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Daniil is highly emotional, you can see it in his mimics, gestures and pose. It is the quality which made people listen to him and follow. His words are sparks and his voice is fire which can light as well as scorch. One day this man became too dangerous for the Authorities That Be.

He barely knows about his power. As a result, it's out of control and keeps taking part in his life against his will. How? Well. You can't see him using it on purpose, but suddenly at the middle of an argument you can hear beeping or even feel pain in the ear or head or have a nosebleed. A glass suddenly cracking in his hand when he enthusiastically talks about smth, a window quaking like during a thunderstorm. The sudden destruction follows his sight.

Surprisingly, he hides it as much as possible and doesn't really want to explore it. It's just a hindrance on his way, an annoying disadvantage of his mortal body.

However, he has two more people who know about his secret.

The plan: find a Mover good enough to help you escape this lame ass town.

The scene: currently chasing after a frantic, panicked, scared Jungkook.

The outcome: whatever this is.

“You’re-“ you huff, out of breath from running and rendered almost speechless. “You’re a Mover?” You tug at his arm roughly, rubbing it in that you were fast enough to catch him and agile enough, with a few hiccups, to dodge any items he seemed to effortlessly move to get in your way.

He’s embarrassed now. You can tell by the way he looks at your feet instead of your face. His body shifts uncomfortably. “Second generation,” he admits. “But I-“

The finger you point at him is straight, and you shoot him an angry frown. “We have been running around in circles all this time looking for a Mover, and you’ve been one this entire time?!”

“Look, it-“

“The next words that come out of your mouth better not be lies, Jungkook,” your eyes narrow, “If that even is your real name.”

A silly thing to say, given that you've known him for almost 6 months. But, you're beginning to think you don't know him at all. Who can blame you for being skeptical? You couldn't have seen this coming. You're a Phaser, not a Watcher.

He should have expected what you were going to say next after catching your breath, but it still catches him off guard. "Move me." You bring your arms up from your sides and spread your feet apart, bracing yourself for the impact. Not minding your surroundings, or paying any attention to the passersby that give you strange looks.

"I- what?"

You let out an exaggerated sigh. "Jungkook. Move. Me. Now."

“I can’t perform under pressure,” he confesses, wringing his wrists and staring at the floor. “I can move little things pretty easy. Coffee cups, chairs, doors-“

"You literally moved a car out of my way so I wouldn't get hit while I was gunning for your ass. You can move me," you cut in. "Do it."

You're right, he thinks. He did move a car, but he did it so you wouldn't die! He didn't know if you would have phased in time.

It's his turn to groan. His hand runs down his face in an attempt to calm his nerves. Sure, he was a Mover. Sure, he was okay at it. But he wasn't great at it. Hell, that was the first time he moved anything bigger than a washing machine in years.

He waits another beat until, "Fine."

You wait another beat until you give yourself a small 'yes!' in victory.

"But," he says, in the middle of your small win, "please wear protective gear before we do this. For myself more than for you."

-

It’s all about bluff, all about bluff. He looked you over once more and then stepped aside to let you through. You breezed past him as if you belonged, climbing a red encased set of stairs to the upper levels. Another door was clicked open for you, allowing you to enter the exclusive game. You never even looked at Nick as you approached the club owner. 

A truly vile man who took advantage of his workers in various ways. Cleaning him out gave you a sense of pleasure, as well as the rest of the men here. You could see the collection in the center of the table, piled high, just waiting to be plucked. Burgundy boasted out in a confident laugh, beckoning you in closer to him. “Got something just for me? You sure are a pretty thing.” His hand clasped the back of your ass, a fat hand digging into a cheek like he owned you. 

The temptation to stab the fuck in his neck right there was strong. But you resisted. You felt a rumble of the table and you willed Nick to chill and not loose his cool, not yet. 

You set the requested shots in front of the owner, smiling sweetly as you played the sweet innocent part, pretending to stutter over your words and act meek. “Y-yes, straight from the bar. They said it was your favorite Sir.” 

“Oh you are a keeper. Ass like a dime and manners to boot.” He pulled out his wallet and slipped the last remaining bill from it, tucking it in the front of your dress. “Keep this up Honey and I will keep you on my personal staff.” 

You had the wallet in sight, his ID’s and cards that was your main target in sight, it was enough to act not. For the first time you glanced at Nick, the clear signal. Now. 

Nick pushed back from the table, well out of harm's way while all that club energy you stored, you let it go. A heavy boom of a wave pounded around the table, the shock wave sending the bastards gambling at the table flying in all corners as if blasted from some invisible force. Nick managed to keep them pinned in place, his fingers splayed wide while maintaining the pressure across the room. “Gather it up Y/N, I can’t hold this many for long.” 

You scrambled, scooping up the wallet where Burgendy dropped it and sweeping your arm across the table to shove everything into a bag you had folded under your dress. You grabbed the dagger strapped to your thigh, leaning over Burgendy as he struggled against the pressure, beads of sweat rolling down his face in his fear. You let the knife tip slide along the edge of his face, sneering at him. “An anonymous buyer sends there regards. Keep fucking with your employees and someone worst then us will be back.” You snapped up to a stand, striding out of the room from a different exit with Nick right behind you. 

His arm went over your shoulder and he started counting doors, looking for that fifth one that Cassie insisted would take you through the kitchen and out into the back alleyway. There was yelling behind you, which you glanced over Nicks shoulder and sure enough, the bouncer who let you in was bursting through the door and looking for you. 

“We gotta get out of here Nick.” You ducked your head a bit to keep him from noticing you. 

“On it.” There was a twist of his fingers and the door burst open to let you two slip through. The kitchen ignored you two while darting down the aisle. You felt bad because these people were innocent in all this but you had to make a distraction. 

Nick did it for you, tossing up trays of utensils and food behind the two of you. No one continued following you, paused by the mess of flying plates and expensive fliet mignon. The back door was your saving grace, bursting out by a dumpster that looked like a body or two had been tossed in before and a disaster of a alleyway, Nick pulled you two to hide around it, out of sight. He enclosed you into his arms, shielding you form sight as your dress would have been a dead giveaway and you reached around him to yank his hoodie over his head, keeping your heads together while the door on the other side of the dumpster burst open. “We lost them Sir…” 

Nick and you held your breath, praying that he wouldn’t look around too much. You heard shuffling and the creak of the door slamming shut once again. “Well, he put zero effort into looking for us.” Nick scoffed as he let his tight hold loosen. 

“Just like Cassie said.” You said confidently as you let yourself give a nervous chuckle. Nick turned his gaze to that dress, whistling softly. 

“You look smoking hot in that Bunny.” He pinned you back to the alleys brick wall, his good mood at pulling this off making his features lighten up, a mischievous glint in his eyes while he traced a finger over the plunging v in the front. “I was ready to pop that bastards head off, touching you like that.” 

“I’m glad you maintained control. You are getting better.” You praised while he went in for that kiss, one that was just dirty in all the best ways, the adrenaline rush making you gasp against plush lips that still tasted of overpriced liquor and promises of a good time once they returned back to their little current hidey-hole. Your hand grasped the back of his neck to hold yourself in place, brushing into the spikey strands to give a gentle tug. Nick hissed against your lips, but let himself lift away. 

“Nick, if we get caught kissing in a small, dark, kind of shady alleyway, it’s on you.”