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[bangchanyespls]

Phosphorescence

I started a fanfic today and I have no idea where it's going but please join me for the ride ~ ♡

I'm having surgery this week so I figure i need something to do so here we are :)

It is a Superpower AU with reader as the main character. I hope you like it 🙏🏼

TW for this chapter: apathy

Pt 2

You put your hands up, twisting them at the wrist to show the front and back of them. You keep your eyes on the man in front of you, ignoring the way your heart pounds in your chest, jaw clenching as you watch him look you up and down.

“I’m unarmed.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, a small twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

You roll your eyes, heat blooming in your face, scoffing. “Physically, obviously.”

He lowers his brow, face going blank as he drags his gaze up and down you, before drifting to the person beside you.

Felix follows your lead, gulping slightly as he shows he, too, was unarmed.

“Why, exactly, have you shown up here?” the man in front of you questions, looking at both of you as he folds his hands infront of himself.

You shift towards Felix, slightly infront of him in case anything goes awry. You will your heartbeat to slow down.

“We’re shields. Every team needs one.”

“Precisely.”

You raise an eyebrow at him.

“We only need one. Why would I take two?”

You grit your teeth as you answer, “You’ll have a replacement if I die.”

You can hear Felix’s sharp intake of breath from behind you but chose to ignore it as you maintain eye contact, refusing to back down.

He stares at you for a moment, before chuckling. “Alright. I’ll take you both.”

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You wait in the room, finally seated. Felix continues to fidget nervously next to you while you continue to stare down Bang Chan, the leader of SKZ.

He's formidable; muscle visible even in the suit he's wearing. The way he holds himself commands respect, and you fight viciously against the urge to submit to him.

You trace your eyes across his face, heat rising to your cheeks as you come to terms that he is also dashingly handsome. Greek statuesque, plump lips, kind eyes when they weren’t burning into your soul.

He turns towards you, and you turn your face towards Felix, reaching a hand out to him that he gratefully clings to.

Bang Chan has no idea how you and Felix had found him, if you both were spies sent to infiltrate his gang. You had told him the truth; you were just trying to find a place for you and Felix. Somewhere that would keep both of you safe, but Felix mainly.

He had told you to wait for his colleague Hyunjin, and then we would be good to go if we were telling the truth.

A knock on the door signals an arrival, Felix and you both turning your heads to see who was entering.

A tall man walks in, lithe and light, footsteps barely making a sound as he walks over to Bang Chan, head held down as Bang Chan whispers something to him.

Felix’s gasp hits your ears before the sound of your heart beating wildly in your chest. The man has turned around with a smile, friendly and devilishly handsome. He approaches calmly, stopping two feet away as he takes his time looking at us.

“My name is Hyunjin. I’m going to ask you some questions individually.”

He doesn’t wait for an answer from either of us, focusing on Felix first.

“What’s your name?”

A blush climbs Felix’s neck before he answers, “Felix.”

A Cheshire grin makes its way onto Hyunjin’s face as a shiver travels up your spine. Felix is still focused on Hyunjin, barely blinking as he stares.

“You will answer honestly. What is your power?”

“Photo kinesis and force fields.”

“Who sent you here?”

Felix shakes his head, brows furrowing in confusion. “No one sent us. We found you on our own.”

Hyunjin spares a glance at you, before focusing back on Felix.

“What is your purpose of coming here?”

The confusion on Felix’s face gets deeper. “We want to stay with you guys. Help you out. Be safe.”

Hyunjin’s eyebrow raises slightly but he nods, looking over his shoulder at Bang Chan to see if he’s satisfied. He shrugs, boredom present on his face. He nods a head in your direction, and Hyunjin faces you this time.

“What is your name?”

“Y/N.”

The same Cheshire grin covers his face, and you feel a sticky like warmth coat you. It seems like it seeps through your skin, into your blood stream, you brain getting fuzzy like you’re drunk, or on drugs, then you're hit with a smell so delicious your mouth waters. Your eyes lock into Hyunjins’ and you realize HE smells delicious.

“You will answer honestly. What is your power?”

The answers out in the open before you can even stop it, falling out of your mouth with no restraint.

“Umbra kinesis and psychic shield.”

He tilts his head slightly at you, confusion crossing his face, eyes flickering between you and Felix.

“What’s the difference between your powers? You’re both shields are you not?”

You know deep down that you want to hold this answer close to the chest, but its stumbling out of your mouth so willingly.

“I control darkness. Felix controls light. In any capacity for us both. His force field is based on his physical strength. Mine is based on my mental strength. They're similar but completely different.”

The grin is back.

“Who sent you?”

“No one sent us, I found you.”

The grin shifts just slightly, enough for me to know he dislikes that.

“What is your purpose of coming here?"

“We needed somewhere to belong. A mutually beneficial arrangement.”

He nods his head slowly like he’s trying to see if he has any other questions. He looks back over his shoulder at Bang Chan, hand raised slightly in question. Bang Chan comes right behind him, eyes staring into your soul with a glint over his shoulder, whispering another question in his ear.

The grin is back, full force.

“Why should we take both of you?”

“You’d have a replacement for me if I die.”

Hyunjin’s shocked by the blunt answer, but covers it with a raise of his brow, Bang Chan still has that glint in his eye as he whispers another question in his ear. Hyunjins eyes flick over to Felix before settling back on you.

“You want us to use you, and keep him safe, is that correct?”

“Yes.”

Hyunjins brow scrunches, and he tilts his head towards chan, eyes not leaving you.

Another whispered question.

“And when you die, we can use him as our shield?”

“I won’t.”

Hyunjins nose scrunches as Bang Chans eyes light up while a more nefarious Cheshire grin crosses his face.

“You won’t what?”

“Die.”

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Chan had been ecstatic with your answers, immediately calling Hyunjin off and inviting you and Felix into the gang, taking you to the house to introduce you to the rest of the group. He had them take turns, starting with Hyunjin.

Hyunjin – Mind control but you have to answer his question first, pheromone manipulation, and intuitive adaptation.

Next up had been Minho - Invisibility and teleportation both shareable, but with a three person limit.

Changbin had followed – Healing abilities: takes part of the injury away if able to, can speed up the healing process significantly, Summoning: of minions, in his own words, and deflection, naturally used with others powers, can consciously apply it to others, but has to remain focused.

Han Jisung - hemokinesis, along with muscle manipulation, and blood creation.

Seungmin - mind reading when he wants, probability manipulation, although he has to be able to see the situation to manipulate it, and photographic reflexes.

Jeongin - power absorption, with a limit of 5 powers at a time, along with deactivation and activation of powers for a 48 hour time limit.

Chan finally revealed his own - substance mimicry and gravity distortion.

Felix is quick to make friends with everyone, a ray of sunshine as Changbin had called him. Him and Han had made quick friends; the younger ones, seungmin and jeongin, following quickly.

You stayed to yourself and Felix alot at first, hyunjin being the one to stick around you the most when Chan wasn't making you show him what you were capable of.

Eventually the walls broke down from everyone, and you all meshed together; a group of friends, a gang of misfits, a powerful force to be fucked with.

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Phosphorescence Pt. 2

A/N: hey guys I finally figured some stuff out 😌 had my surgery today so I decided to go ahead and post this so I can focus on writing more. Still no idea where this is heading but hey ~ I'll make it good for you. No Pairings as of yet. Also I used a generator to give me an idol to use as another character so sorry if it doesn't fit their personality!

Summary: The calm before the storm, breakfast with the boys.

No TW this chapter.

Superpower gang AU with reader insert.

Word count: 1.1k

Pt 1

Pt 3

The house was quiet, early morning sunlight streaming through the cracks in the black out curtains. Your footsteps barely there as you step through the hallways, making your way to the kitchen.

This was your favorite time of the day, the calm before the, inevitable, storm.

Living with 8 men was not something that was calm, nor quiet.

You start the coffee pot, hips pressing against the counter as you cross your arms over your chest, head hanging back with your eyes closed. You bask in the silence but keep an ear out for one of the guys.

The scent of fresh brewed coffee fills the room, but the tell-tale sound of it dripping into the pot has yet to be heard.

You huff slightly but stay as you are. “Good morning, ‘Jin.”

You can imagine the pout on his face as he settles next to you, footsteps just as silent as yours. Lazily rolling your head towards him, you open your eyes.

He is, in fact, pouting.

“How’d you know?” he grumbles, bottom lip jutted out as he blinks at you. You take in his gorgeously sleepy face, eyes open enough, but still squinting at you, not out of suspicion but out of bleariness.

“The coffee hasn’t started dripping into the pot yet, ‘Jin. If you’re going to try to mimic scents you have to do it when the timing is right.” You close your eyes as he huffs, imagining the eye roll you know he’s doing right now.

You could hear his mumbled, “It works on Jisung.”

“That’s because Jisung never knows what’s going on UNTIL he’s had coffee.”

You smirk as you listen to the sounds of him shuffling around the kitchen, the coffee finally dripping into the pot.

The kitchen drifts back into a quiet hum of background noise: Hyunjin beginning breakfast, the coffee sounding half full, the creaks from the doors and floors as everyone else starts to wake up.

You finally remove yourself from against the counter, pulling out plates and cups for everyone before finally getting your coffee.

Jisung is already at your back, reaching around you getting sugar to grab the coffee, you twisting around him to get the creamer from the fridge.

A daily dance that you both could do with your eyes closed. You finish making your coffee, setting the creamer next to him as Minho grabs your waist and gently shifts you out of the way towards the other side of the island as he settles in next to Jisung to make his own coffee.

Jeongin settles next you, arms resting on the island as he leans his head against you while you sip your coffee, both of you watching Hyunjin as he continues to cook breakfast. You watch as everyone else starts to stumble into the kitchen, blurry eyed and half awake.

Chan and Changbin walk in first, foregoing the coffee, opting for juice instead as Seungmin and Felix take Minho and Jisungs place, another pot already finished brewing for them.

You nudge Jeongin and he shifts off you, head coming to lay against his arms as he closes his eyes and dozes.

You leave the crowded kitchen, making your way into the living room and settle in the corner of the couch, still nursing your coffee and greedily trying to steal the last moments of silence before-

“Ahh! Hyunjin, you’re not cooking it right!” Changbin yells, loud and echoing.

A smack of a spatula is heard against flesh, “Yes I am!”

You breathe deeply through your nose, exhaling sharply when Felix drops down next to you on the couch, already curling up against you. He rubs his face against your shoulder, settling against you, and you lay your head against his.

“Sleep well, Lix?”

He hums affirmatively and you both continue to sit in silence as everyone in the kitchen comes to life.

You watch as they file out, one or two at a time, finding places either at the dining table or around the living room, chatting amongst themselves, or sitting silently as you were.

Hyunjin brings out breakfast, sets it on the table and sits, huffing as Changbin settles next to him and admonishes him, still, about how he didn’t make it right.

You shake Felix from his doze and nod your head towards them. He blinks a few times before getting up and heading towards the two, diffusing the situation quickly as he steals both their attentions away from each other.

Chan moves from the table to sit over with you, leaning in close.

“We have a meeting today with Woozi and his gang.”

You turn towards him nodding your head. “Are we all going?”

He presses his lips together as he thinks before shaking his head. “I think just me, you, Minho, and Seungmin can handle it...”

There's an open pause and you realize he's asking you for your opinion. You may not be anywhere near the top of being in charge, but he still values your strategic input.

He waits as you mull it over. A gravity controlling substance mimic, a darkness manipulating shield, an invisible teleporter, and a mind reader with photographic reflexes and probability manipulation.

Your eyes shift to Hyunjin.

“Why don’t we bring Hyunjin along, just to keep the situation calm? We both know how much they dislike us. His pheromones should keep it civil, not to mention the mind control.”

He purses his lips together again, while glancing at each member. “Yeah, that should work. We’ll have a shield, a mind reader, an escape, luck, and durability on our side. That should make it pretty easy to get out if we need to.”

You hum your agreement, standing up to stretch. “When are we leaving?”

“In an hour. I’ll let the guys know. You go get ready.”

You nod at him, walking over to the table and grabbing some food before heading back to your room.

You wait ‘til your door shuts behind you to start letting your mind run over each course of action that could take place at the meeting.

Woozi definitely doesn’t like your group, but the mutual appreciation of strong powered individuals usually tends to keep everyone civil. His group tends to have more tangible advantages compared to ours: super strength, invincibility, shape shifting, electro kinesis, magnetism, etc. In the event the meeting turned hostile, they’d have to get passed your shield, Seungmins’ probability, and Minhos’ teleportation.

You shake the nerves out of your body as you begin to get ready, stretching and clearing your mind.

A small smile graces your lips as you think, “We’ve got this.”

[bangchanyespls]

Phosphorescence Pt. 5

Summary: Felix drops you off with Changbin to get healed.

Word count: 1.1k

TW: injury, healing, pain, tears - if I miss any lmk

A/N: lemme know if yall like it! Leave me some love!! :)

Pt. 4

Pt 6

Felix sits you down in the cot next to Chans, running a hand across your shoulders and down your back to smooth your shirt out before he steps away.

"Ill come back and check on you in a bit, okay?"

You nod at him, a smile on your lips that he returns, albeit sad around the edges, before he slips out of the room. You stare after him for a second, a small pang in your chest before you turn to focus on Chan.

Changbin is at the side of his cot, hand placed against Chans shoulder while he watches the vitals monitor. He spares you a glance and a smile before refocusing on it.

"How's he doing?"

Your question joins the symphony of beeps coming from the vitals monitor, steadily filling the silence.

It seems like Changbins ignoring you, but you wait patiently. You're well aware of his inability to multitask outside of high stress situations, and you're used to having to give him time to get his thoughts together.

You observe them both; Changbins arm tensing and releasing as he aids Chan, Chans chest rising and falling steadily as he sleeps.

Changbin finally steps away, sighing and rubbing a hand over his face before he faces you. He smiles again, the action not fully reaching his eyes, and you return it more subdued.

"He's doing good. He's just gunna have to sleep off the rest of the tranquilizer. Han had tried to separate it from his blood, but without having a dialysis machine or something similar, he couldn't. And I tried healing it out of him, but that also didn't work, so." He shrugs, finally coming to stand in front of you.

You nod as you look him over, eyes tracing over the bags under his eyes and the sweat dripping down the side of his neck.

"You're tired."

He raises an eyebrow but nods all the same. He runs his hands over your neck and shoulders, down your arms, prodding your stomach while looking for anything tender or injured.

"Of course I am. I can imagine you are too, hmm?"

A chuckle slips past your lips, but you keep quiet otherwise. He runs his hands down your legs as he kneels before cupping the back of your injured calf with his hand, lifting it to tilt it slightly as he tries to see all the damage.

"That's a nasty hit, y/n."

You glance at it and swallow hard. The skin is raw and red, skin peeling from the edges as it branches out. Small lighting like burns spiderwebbing from the edges further out around your calf. Parts of it burnt and black.

"This is gunna hurt to heal. I think you're not feeling it fully because it burnt the nerves, and you're still pretty high on adrenaline."

You grip your thighs with your hands, grip already digging into the denim as you nod at him.

"Go ahead, 'Bin."

He looks up at you through his lashes, eyes filled with remorse. You grimace at him, and he looks back down at your leg before he lays one hand firmly against your injury. You grunt at the contact, biting your lip to try to quiet it. His other hand grips the top back part of your calf tightly, immobilizing it.

The skin under his hand warms up quickly, and his grip tightens against your calf. The warmth spreads out, getting hotter as it goes. You switch from biting your lip to clenching your teeth, the heat growing painful as it continues getting hotter as the seconds drag on.

You curl in on yourself, a hand shooting out and latching onto Changbins shoulder, fingers finding purchase in the skin. He tenses slightly under your grip but shakes it out, drops of sweat sliding faster down his skin.

"Just a little longer, y/n. You can do it." His voice is soft as he whispers it to you.

You squeeze his shoulder in response and try to breathe through the pain. It reaches a white hot heat, tears dripping from your eyes against your will, and ebbs down til it's just his warm skin against yours.

You both take a moment in the silence to fortify yourselves; Changbin sags into himself, hands rubbing up and down your leg, as you fully bend forward, laying your forehead against your knees.

"Not that bad, right?"

You raise your head, glaring at him and inch your hands towards his throat, comedically acting like you're going to choke him. He laughs, loud, before tapping your hands and standing up. You look up at him while he holds his hands out for you to take.

"Stand up so I can make sure it's healed right."

You take his warm hands, squeezing tightly as you shift your weight into them as you stand up gingerly. He brings one of your connected hands to his shoulder, depositing yours against it as he moves to hold your waist. His fingers dig into your waist comfortably, ready to take on your weight if you crumble.

You extend your leg fully, putting weight on it, and there's no pain. You look up at him again, smiling fully this time, before leaning into him as you wrap your arms around his chest, laying your head against it.

"Thanks, binnie. That would of fucking sucked."

You can hear his chuckle in his chest as he brings a hand to rub up and down your back, the other still firmly against your waist.

He hums, "You need to be more careful."

You suck your teeth at him, but he brings a hand under your chin to make you look at him.

"I'm serious, y/n. What if that had hit your chest? Your heart probably would've stopped."

You look at him, taking in how genuine he looks: brow furrowed, the creases in between them deep like he's imagining what it would've been like to be faced with your corpse instead. How mouth curved down at the edges. You sigh, even as heat spreads through your cheeks and down your neck. People caring about you is still pretty foreign.

"Ahh, I'll do better. Promise." You grumble, twisting your face out of his hold and stepping back, leaning against the bed. He laughs loudly and higher pitched before he pats your shoulder.

"Imma go lay down, if anyone asks where I am."

He nods, saluting two fingers at you as he turns back towards Chan.

You walk towards the door, stopping at it to look back at both of them one more time before you nod and head out towards your room.

[bangchanyespls]

Phosphorescence Pt 4

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: You make it back to the house. Felix is the first to look you over.

Tw: crying, yelling (or louder voice), injury

A/N: so yn is gunna use a nickname for Felix. It's gunna be Feixah (fee-ks-uh) (like fix but with an e, then uh) simply bc I think it's cute and that's how my save folder is for him on IG bc I mistyped when I was naming it 😂 but also I did a poll for who y/n is gunna be with and yall voted Chan, so your wish is my command. Unless yall lmk you changed your mind 😂

Part 3

Part 5

Minho keeps you against his chest, one hand holding the back of your head, your face pressed into the junction of his neck and shoulder, the other running up and down your back as you sag fully into him, arms dropping from around his neck to rest by your sides.

You can hear the house in chaos; Changbin and Han are in the hallway rapidly discussing if Han would be able to separate Chans blood from the tranquilizer, but Seungmin chimes in with the problem of how would they get the tranquilizer out of his body. Jeongin and Hyunjin seem to join the conversation, the sound of it moving further away from you and Minho.

You hear footsteps approach, Minho tensing slightly before relaxing, and Felix's voice meets your ears.

"Is y/n.. okay?"

There's a tremble in the way he says it, watery around the edges, the pause as he debates which word to use. You shift slightly, tilting your head back to remove it from Minhos neck. You look up at Felix, taking in the way his face is trying so hard not to crumble - the muscles in his neck just as tense as in his jaw, face tight to stop him from crying.

"I'm okay, 'Lixuh." You reply, trying to put on a reassuring smile for him, although you know it's more of a grimace.

You tap Minhos arm, and he stands up, helping you along the way, holding the majority of your weight for you. You situate your arm around his neck as you reach the other out, gesturing for Felix to come to you. Felix wraps his arms around you, tightening his grip as Minho bows out from under your arm.

"I'm gunna go check on their progress with Chan. Make sure to bring y/n back to the infirmary soon to get looked at."

Felix nods in response, eyes scanning over you as he holds you away from himself slightly. You watch Minho walk out of the room, reluctant to be alone with Felix as you're unsure of what his reaction will be this time.

He pulls you closer again, turning around before he sits you on the couch to do his own actual inspection. He drops to his knees infront of you, hands gently maneuvering and caressing each part of your body as he looks you over. You keep your eyes locked on the hollow of his throat, lips clamped tightly together to keep any sounds of discomfort locked in.

The silence is loud, aggressively charged like a bomb waiting to go off. Its normally a charged situation when you come back injured from a mission, but today's different and you're not sure why.

A hiss escapes your lips as Felix touches around your calf and he quickly moves his hands back up, resting them against the denim of your shorts on your thighs. You take a chance glancing at his face, but his head is hanging down as he squeezes.

"Feixuh-" you start, but he shakes his head harshly, squeezing your thighs harder, a silent beg from him, and you sigh, but go quiet, sliding your hands ontop of his.

He threads your fingers together, gripping them tight like you'll slip through if he doesn't. He rubs his thumbs up and down your hands, grip getting uncomfortably tight as his shoulders start to shake.

"I thought you weren't gunna come back this time, y/n." His whisper is harsh, like he's having to rip it from his throat to get it out. Like if he says it, then it'll come true and you'll disappear right infront of him.

"They came back with a barely conscious Chan, and you. weren't. there." He growls the last bit, voice going hard as he gets louder as he recounts what happened, "Hyunjin and Seungmin wouldn't even look me in the face as they dragged Chan to the infirmary! Minho refused to let me come with to get you! You could of died y/n! And I would of- what could i- if you-" his voice finally cracks, snapping as a sob tears out of his throat as he buries his face into your lap.

You can feel the burning in your throat and behind your eyes as you try to keep your own tears locked away. You remove a hand from his grip and run it through his hair as he sobs quietly into your lap. You scratch slightly at his scalp before you start again.

"Feixuh-"

He shakes his head one more time, still too upset to hear his own nickname.

You huff slightly, but comply. "Felix, I had to send them back first. You know Minho can only take three-"

His head shoots up as he looks you in the eye, his voice begging as he cuts you off.

"Why couldn't it of been you?"

You smile ruefully, moving your hands to cup his face and wipe the tears from his cheeks.

"You know I had to stay behind. No one else could protect themselves while also protecting the others."

He opens his mouth to interject, but you continue over him.

"The plan didn't go how it was supposed to and the first priority was getting Chan and everyone else out of there. I couldn't risk someone else getting hurt just to stay with me-"

He whines loudly, the noise slightly guttural from the back of his throat. His chest jumps up and down haphazardly as his breathing quickens.

"But what if they'd gotten through your shield, y/n? More than they did! Who knows what could of happened! They could of killed you! Or worse! And then -"

You cover his mouth with your hand, the other moving to the nape of his neck as you rub it, trying to soothe him.

"But they didn't. And I'm okay and right here. And everyone's back safe and sound."

He huffs against your hand and you remove it, leaning forward to place your forehead against his. You both stare at eachother as he starts regulating his breathing in time with yours.

You feel his hand go to the nape of your neck, fingers tight against your neck as you both hold the other close, both your eyes closing as you take a moment to rest, supporting each other.

"Everyone's safe.." He mumbles, and you nod slightly against him. He takes another breath, sliding his hand from your neck to cup your cheek softly. You open your eyes to see him looking at you, a sad, watery half smile greeting you before he backs away and stands up.

"Come on. Let's go get you checked out."

He holds his hand out, and you take it, shifting into him as you stand up to keep the weight off your leg. He moves your arm around his shoulder as he stoops down to pick you up, your knees hooking over his arm. You rest your head against the junction of his neck and shoulder and close your eyes as he carries you out of the room and to the infirmary.

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[bangchanyespls]

Phosphorescence Pt. 3

A/N: I still have not figured out a couple for this lol and I am having a bit of writers block from the meds from my surgery so I apologize for being slow. Anyways~ enjoy 😉

Summary: it's just a meeting, what could go wrong?

Word count: 1.2k

TW: Injury, blood, apathy, a dash of hopelessness, self sacrificing tendencies, uh if I forgot something lmk

Pt. 2

Pt. 4

You were wrong. So, so wrong.

Chan leads the way to the warehouse, the agreed upon meeting spot.

Chan goes first, as the leader, then Hyunjin, prepared to use his pheromones immediately, then Seungmin, probabilities already being manipulated, then Minho, hands already out in preparation of teleporting us out of here, then you, prepared to shield from the back if they tried to ambush you.

You didn't prepare for the click of the door locking behind you, instinctively turning around to look at it. You open your mouth to voice your concern, but you're cut off, Chan yelling at you all to get down. You hit the floor instantly, eyes locating the guys before lifting your hand, palm up, a psychic shield of shadows surrounding you. You all stay on the ground, focused on Chan in front of you all.

Minho shifts his head to look back at you, eyebrows raised. You raise one back at him, both shrugging as you re-focus on Chan.

“What’s happening?” Seungmin asks, voice harsh and loud.

“I think-“ Chan takes a harsh breath, chest shaking as he coughs slightly, “they have tranq guns.”

Your shadow falters slightly as your breath stops, flicking to opaque before deepening back to black, but you see enough through them. You're surrounded by people with guns, all aimed at you guys under the shadows. They couldn’t see you, for now, but you knew they knew exactly what to do to make that happen.

Hyunjin asks Chan if he’s been hit, an affirmative noise coming from Chan as Hyunjin scoots towards him to pull him back towards the rest of the group, hoping to ease the stress on you of having to keep up such a large shield.

You grit your teeth as you feel shocks of electricity hitting your shield. You lose focus on the conversation, focusing instead on making sure there’s no breaks in the shield, that you can withstand whatever they try to use on it.

Hyunjin’s got a semi-conscious Chan pulled against his chest, crouching as low as he can, sliding closer to Seungmin and Minho, while Minho questions Seungmin about the probability of getting out of here without anyone else getting hit with a tranquilizer.

The electricity around the shield is getting higher, a sharp metalic taste zinging around in your mouth. The shadows falter again, just enough to let the electricity hit harder on your psyche, and blood floods your mouth as you bite into your cheek, using the pain to focus and forcing the shadows to stabilize back into full darkness.

The guys are still arguing as you rub your mouth against your arm. You slap your unoccupied hand at Minho, breathing hard through your nose as you feel small pinpricks hitting against the shield. You grip his calf as he turns towards you, both your eyes wide; yours from pain, his from your blood slick mouth, your body shaking from exertion.

“Get them out of here.” You rasp.

Seungmin and Hyunjin whip their heads at you, eyes wide and objections already on the tips of their tongues. You ignore their initial protests, eyes locked on Minho as your brows furrow under the weight of the currents zapping and pinpricking around your shield.

“We can’t just leave you! There’s got to be a diff-”

You cut Hyunjin off, “Minho can only take three of us at a time, we know this!”

Seungmin starts, "If anyone should stay it’s me – I have the highest chance of making it out of–"

You’re shouting as you cut him off, body tense as you try to ignore the pain, “I am a shield! This is what I do! I’m replaceable, there’s a backup at home, now get them the fuck out of here now, Minho!”

Minho’s jaw clenches at your exclamation, eyes filled to the brim with disagreement, you can see the argument clear as day, but he nods anyways, hands already gripping Seungmin’s arm and Hyunjin shoulder.

“Grab him tight, Hyunjin.” Hyunjin wraps his arms securely around Chan while Seungmin grips Minho’s arm and Hyunjin’s other shoulder.

The only one that looks at you is Minho, eyes hard, jaw still clenched. “I’m coming back for you. Stay right here.” His tone is low and dangerous, leaving no room for argument, and you’re nodding before you even realize what you’re agreeing to; whatever it takes to get them out of here.

He closes his eyes and sighs, hands gripping the guys tighter for a moment, and then they’re gone.

The relief you feel with them out of the situation is short lived as the electricity kicks up a few notches.

A scream rips itself out of your throat as you curl in on yourself while the electricity gets higher, hotter, louder. It feels like it is burning you from the inside out and the blood in your mouth catches at the back of your throat turning into a gurgle before you twist your head, gagging and spitting it out onto the concrete.

You can feel your shield weakening as you start to focus on the pain burning through your head, so you shrink it, trying to leave enough room for Minho, if he decides to come back.

You wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t.

You close your eyes, teeth gritting, jaw clenched, body tense as you try to focus on holding the shield in place. You can tell you're losing the battle when you crack open your eyes, squinting, and golden, jagged, sharp electricity slashes through an opaque spot in your shield, hitting your calf.

Your body seizes, shield flashing out for a millisecond, slashes of electricity hitting around you in that brief moment before it solidifies.You curl in tighter on yourself, spasms shaking you as you close your eyes tight, tears escaping down your cheeks as you scream again, the burning throughout your leg indescribable.

You dig your nails further into your arm, hissing through your teeth as you feel the skin give, but this pain is a better focus over the electricity in your head, and the burning you feel spiderwebbing its way up your leg.

The air inside your shield is starting to feel static-y, the electricity charging it even from outside of your shield.

It won't be long before it breaks.

The air shifts a bit, a slight puff of air hitting your face and you can tell Minho is there before you open your eyes, or maybe you’re just praying that he is as you crack open one eye to peak.

He grips your arm hard, pulling you toward him as he runs his eyes over you - a quick damage assessment. He wraps his other arm around your waist, and you wrap your free one around his neck.

He closes his eyes, and you follow his lead, never too keen to teleport with your eyes open. You feel that familiar tug, like you’re falling out of your seat, and you lower your shield, both your hands tightening your hold on him.

It's when you feel the air conditioner on you and hear the guys shouting at each other that you relax, putting your full body weight against Minho.

You mumble out, “Safe.” And he answers you with a hum of agreement.

[bangchanyespls]

Phosphorescence pt 6

Summary: Minho comes to talk to you about the mission.

WC: 1.7k

Content/TW: Angst, talk about death

AN: I'm so sorry this took so long! I started a new job (teachers aide!) And went to a concert (knotfest! In Iowa 😂) and have been exhausted but here ya go!

Pt. 5

You're getting dressed, hair still damp from a shower, when you hear a knock on the door. You finish pulling up your sleep pants, grabbing your towel to put over your shoulders, before going to open the door.

Minhos' cat like eyes are filled with a fire you're not sure you feel up to confronting right now, but the furrow of his brow and rigid stance let's you know it's happening now whether you want it to or not.

You step further back into your room and allow him to follow you as you sit on your bed, rubbing the tail of the towel at the end of your hair. He shuts the door quietly behind him and stares at you, eyes slowly trailing down your body before he finally focuses on your eyes.

You hum, raising an eyebrow.

"Did Changbin fix you?"

You nod, raising the leg of your pant up to show the pale scar covering a good bit your calf, the spiderwebbing on the edges of it still fresh pink. He stares before nodding softly, and you drop the pant leg back before going back to drying your hair.

"What was with your little speech, y/n?"

You scoff, turning your head to look at anything but him. You keep your eyes focused on the photo of you all that's on your desk as you answer him.

"It wasn't even a speech."

He returns your scoff; the sound of his foot beginning to tap permeates the air, highlighting his annoyance. You continue drying your hair, needing your hands to be busy or the tense aura in the room would suffocate you.

You refuse to back down though. Minho keeps tapping his foot, just as stubborn as you are. You count the taps, chewing at your bottom lip as you chance a glance towards him.

His eyes focus on you, intense and burning when they connect with yours. Your breath stutters just a bit, heart skipping a beat before it painfully starts over, forcing you to take a deep breath to ease the pain.

"It wasn't that serious, Min-"

"You said you were replaceable, y/n." He interrupts, voice hard, booking no room for falsities.

You roll your eyes, getting off the bed to sit at your desk, laying the towel on the back of the chair. He moves to sit on your bed, complacent with the silence - willing to wait you out.

"It's not like I was wrong, hmm?" You shrug, "I AM replaceable.. it's not that surprising of a fact. Felix is here if something happens to me. And even then, I'm sure a replacement would be easy to-"

"You aren't replaceable, y/n, don't you-"

"The whole point was to get you guys out of there, Min!" You raise your voice, sighing after.

You turn towards him, eyes focused on his face. He's looking at you, brow furrowed and lips down turned, and Gods, it looks like pity. Your gaze moves down to the bed.

"The whole point of my position in this is to make sure you guys are safe. I already failed that with Chan getting hit, I wasn't going to risk-"

"Accidents happen, y/n! That doesn't make you a failure! And death isn't a punishment for it if it was!" He yells, standing up to throw a hand out exasperatedly.

Your eyes burn, but you keep them focused on the bed.

"You're important to us, you know that, right?"

You nod jerkily, turning back towards the desk to stare at the top of it, hands twisting in your lap to try to get rid of the anxiety you're feeling.

"You're more than just a shield to us. You know that, right?"

Your chair leans back, Minho putting his weight against the top of it as he moves closer to you, leaning over the top of you to try to get a glimpse of your face. You can feel the warmth of his presence against your back. It feels similar to being caged in - him behind you, the desk infront of you - no where to run, no where to go.

You nod again, just as jerky as before, shrinking in on yourself without meaning to. You feel his sigh before you hear it, and then the chair is spinning, forcing you face to face (well, chest) with him. You keep your eyes trained on your hands, ignoring how he has you caged in against the chair, hands placed on both arms while he leans over you.

"Y/N."

You tilt your head slightly.

"Look at me."

You shake your head, but he moves his hand, gently grabbing your jaw to lift your face up so he can actually look at you.

"Y/N, look at me."

You keep your eyes locked on his neck, stubbornly refusing to meet his eyes. The seconds drag on as the tendon in his neck gets more profound, and he tightens his grip on your jaw.

"Now, Y/N."

You begrudgingly trail your gaze up his face, noting the way his jaw is tensed, how his mouth holds his frustration in the edges. You meet his stare and feel the breath get knocked out of you.

His guard is lowered, held in the lightest of check by how tense he is. His eyes speak volumes about how he feels about you; softened in a way that melts the tension in yourself, a fire in the depths that speak to how passionately he believes what he's about to say. A startling contrast to the apathy that he typically portrays.

"We care about you. I care about you. We love you! You're family to us. We don't want to replace you- you aren't replaceable. You may be a shield, but that isn't all that you are. You're skilled, talented, strong, yes, but you're also funny and sarcastic and charming and an absolute need for us to have - not only as part of our team, but as part of OUR FAMILY."

Your eyes burn, jaw clenching to try to mitigate it, and Minho sighs again. His grip on your jaw loosens as he switches from holding you to massaging the corners of your jaw.

His fingers are firm against the sore muscles.

"Y/n, when I came back.. "

You watch as he closes his eyes, body going rigid as he remembers.

"I thought you.. for a second there-"

He laughs, humorless, and backs away from you, turning towards your bed to rest his hands against it, head hung low and shoulders tense as he takes a moment to breathe. You shiver as his heat leaves you colder than you thought the room was.

"Felix thought you were dying or dead. The look on his face.." He takes a deep breath, shuddering through the emotion he isn't showing you, "and then I show up and there's blood everywhere and you're curled up - y/n I thought you were dead, or dying!"

You swallow, trying to push back the tears you can feel wanting to run down your cheeks, and lay your body against his back, resting your forehead on his shoulder.

"But I didn't."

You rub your hands up and down his arms, nuzzling into his shoulder a bit hard to try to ground him into the present.

"And if I had, Min, that wouldn't of been your fault. I told you to go."

He chuckles darkly, before taking a deep breath. He moves your combined weight onto one arm and grabs one of your hands with the other.

"That wouldn't of made me feel better, y/n. You're my friend," You know he can feel the way your breath hitches against his back, "and I would never forgive myself if something worse had happened. I can barely forgive myself for this happening."

You intertwine your fingers with his, squeezing hard as you try to catch your breath again.

"It was none of our faults. If anyone is to blame, it's Woozi. He set us up. Take your misplaced anger and disappointment at yourself and put it to where it should go, Min."

He huffs a laugh before rising to stand straight, turning around and crushing you in a hug against his chest. You feel his chin atop your head and wrap your arms around his waist.

His heart is beating fast and loud but starts to slow as you run a hand lightly against his back. You both take a moment of solace in each other. He runs a hand up your back, slow and steady, as if he's trying to check through your clothes that you're alright. His hand comes to your neck, clasping it firmly, before he forces you to look up at him.

"Promise me you won't do something so stupid again."

You want to, but the reality of the situation is that it saved the others. You try to smile at him, prepared to lie, but it turns into a grimace as you look in his eyes and see how vulnerable he looks; eyes showing the depth of emotions he keeps hidden, red around the edges. You look past his face, staring at the ceiling.

"I can't promise that, Min."

He smiles at that, sad and resigned, but it still lights up his face. He moves his other hand to your cheek, thumb rubbing against the top of it. It's soft and gentle, and you can feel the burning come back full force against your eyes, blinking harshly to try to keep them at bay.

"Yeah, I know. It was really just wishful thinking."

You chuckle at that, running a hand down his arm to cover the one against your cheek and lean into his hold.

"I'll always do what it takes to protect you all."

He nods, eyes flickering over your face like he's trying to memorize how you look in this moment. His eyes crinkle a bit as a more happy smile crosses it before he leans in to press his lips to your forehead. Your eyes close with the contact, hand tightening against his as you relish it. He pulls back, pulling your tighter into his chest as he squeezes you with a hug. A pat against your back is all the signal he gives you before he pulls away fully, walking toward your door to leave. He stops as he opens the door.

"We'll just have to work harder to protect you next time."

You turn to look at him, and he's smiling so brightly at you. You return it, a blush rising to your cheeks, and nod.

"I'm looking forward to it."

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