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‘do y’think that maybe.. we were paired together ‘cos of them?” 

the balls of her feet sway back and forth as they look down at their high school junkyard. it’s funny to her how they created memories out of a place filled with trash-- maybe that was their specialty. weird how they were deemed as “adults” now, reminiscing the times they were just teenagers hanging out and their only responsibility was to finish homework. or at least, it was just their main priority so they could grow up in a more stable environment instead of the crappy ones they had while growing up alone. her hands dig into her pocket, shrugging her shoulders when he asks the question, taking a drag out of their cigarette before giving it back to him. “probably not, still fightin’ them but i’m my own demon so i gotta deal with that first. what ‘bout you? ever beat your demons? ‘cos y’know if y’need help, i’m right here.” the cigarette is passed back to her, taking another long drag as the process repeats.

       “who the fuck says you have to?”

     it was one of the rare times that the sharper edges of yutae’s demeanor showed through. he reached out to grip the front of blythe’s shirt. his clenched fist strained the fabric curled between his fingers. skin stretched across busted knuckles. yutae was covered in dirt, soot and grime. his clothes were stained in red. every muscle screamed in protest. his bones were heavy with exhaustion. just barely did the two scrape by with their lives from the last scrimmage. but there was still fight in him. he was willing to fight even blythe if that’s what it took to get him to stay. whatever sense of normalcy they had was stolen overnight. the echoes of gunfire and explosions still rang in yutae’s ear. all he wanted was to go home, and hear jaewon’s voice again. but yutae knew that wasn’t possible. neither of them could contact loved ones right now, or else they’d be endanger too. sometimes in order to protect the people you loved, you had to stay away from them.

     there were highly dangerous, highly ambitious people hunting down not your average human beings. yutae didn’t know how these people even found him. he was just a kid who survived a suicide attempt, then woke up with abilities he didn’t understand. nobody knew what happened to those who were captured. yutae doubted they met a quick death. were they being tortured? experimented upon? there was no way of knowing unless you were taken. but like hell was yutae going to let that happen to blythe and himself.

      “show me who says you can’t ask for help. or that you have to do this alone. show them to me, so i can prove them fucking wrong.” he roughly shook blythe in his grip. despite how fragile yutae came off as, he had strength in those taunt limbs. he just rarely used it. only when desperation kicked in did the boy show fangs. and sometimes even bite. “or is it your own mind that says that? because i’ll prove you wrong too.” his voice cracked. he wasn’t ready to say goodbye. he wasn’t ready to lose yet another person. “i’ve never given up on you before. i’m not going to give up on you now.” 

Blythe is quiet as he studies Yutae who’s eyes burn bright― still high from the adrenaline rush of only just escaping what nearly was a travesty of what could have left them as another technicality the government finally can scratch off their rogue mutants list. 

The other looks so young like this, far too young in a way that’s both inspiring and terrifying at the same time. It makes the blood pooling in Blythe’s mouth taste even more bitter than it should, turning his stomach as uninvited vivid images of what might happen to Yutae in the future come up in his mind that is impossible to erase. 

He shouldn’t be here, is all Blythe can think, he shouldn’t have to live like this. 

“I’m tired of all this fighting.”

Blythe allows his own fingers to curl around the ones gripping his shirt to pry them off. He can’t meet Yutae’s eyes so he looks towards the wreckage instead― jerking his head in the general direction of the flames that lick up the sides of another building as another part of the bonelike structure collapses to the ground in a heap of smoke and dust. “This,” Blythe starts, fighting to breathe now that the smoke is thicker. He has to stop speaking and wait for his ugly cough to subside. 

“This isn’t the life I originally was meant for.” 

The fresh blood on his fingers is already starting to dry and as his hands grip Yutae’s arms he can’t help but to wonder was this exactly the life his own father had envisioned for his eldest son? When Xavier and his father made him into what he is today― a time bomb of unharnessed powerful build up kinetic energy ― did his father, mad as he was, ever once stopped to think of the repercussions this genetic force would do to his son’s life in order for it to become this?

“I’ll only kill those around me eventually, don’t you see?” At this Blythe squeezes the other’s arms harshly as a desperate plead for Yutae to understand and allow him to swallow his emotions. 

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random sentence starters ( x )

just as he asks her, she lights up a match and waves it around before letting the fire burn, lingering on the wood. she smiles, putting it out by quickly flicking her wrist and throwing the used match away. “yeah, kinda lost my lighter. what a shame, but they’re fun, y’know? fast paced, too. like ‘cos y’need the friction t’start the fire- ha.” she was rambling again. she didn’t really pa much attention to it since she was with yutae, but usually she would make sure the other person would have caught up before moving on to ramble even more. “i mean.. don’t y’like the sight of fire burnin’? sure, y’can do that with ya stove but.. this one is more convenient. y’can’t jus’ think-- ‘oh! i wanna see some fire.’ an’ pull out a goddamn stove.” she snorts. “though it is a waste for me t’keep doin’ this...” she shrugs her shoulders, shoving the matchbox into her pocket.

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