pleia | svt

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"ohmygod! is he okay?!" seungcheol yells, his eyes glancing around chan's body in a tizzy.

"i-i don't know! his eyes aren't open so i can't read his mind! woo what's happening to him?!"

"don't look at me! he asked me to un-bubble him and i'm trying! i'm trying not to totally destroy his mind and body in the process, though! this shit is like brain surgery!" wonwoo yelled back, his sapphire blue eyes locked on his little brother.

"seungkwan, a-are you okay? your hand..." vernon asked lowly, pointing at the boy's hand.

seungkwan's fingers were starting to turn purple and his knuckles were stark white while chan squeezed him tightly. seungkwan, though in immense pain, couldn't focus on himself as he looked at his baby brother writhing in pain.

chan was in the process of getting un-bubbled by wonwoo, but he wasn't responding well to the procedure. he was laying on the floor in pure agony. his eyes were shut tightly while he held seungkwan's hand tightly; all the while he was screaming and crying out in pain, his body covered in sweat and goosebumps.

"i'm fine... but chan isn't." he whispered, his pink eyes full of worry and panic.

"what do you mean he isn't?! of course he's not, look at him!" jun snapped, making large strides toward the small boy who sat beside a spasming chan.

minghao lunged toward him, pushing him back by the shoulders. "watch it, jun! seungkwan is an empath, he can only read people's feelings, so let's settle down and listen to him." he said calmly, his ruby red eyes set on jun's brown ones.

"fine... what's happening to chan?" he said in a huff, his eyes piercing with anger.

"he's... lost? he's in pain, confused and lonely. i don't know but he feels very... empty?" he said slowly, trying to interpret all the feelings flooding his body.

"he looks like he's having a seizure, wonwoo. what part of you un-bubbling him could make him this spastic?" joshua asked, fluttering over to his two brothers, trying to figure it out.

"like i said before... i have no fucking clue! i'm not disturbing any nerves or cutting off his magic circuits, maybe it's just overwhelming for a body that was used to being an imanity!" he said, his hands starting to shake as he tried to retract the remnants of his magic from his brain. "now stop asking me questions so i can focus because this is really hard."

"then maybe you shouldn't have done it in the first place!"

"ji... c'mon he explained it already..."

"i don't give a fuck, actually! you shouldn't have done this to him wonwoo, he didn't deserve it!"

"for fucks sake! shut up, jihoon!"

"mingyu don't yell at him!"

"then get your little boyfriend in check, soonyoung! chan is in pain right now and wonwoo is the only person that can fix it. so, i suggest you all just get it together and let this man fix it-" 

tears sprung from mingyu's eyes as he continued, just hearing the piercing screams of chan made him squirm.

"-let him fix it... please. i can't make it stop, though trust me i want to! since all of us are practically useless in this situation, let wonwoo fix him or i'll never forgive any of you!" he screamed, the loud roar of his voice putting everyone in a state of shock.

"mingyu... enough." seokmin said quietly, but it rang with authority. he looked around the room to see everybody frozen with fear by the scolding they had received from mingyu, then down to chan, and back up to his tall brother. "we're all nervous mingyu, no need to yell. all of us would help if we could." he said soothingly, looking up at him and shooting his classic smile. "so let's just wait and be here for chan when he wakes up."