mingyu felt like he was being torn apart. his hands were everything.that's what he uses to type and write for his magazine, to cook, to drive, to use his ability. now, it was gone.
plus, wonwoo was going to kill him anyway—he doesn't need it anymore then. mingyu was sick of the world. he could've saved wonwoo, saved seventeen, and made the crime rates drop. why should he be gifted with such a useless ability?
"three, two..." wonwoo counts down, looming over mingyu who just stared at his broken fingers in horror. he was making wonwoo's job much more easier. "ready?"
mingyu looked up. "yes. why don't you finish your mission? it's right in front of you. if you're not such a coward, then i would've been dead minutes ago." mingyu says. wonwoo was surprised, making him hold back from killing just one person.
that wasn't me. mingyu's eyes widen, surprised at what he said. mingyu didn't even mean to look straight into wonwoo's eyes! what the hell has gotten into him?
"okay then." wonwoo adjusts his grip on the gun, shooting mingyu once on the shoulder. mingyu wanted to scream, but he was holding himself back. why?! mingyu can't understand this phenomenon! what was happening to him? "i changed my mind. i'm going to use my ability. guns are for the weak, anyway."
"you used a gun, does that mean you're weak? oh no no, you're very wrong, dear." mingyu gasps, hearing the familiar voice of his co-member. wonwoo turned around, looking once at who it is—before running to mingyu. but just like the editor, wonwoo was held back with a strange force. "amazing, right?"
jihoon smirked, levitating in front of a distraught wonwoo. the raven-haired man never expected this power from jihoon—who didn't seem like an important role based on yi-eun's files. wonwoo thought he can bring jihoon down using his gravity.
no. jihoon can go against gravity. that's how he can lift most objects. which means, jihoon is clearly on the winning streak here.
"oi, hoshino-san!" jihoon shouted, while an annoyed soonyoung erupted from somewhere mingyu doesn't want to know about. soonyoung scoffed. "take mingyu back to the house. jun will be here soon."
"just hoshi. we're not in japan, dickhead." soonyoung controls mingyu's body, making him walk to soonyoung. the shorter lad carries the editor on his back. "i can't use my ability on you, to make you walk since it will drain your energy. i'm carrying you home, is that okay?"
mingyu sniffles, responding. "so you're the one who made me say things like that to wonwoo." mingyu says, leaning on soonyoung's back. soonyoung speeds up when he hears an explosion from the alley where they left wonwoo and jihoon.
"sorry. against my will, i was sent here with jihoon for backup."
"no, thank you." mingyu smiled, which soonyoung was not able to see. soonyoung furrowed his eyebrows, surprised at mingyu's unexpected answer. "i was showing all of my vulnerabilities in front of wonwoo, and i didn't want that. you helped me lessen the impact of his hit, so thank you."
soonyoung shrugs. "whatever floats your boat. we gotta get you to that sadist. fine if i control your mind for a while?" soonyoung says.
mingyu chuckles. despite soonyoung's loud personality, he is always so gentle when it comes to the people he's close to. he always offers the best kind of help possible. "okay."
"alright." soonyoung replied, using his ability to stop mingyu's paretial lobe from working, yet keeping him alive. soonyoung's mind control ability is amazing, mingyu thought. "sleep for a while."
"thank you, again."
jihoon flicked away the things that were aimed at him. technically, those things are just getting attracted to the gravitational forces that wonwoo put around jihoon. a good tactic, but jihoon can work his way out of that.
"good grief. blunt attacks?" jihoon held his hand in front of him, to stop the bullets that were meant to be for jihoon. "where are you, damn it? i need to kill you, or capture you."
"you can't." jihoon shivered, hearing wonwoo's voice right behind his ear. his breath could even be felt on jihoon's nape. the smaller man turned to counterattack, but wonwoo wasn't there anymore.
"hiding, because you know i'm going to defeat you? heh. okay then. i'm just going to capture you." jihoon used his inhuman speed to search around the area for wonwoo. "eh? here you are."
wonwoo grunted, looking down on his feet as jihoon got a hold of his wrist. he was pinned on the wall, and wonwoo's ability is useless. jihoon is able to fight gravity, so he guesses that he'll stay cornered here for a while. "being captured is not my option, too."
"but you're close to being captured right now." jihoon deadpanned, looking at wonwoo intently. the distance between their faces was intimidating wonwoo. "you seemed to be stronger than me back then. making plans and shit."
wonwoo's pupils dilated, making jihoon chuckle in surprise. bingo. "you don't know anything about me-"
"keep your pretty mouth shut. i know everything about you. st—"
"wonwoo!" a new voice. jihoon had never heard it before, but he would describe it as a highschool girl's voice. "code blue?"
suddenly, jihoon felt a sharp pain on his back, making him let go of wonwoo and fly upwards to avoid any more sudden attacks. he realizes that someone just slashed his back horizontally—his sweater was soaking in his own blood. "what the fuck, another new character?"
"he's not in your missions, woo, let's go!" jihoon looked down and saw the owner of the highschool girl voice. it was a grown woman, opposing from what jihoon thought. fair skin, french-braided ginger hair, tall and curvy. her clothes were what sexy agents in movies would usually wear: gun straps all over her body, wearing cargo pants, combat boots and sports bra.
"so i'm not your mission. you don't have to kill me or involve yourself in combat with me." jihoon floats down, crossed arms as he glared at the two who were running to an armed vehicle. "fine then."
jihoon outruns the two(being wonwoo and the woman with the highschool girl voice), getting in their getaway car before they even reach it. jihoon detaches the doors, and he's sure that wonwoo and that other girl is on their top speed right now. he has to make it fast.
"alright, done." jihoon mumbled, running back to joshua's house after dropping a grenade inside the armed car. "you got yourself a pretty fuckbuddy, huh? not for long."
either she dies, or wonwoo dies, or they both die, or nothing happens to them at all. all the choices are good enough as a threat from seventeen to w systems.