cloud.

"If I do..." he said:
"You'll make this stop."

Minho ground his teeth.

"I'm going to die here, aren't I? And all because Chan couldn't admit that this one wasn't worth saving. Let me live if I'm lying, I'm going to beat him up in the afterlife."

"I have to." he said, just trying to delay his demise:
"You know it's my job. I have to take care of you."

"Mhh..." Jisung hummed and the vibration shook every single one of Minho's cells:

"I'm a god...and yet, you still want to take care of me..."

"A god??? "

Had Jisung gone completely insane??

But it didn't matter in the end because Jisung was suddenly by his side.

The air was once again completely knocked out of his lungs as the burning of his skin got worse and worse and those eyes kept piercing his soul...

Jisung extended a hand.

Violet swirled around it.

"I'll allow it, this time." Jisung smiled at Minho, gentler:
"Besides... it's you"

Their fingers slowly intertwined.

Jisung's eyes rolled back.

He fell to the ground with a thud.

Minho breathed as the most violent wave of pleasure washed over him.

"We made it..."

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as if it wasn't obv already
my life kinda sucks lately😅
all my friendships feel very precarious, uni is heavy this year, I feel like I'm losing my spark and it's just awful.

and because I have a lot on my mind and basically no time to process...
it'll take a bit before yall will be able to read the second arc.
I will post it tho.
I like this story.
I want to continue it.