Ying&Yang °•Minsung•°

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Minho let his face droop onto his hands from his spot seated next to Jisung's bed in the infirmary.

He was so tired.

And yet he kept his eyes open, finger brushing onto the crackly skin of his palm.

After Jisung had dropped to the floor of the container, drained but finally himself again Minho had allowed himself just a few seconds to calm his raging heartbeat before slipping back into his warrior role.

He had slowly let go of Jisung's hand and knelt before him.

"Is- is it gone?" the power holder had cried, voice broken and horrified:

"I thought he was going to eat me alive..."

Minho hummed:
"Sure looked like it..."

Jisung's eyes fluttered under his lids.
At that point there was nothing on his body but a slither of the suit and his boxers, under which Minho could see a slightly protruding shape.

"Seriously...!?"

He thought, ears red with shame.

Then he remembered what Jisung's power felt like.

"Ok...I guess that makes a little sense but still, the fuck."

He slipped a hand on Jisung's waist and ignoring the little whine that escaped his lips, he nullified the arousal away before throwing him on his shoulder.

"WAIT!" the power holder screamed when he started walking away:
"DON'T LEAVE ME HERE! HE'LL KILL ME!"

Minho turned back with a cold stare:
"Who? Who will kill you?"

The other slapped a hand on his mouth. He wasn't supposed to say that.

Minho took him along to their original container.
He called for backup.

And now they were all in The Mansion's infirmary.

He sighed.

Changbin hadn't managed to fully fix his hand, "Too risky" he had said. Draining the energy to heal such a wound all at once could seriously injure his nervous system apparently.

Jisung hadn't woken up either.
The metal guy, called Sunwoo had been given proper clothes and brought to Chan.

Minho was glad. He did not want to face his mentor yet.

"Sure, we neutralized the threat but Jisung turned himself into a new one. We still damaged the train, merchandise, pheraps some workers got hurt... we don't know... Counting every variable, this was a failure..."

Chan was probably mad.
Minho was supposed to be able to handle this after all.

"How is he?" a voice suddenly asked, making him jump.

The boss had appeared behind him, Sunwoo at his tail, still shaken.

"Stable" Minho simply answered.

"I just had a call with the CEO. He was not happy. I had to convince him that this was the best outcome possible, after all the merchandise destroyed wasn't of the most sensible kind. At least noone got hurt." his voice was controlled, monotone:

"In the end we agreed to split the payment in half and let it go"

"HALF!?" Minho exclaimed, turning around.

Chan gave him a small smile:
"It's ok. As long as you're both fine."

The knot that had settled in Minho's throat finally disappeared. His anxiety dissipated.

And a wave of exhaustion took over.

He slumped back into the chair.

"I thought you were going to scold me..." he mumbled, hiding his relieved face with a hand.

Chan chuckled:
"You've done the best you could. Why would I scold you for that?"

Jisung chose that second to cough.

Minho threw himself off the chair and next to the bed:
"JISUNG??"

The other opened his eyes slowly, those big maroon eyes and coughed again:
"Minho? Minho, I'm sorry! I used it, I don't know what happened, are you ok?? Did I-"

But Minho didn't let him finish.
He hugged him.

"Shut up." he said softly:
"I'm ok. Everything's fine."

Jisung's body shook into a sob as his arms pulled Minho closer:

"Thank god..."

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