let superminho save you from a fire

The city was ablaze, flames licking at the buildings and smoke filling the air. Amidst the chaos, Minho stood tall, his eyes fixed on the inferno before him.

He was the son of Njord, and the flames seemed to dance in his presence, drawn by an invisible wind. With a deep breath, he steadied himself and prepared to enter the burning building.

As a firefighter, he had faced many dangers before, but nothing could have prepared him for the intensity of this blaze. The heat was unbearable, and the flames seemed to consume everything in their path.

But Minho was determined to save as many lives as he could. With each step, he felt the power of his heritage coursing through his veins, giving him the strength to push through the flames.

He burst into a room, his eyes scanning for any signs of life. And there, huddled in a corner, was a person, huddled in fear.

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“I might have stared a little too hard on their ass, but boy was he fine.” He said with a chuckle even as he placed the slice of cake in front of Mia. There wasn’t much activity at the bakery today, which was perfect to just lounge about and gossip. Not that Minho would ever admit he was.

because the s can also go for "stupid" with @mpxangela

Minho knew it wasn't exactly the smartest of ideas, but Siwoo had made a comment asking if he could fly. And ever since mentioning it, the young boy had been relentless in asking for a demonstration. And well, Minho was actually loathe in disappointing the boy. The young fireman wondered if all Siwoo needed to do was blink those soulful eyes of his and he would calmly get what he want. Safe to say, Minho was suckered. Plus, it wasn't as if he didn't want to show off. Technically he could fly. Just that he had never gotten far or too high for it to be impressive.

Well he was certainly on his way to proving himself wrong. The look on concentration was replaced with a rather smug grin, bolstered also by the whoops of delight he heard from Siwoo as Minho gradually rose, going higher and higher until he was over the tree tops. The wind currents were actually helping him manage his weight, and with his abilities, he could feel the air currents swirl around him like a light blanket.

All for a good 30 seconds.

A particular strong gust of wind slammed into him with the force of a truck, and Minho fell like tripping over something, flailing about in the sky. As if time was suspended, he was airbone for a few more beats, before he dropped, like a rug being pulled from under his feet.

He fell, fell, fell, crashing into the trees, torso hitting some more ferocious branches, breaking his fall and other things.

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"Think nothing of it, Miss Angela." Minho was all smiles as he easily scooped up the heavier of the bags into his arms after giving a salute to little Siwoo, acknowledging the little boy's orders. "Happy to help," He only takes those that were on the verge of spilling from her arms, though he was more than capable of taking all the other bags. With an assessing gaze he looks at the other bags remaining and offers his other free arm.

just a touch of gallantry with @mpxyumi continued form here

It had been a good thing Minho decided to take the long way home after his shift, as that lead him past the cafe and into the younger woman. He hadn’t intended on stopping, but his situational awareness had made him wary of the few lurking people outside and had offered the escort before he thought twice about it. He knew his general size and height made others think twice about doing anything stupid, so he liked to at least extend the same level of safety to any he thought would need it.

“Here, do you need any help with that?” Minho was all gentle smiles, gesturing at the heavy tote the other girl carried. It was a genuine offer, but he wouldn’t be pressed if she preferred to carry it. His intention was to really see her home after all.

“And don’t worry about it.” He added, talking about her early refusal. “You’re just making sure after all.” He gestured that she could start walking to where she was headed and he stood just a little behind her, keeping himself in view if ever she was being followed. “You can’t be too careful these days.” Minho gave another reassuring smile.

Minho leaps out of the truck, his equipment at the ready. The heat of the flames washes over him, but he wraps a gentle breeze around him as if to steel himself for the task ahead. He and his crew work together, using hoses and axes to beat back the fire and keep it from spreading.

It's hard, grueling work, but Minho doesn't falter. He knew that lives are at stake, and he was determined to do everything in his power to protect them. And in the end, their efforts pay off - the fire was contained, and everyone is safe.

As Minho returns to the fire station, exhausted but triumphant, he feels a sense of pride in what you do. Being a firefighter isn't just a job - it's a calling, a way to make a real difference in the world, or at least here on the island. He was at least smiling to himself as he followed the rest of the crew inside only to blink at the familiar, not-so-familiar figure hovering at the entrance.

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"You wouldn't have to keep doing that if you didn't drink it," Minho ribbed good-naturedly, even as he accepted the now water turned wine. He had been impressed the first time Jimin showcased the ability, today wasn't any different. And normally, Minho would probably have showered his new friend with compliments, but they were already running behind on the stew. Or at least he was; Jimin seemed content in watching him cook.

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"Hey, you're supposed to be taking things easy, prof." Minho was all smiles but he easily returns to be within reach of the other. Even with the cheerful smile on his face, his eyes were still assessing the other for any telltale signs of discomfort. He didn't want to cause the other unnecessary pain, even if the fire had seemed like ages ago.