metanoia «yoonmin»

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The explosion was not as violent as people would probably describe it. It was close to the restaurant and as Jimin turned his head he noticed two figures next to the sea. They were just a few inches from the crashing waves but it did not seem to bother them in the littlest. Behind one of the silhouettes had rose a wall made of sand. It was too dark for Jimin to see their faces but he could tell the figures were most probably male.

"Not again..." Yoongi sighed. He stood up, placing a few banknotes on the table.

"Let me–" Jimin tried to offer to split the bill but Yoongi shook his head.

"I'm not making a student and a minor at that pay." Another explosion was heard, muffling Yoongi's voice. The people around them were looking worried at one another butt there were no screams. They seemed pretty collected. "It's a high tier meeting place. The people here I used to this ruckus."

Jimin nodded his head and stood up as well.

"Now let's go stop this bullshit," Yoongi said.

Yoongi was walking directly towards the place where the two figures were fighting. Another explosion followed. Jimin could not help but compare Yoongi to James Bond or some other cool movie hero who was walking towards danger just as composed as ever. Jimin was looking at his broad back and it took him a few minutes before he collected himself and followed Yoongi towards the beach.

The closer they got the louder the explosions got and the better Jimin could see their faces. The one that was being protected by a sand wall had peach colored disheveled hair and glowing in caramel colors. His hands were raised high as sand swirled around his fingers and his body. Jimin could see where the usually high shore was dug into, he supposed the missing sand was the one surrounding the peach haired male. Opposite from him was another male, but taller and with bloody red hair – Zuho, Jimin realized. He was kicking and hitting the sand wall again and again, explosions going off every time he did. His eyes were glowing in the orange-red color of an explosion. The sea water that was unfortunate enough to be close to the battle ended up in small salty water drops.

"And just when I thought they were starting to get along again." Yoongi shook his head.

He snapped his fingers and Jimin could see small sparkles. Soon enough fire had caught on the beach. It surrounded the two fighting males in two really tight fire rings. The flames illuminated everyone's faces. It was Jimin's first time to see Zuho's angered one and even more – Yoongi's indifferent one. He could still remember the battle on Jeongguk's Metanoia – Yoongi's worried red eyes, the strong but controlled fire and Yoongi's gentle hands on him. This Yoongi did not care about controlling the flames. They were high and hot, smoke going up in the clouds and making Jimin cough from their unpleasant smell.

"You can stop now," said Yoongi.

Both males turned to him with angry faces. Jimin's hand unconsciously got a hold of Yoongi's sleeve as if to tell him to be careful.

"Oh, fuck off, Yoongi," the peach haired male spoke. "This doesn't concern you."

"It's our problem to solve," Zuho growled.

Yoongi rubbed his temples and sighed. "You just ruined my date. It concerns me."

Jimin's eyes slightly widened. He thought he and Yoongi were just hanging out together, getting to know each other as they were supposed to spend a lot of time together now because of Chan and Namjoon. Was date not what you went on with the girl you like? Yoongi had to be confused.

And yet... Jimin should not feel happy because of that. It was no reason to feel joy.

Zuho eyed Jimin suspiciously until a grin spread across his face. "Date, huh?" His hand grazed the high flames but he did not seem hurt at all. "Does little birdie know it?"