Ying&Yang °•Minsung•°

9.1

"That all you got?" grinned Jisung.

Minho's glare made blood frizz in his veins:
"In your dreams"

From the sidelines someone whistled.
Dodging his opponents' relentless attacks Jisung only barely heard Seungmin's sarcastic comment:

"That's some aggressive flirting"

Felix laughed.
Jisung hoped Minho hadn't heared.

A punch hit him straight in the jaw.

"Don't look at them. Look at me." Minho grunted, hand gripped into a fist.

Jisung felt a surge of bliss.

"No." he urged his body.

He breathed.
In.
Out.

"Do not."

In the past few weeks he had picked up meditation. Jeongin had suggested it and sometimes it actually seemed to help.

He blocked a blow at the last second and ground his teeth. Holding his power in check was so hard.
And Minho wasn't helping a single bit: none of his blows held the zap of nullify, only the hurt of a normal punch.

Jisung knew he was doing it so he could get there on his own but still...

Their limbs tangled as they fought, Minho gripping his arms together to immobilize him.

Jisung's skin sparked with his closeness, his heart beating fast.

Bliss clouded his brain, his vision got blurry at the peripheral.
He shut his eyes tight.

"I said no."

He focused on Minho's grip on his arms, determined not to let his power win.
His hands were strong, callous.
The crackly, burned skin of one of his palms scratched his forearm...but he didn't mind that.

"OW!" screamed Minho that second, releasing him out of nowhere.

Jisung's eyes flew open:
"What?? What happened?"

Everyone looked stunned.

"What!?" he repeated.

"Your-" Seungmin started.

"YOUR ARMS JISUNG!!" interrupted him Jeongin, starry eyed.

Jisung looked down, confused and his mouth fell open.

A slither of fire enveloped his arms all the way down to his fingers.
His shirt was already starting to burn.

"AH!" he exclaimed and started flapping his hands:

"HOW DO I MAKE THAT STOP"

"This is amazing" was mumbling Jeongin under his breath:

"My theory is even more likely now..."

Jisung was panicking.
He liked this shirt.

Suddenly a hand touched his cheek and the familiar zap of nullify forced his body to relax.
Slowly the flames relinquished.

His shirt kept burning.

Minho yanked at the side of it, helping him take it off then between the both of them they somehow managed to save it.

"Well..." Jisung commented, looking at the burned sides of the sleeves:

"It sure looks alternative now..."

Minho released an amused puff of air.

Jisung turned to him.

"Did he just laugh at something I said..?"

The other was trying hard to keep a straight face but his lips were still slightly quirked upwards.

Jisung shivered.

"He's so pretty..."

"Ehm...Jisung..." Felix touched his arm, careful:

"You may want to follow me..."

"Huh?"

"Trust me..."

Jisung followed him.
As he walked, shivering, feeling heat pooling in his body he realized something was somehow still wrong.

Felix brought him to the bathroom.

"You owe me" was the first thing he said:
"I just saved you from a very embarassing situation"

Jisung tilted his head to the side, brain still filled with the buzzing excitement of progress:
"What situation?"

Felix sighed then pinched his nose bridge:
"Change and you'll see"

Jisung watched him leave, even more confused.
He shrugged it off.

"So I can channel my power?? Now this is useful. I could find a way to only press it into my hands and-"

He froze.
A hand rose to his mouth, embarassment tinting his ears red.

Now the heat in his belly made all the more sense.

"Thank you Felix. Thank you thank you thank you" he pleaded.

But more than anything he hoped Minho hadn't noticed.

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