Twelve Majestic [EXO X OC]

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"Just, take a deep inhale. Don't stress yourself, this thing takes a lot of time," I gave Chanyeol a smile, crossing my legs into a square and handing him the notebook in which the written sentence was on. Chanyeol smiled faintly, sweat of strain rolling down his forehead. His smile was tired, exhausted; not physically – we weren't doing anything physical – but mentally. It had been two hours since we were sitting down on the grass, trying to make him blurt out a sound, or a noise of some sort.

I knew Chanyeol was slowly beating himself up about it, because he couldn't say anything at all. He couldn't even heave a small 'ah', which was getting to his nerves. I told him it was alright countless of times, and that practice will make him better. But the longer we tried, the more it got him frustrated with himself.

"Why don't we stop now, hmm?" I tried saying soothingly, reaching for his bangs and ruffling his red locks away from his forehead. "You seem tired, and we won't get it right the first time we try."

Reluctantly, Chanyeol agreed, slowly backing his head from my hold and gathering his strewn notebooks and sketchbook – I even bought him a colorful set of pens -- he laid his back down on the grass, closing his eyes and breathing from his nose. I stared at him with sympathetic eyes. Chanyeol didn't deserve any of this, and I'm sure whatever it was that was blocking his sound, it was more mental than physical. I knew he had been holding himself for years to the point he couldn't even remember how to speak. I haven't really seen a case like this in my life before, but I heard about it countless of times. Despite the trust between us, I knew it will take a lot more than that to motivate Chanyeol.

Just when I was about to curl up beside him, someone's finger poked my forehead hesitantly, and when I looked at the culprit, he immediately stretched his hand back to his sides. Kyungsoo's eyes were naturally wide, but right now, they were wider. He stared at his fingers while I frowned, and soon cupped his cheeks, running his hands over his wounds.

"Well, I sure didn't heal," he murmured loud enough for us to hear, and Sehun, who was laying his head on Kai's thighs, arose from his position and turned to Kyungsoo with a frown, his gray hair sticking up on all sides. His hair seemed darker than before: when I first had him, and the sun glistening harshly on us all made it look dark. It didn't look grayish, but more charcoal-like. Xiumin and Joonmyeon, whom were talking at the side, payed attention to us as well.

"I can control it," I said with a frown. "Touching me randomly won't make you heal just like that," I continued, stretching my arms backwards and then bundling them on my lap. I caught Chanyeol's eyes from the corner, listening to us speak, before he realized I stared at him, and he glanced away with a red color on his cheeks.

"Were you like that since you were born? Cause I sure as hell know warriors aren't born, but made," Kyungsoo raised an eyebrow up, completely oblivious, and I realized Joonmyeon and the others never did explain anything to him, not like they know a lot of things anyway.

"Warriors?" I echoed dumbly, not quite understanding why he would say that. Kyungsoo blew out a sigh, as if I'm the stupidest person he has ever met.

"Normal humans and Wielders can't heal, period. So whether you are a warrior or something close, because healing is a supernatural ability."

"Well, I know I wasn't born with it," I said curtly, earning a small curl of the lips from Kyungsoo at the absolute irritation in my tone. It seemed that Baekhyun was quite attracted to the conversation as he came closer to us and sat beside Kyungsoo, after he had been leaning against the trunk of a tree several meters away. "It just happened.. when Kai and I were kidnapped."

I knew Kyungsoo was curious on the story behind my words, as he shot Kai a look, but he and I both knew it wasn't that important. The past is the past, and nothing good would happen if we retold it besides anguish and pain.