Lightsaber // chanbaek

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'마음은 섬세한 물질이다.'

'The mind is a delicate matter.'

。Destruction。

I don't know what he means by earning each other's trust, but what I do know is it's going to take a miracle for me to ever side with him. He's a complete monster. A psychotic man who wants to crush the planet I call my home. If that isn't enough for me to despise him, I don't know what is.

As we continue to walk through the icy corridors, Baekhyun raising his hand every so often to greet the people passing by. They all have certain uniforms on. For instance, a few wearing black, matted material have a certain authority to them, badges covering their chests as they walk with heavy boots. Others have khaki uniforms, slightly less authoritative, marching in groups of about four. I try my best to figure out this place's system, noticing how each door has a number on it like some kind of hotel.

I actually feel slightly relieved until Baekhyun shoves me into an empty black room with padded flooring and strange looking cupboards covering the walls. He shuts the door with his ankle, hands tucked neatly into his pockets. I pick myself up off the ground, brushing the dirt off of my trousers. Before I know it, the familiar red flame is at my neck, not just a simple rod of light, but a blazing red fire, out of control. It's a millimetre away from my neck, a millimetre away from death.

He throws something on the floor, never faltering in his rather impressive stance. I look down to see my familiar, scratched lightsaber, surprisingly not out of control. How is it that when he throws it it's completely harmless, and when I throw it or drop it, it ends up almost killing someone?!

I lean down to grab it, pressing the button so that it's stretched out fully, ready to protect me. It looks puny next to his, but I'm glad to see a colour other than black, red or white.

"I may have taken a look through that complicated mind of yours, Chanyeol. I've seen your potential." His voice drops a few octaves, the deep sound rattling my bones as he circles me agonisingly slowly, the lightsaber now aimed at my torso.

"I-I,"

"I didn't give you permission to speak baby boy, now did I?"

I shake my head, not wanting to be scolded or quite literally scalded. I try my best to stay calm, anticipating his next move. Instead of saying anything, the bolt of red I can see slashes through the air, and I have just enough time to think, bringing my saber forward so that I block his thrash.

For a moment it's silent and he continues to walk, but I know he's planning on something, and he's taking a long time to think. I grip my saber carefully, both hands balled together around the metal handle, waiting patiently for his next blow. I'm a mess when it comes to movements, but the mess I make causes damage, and thus I was deemed one of the best in my class, which I honestly believed would never happen.

"You want something more, don't you baby boy? Well guess what?"

He slashes the lightsaber once, twice, thrice, still circling around me with wide steps, almost knocking my saber out of my hands if not for my iron grip.

"I can give you more. I can show you the thrill of the dark side. You won't fall like the others. You'll be the best. I'll train you to be the best."

If he wants to see my best, I'll show it to him. I remind myself of Kyungsoo's shaking figure, Suho's gaunt expression and Lay's condition. I remind myself of the damage caused in just one night. And I'm calm, with my silent heartbeat providing me with rhythm, I swing my saber once, twice, thrice, making sure to hit harder, faster, stronger.

"That's right baby boy, channel your anger and use it against your enemies."

It angers me that my blows didn't affect him, and I try once more, catching him by surprise with a swipe to his feet, although it leaves barely a scratch and before I know it, all confidence is drained from me when his lightsaber comes in contact with my arm, and the burning, bubbling feeling of my new open wound feels like a stake being stabbed through my chest. It's like a fire has settled on my arm, sizzles and even a bit of smoke coming out as I lay on the floor, eyes flooding with tears as I bite my lip. I'm not going to show him my weak side. As far as he is concerned, I am not weak. He sees me as a baby, but I'm a man. And I'll prove it. He won't win me over. Not if I still have my brain and heart.

"Getting distracted won't help you baby, I've seen your talent. You'll do just fine." He holds out a hand but I refuse to take it, I refuse any help from him. He's wrecked my life. He's confused me, torn me in two. It's only been a few hours and already half of me is broken, questioning my own worth.

"Take my hand, that is unless you want to be punished. I've already held back once, I won't do it again." He practically growls, the whole dark room seeming to get darker, the only source of light being his lightsaber.

Gradually, I bring my shaking hand to his and his tight grip pulls me up without concern. I rip my hand out of his hold, hating the foreign feeling of his skin against mine. This is so wrong. He is so wrong. He's crazy.

"I think we're all a little crazy, don't you, baby boy?"

"You're psychotic."

He stops his still walk, turning around with a wild grin on his face. I freeze in my spot, just knowing something bad is going to happen.

Before I can think of a way out, he has me pinned against a wall, one hand gripping both of mine in place above my head whilst his other traces my jawline. I bite back my lip, realising how horrifyingly close our faces are. His breath fans against my neck as his head twists to the side like a confused dog, except he isn't confused. His eyes trail from my own, to my neck and I try my best to shake and tug at my arms, bending them down to at least try and get rid of his hold. But no no avail, his grip becomes tighter, making me whimper.

This seems to make him smile, as he does it again and I make an unintentional pained expression, letting out a breathless groan as my wrists rub against each other uncomfortably.

"Mine. No one else's."

'넌 내꺼야.'

'You are mine.'