[team two] faulty power
Continued alternate dimensions/powers au where everyone tries to understand what's happening with alternate dimensions and why half of them ended up in one.
There was only one source of noise, for a moment. Everyone had gotten tea (minus Wooyoung, who had rooted around in the fridge, swearing up and down he had left a red bull in the fridge. Hongjoong clicked his teeth and slapped his thigh when Wooyoung yelled that he had “finally fucking found it” before Hongjoong grated his teeth and whispered curses under his his breath and Wooyoung shimmied back into the makeshift circle), and then it was silent for a few minutes.
Everyone was looking around at each other, trying to make sense of what was happening. Yeosang, Wooyoung, and San were looking at Hongjoong; Mingi, Yunho, and Jongho were looking at Seonghwa, and Seonghwa and Hongjoong were looking at each other. Finally, Hongjoong spoke first. “So, logistically speaking, this isn’t ideal.”
Wooyoung burst out into laughter and Yeosang had to deliver a quick jab underneath the ribs to get him to stop, but it was lighter and the group collectively let out a sigh. San hadn’t internalized how often Wooyoung took a tense situation and made it seem less heavy, less extreme-not with his power, either. Everyone awkwardly, one by one, introduced themselves and made tentative eye contact with each other. San was the only one who kept his eyes down. He felt like it was his fault, some sort of power he exerted had physically dragged four people from another world. That had to be breaking some sort of international law, he thought. Was he going to jail?
“Sannie,” Yeosang whispered, interrupting his panic. “Oh, yes. Hi. I’m San…I guess I’m the reason half of you are here. I’m-sorry? I didn’t mean to do…whatever I did.”
Yunho made direct eye contact with him. “It’s okay, San. We don’t know what happened. I don’t think it was your fault. Well, not entirely.” He smiled warmly, and San felt his muscles go slack, like someone pressed a head pad inside his body.
“Hey,” San said. “None of us should be using our powers right now, if you have them. I don’t think that’s fair.” He still felt a warmth radiating inside him, not uncomfortable, but he didn’t think it was safe to be busting those out when no one still had any idea what was happening.
Yunho smiled again, and the heat pad thing happened again. “I’m not using my powers, San. If I were, we wouldn’t be in this situation. I can travel between alternate dimensions. So, I think it’s just as much my fault as it is yours.”
San looked at Yunho and his face was smiling, even though he was completely displaced. He wasn’t freaking out. He was completely and totally fine. So San decided, he was only allowing himself to lose it if Yunho lost it. Yunho seemed like a good barometer. He got the worse end of the deal, and was holding it together.
Yunho nodded towards the door. “Come on, San. Let’s go on a walk and you can show me the neighborhood, okay?”
Last word: okay
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There was only one source of noise, for a moment. Everyone had gotten tea (minus Wooyoung, who had rooted around in the fridge, swearing up and down he had left a red bull in the fridge. Hongjoong clicked his teeth and slapped his thigh when Wooyoung yelled that he had “finally fucking found it” before Hongjoong grated his teeth and whispered curses under his his breath and Wooyoung shimmied back into the makeshift circle), and then it was silent for a few minutes.
Everyone was looking around at each other, trying to make sense of what was happening. Yeosang, Wooyoung, and San were looking at Hongjoong; Mingi, Yunho, and Jongho were looking at Seonghwa, and Seonghwa and Hongjoong were looking at each other. Finally, Hongjoong spoke first. “So, logistically speaking, this isn’t ideal.”
Wooyoung burst out into laughter and Yeosang had to deliver a quick jab underneath the ribs to get him to stop, but it was lighter and the group collectively let out a sigh. San hadn’t internalized how often Wooyoung took a tense situation and made it seem less heavy, less extreme-not with his power, either. Everyone awkwardly, one by one, introduced themselves and made tentative eye contact with each other. San was the only one who kept his eyes down. He felt like it was his fault, some sort of power he exerted had physically dragged four people from another world. That had to be breaking some sort of international law, he thought. Was he going to jail?
“Sannie,” Yeosang whispered, interrupting his panic. “Oh, yes. Hi. I’m San…I guess I’m the reason half of you are here. I’m-sorry? I didn’t mean to do…whatever I did.”
Yunho made direct eye contact with him. “It’s okay, San. We don’t know what happened. I don’t think it was your fault. Well, not entirely.” He smiled warmly, and San felt his muscles go slack, like someone pressed a head pad inside his body.
“Hey,” San said. “None of us should be using our powers right now, if you have them. I don’t think that’s fair.” He still felt a warmth radiating inside him, not uncomfortable, but he didn’t think it was safe to be busting those out when no one still had any idea what was happening.
Yunho smiled again, and the heat pad thing happened again. “I’m not using my powers, San. If I were, we wouldn’t be in this situation. I can travel between alternate dimensions. So, I think it’s just as much my fault as it is yours.”
San looked at Yunho and his face was smiling, even though he was completely displaced. He wasn’t freaking out. He was completely and totally fine. So San decided, he was only allowing himself to lose it if Yunho lost it. Yunho seemed like a good barometer. He got the worse end of the deal, and was holding it together.
Yunho nodded towards the door. “Come on, San. Let’s go on a walk and you can show me the neighborhood, okay?”
Last word: okay
You're next, dusk037!