Ryujin hated having a heart.
It’s a fragile little thing you see, worse than glass. It’s also just really high maintenance, with how much warmth and people it craved for to fill its contents because oneself was never enough. The heart is despicable, weak and at the core of every living being. It’s so susceptible to pain, and even if he made up walls upon walls, there was always something piercing through.
He wanted to tear it out, crush it, end the pain and all his sufferings. Because this heart of his was so broken, so pitifully weak, and there’s no surgery that could fix it back up.
But he’s stuck with it. Stuck with this blasted thing to the end of his life ( for all eternity ). And he hated it so much because, because, because—
He spots a figure growing to be so familiar. Logic decreed that he must turn away, that he got to go. A monster spoke how much of a loser he was, to want to meet this man that shared a visage with the figure he called his little brother. A shadow laughed at his own set up for tragedy. A ghost cried for him to stop the darkness to bombard it with how bad this would all end. Whispers in his head, and he saw faces of old, of his time, crowded around the man. All a figment of his imagination.
But his heart, it beats.
And with each beat was a step. Coming from behind, he lets himself ignore all the horrors that danced in his sight, his hearing, all his abused senses. Instead, he brings up his arms to wound the other, resting his head naturally on the man’s shoulder as he brightly grinned and cooed “Guess who~?”
His heart, it sings. And his mind, it weeps.
They know the story, but the heart had always been selfish for the present.
it’s unfortune, unfortunate to believe that people, family, friends, loved ones are temporary. it is true though, so true, that everyone parts ways with one another in whatever circumstance. sooner or later all these ties are buried under the ground, to rot in the soil — no matter how hard one tries. but humans never learn, do they? continuing to water, nurture, and love the little flower that will soon meet their demise, one way or another, them along with it.
sungjin, sungjin never learns. it didn’t take this whole dystopian world for him to learn. long before the end of the world, he’s known. but that doesn’t stop him.
it doesn’t stop him from longing for the other's arms. it doesn’t stop him from thinking about him. it doesn’t stop him from getting too close to the sun that will eventually consume him in ashes.
however, when the warmth of this sun he’s found to be oh-so-familiar the past few days make its way behind him he doesn’t falter, he doesn’t run away — he runs with it.
suddenly, all the temperance disappear. only to be replaced with a moment of infinity.
the older, ought to be much wiser sungjin, turns his head to the one whose twinkle outshone the ones he’s been accustomed when he looked up the night sky. he simply snickers and steals a quick peck to the other’s cheek.
“timothy?” he leans his head onto ryujin with a light playful smirk, he knew no timothy but having a little fun was a breath of fresh air in this suffocating universe they were in.
just like that the stars aligned, but sungjin didn’t know for how long.
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“glad to finally see you awake! still writing on that thing huh?”
sungjin looks up from his journal and almost thinks he’s hallucinating, almost thinks it’s sungmin in front of him but then it hits him — right, they may find ourselves here.
“don’t worry, i still write on mine too!”
it’s odd, it was him yet he was so different, felt different. he stood up tall, held head high. gone are the feelings of self-doubt, self-pity. there was a glint in his eyes that was far from those in his. the way he carried himself, the way he talked. it was nothing like sungjin.
“s-so, do you mean… we never got to?” the younger of the two bit his lip, not wanting to say it nor think about it.
sungjin-616 plops down beside him, sitting on the edge of the bed and ruffles his hair, much like how his brother would.
“on the contrary, we do actually,” he sighs contently, reminiscing on the memory, “we find a way to get him back.”
sungjin scoots on the bed to give the other some space, hugging his knees close to his chest.
“then… why? why do you still write?”
the older looks at him fondly, a sweet yet dreary smile forming on his lips.
“when the snap happened, he was part of those who fell into ashes. so i write — in hopes that one day he’ll be able to read it again,” his voice was sad, but it was determined as if he knows that he’ll be able to bring the other back once more.
sungjin honestly doesn’t know how he should feel, he should really be ecstatic knowing that there’s a way for him to bring sungmin back, but the other side of him is crushed knowing that the other him, sungjin-616, loses his brother all over again. just the thought of it makes him shudder and shrink, losing his twin again.
“you know, we’ve always had a nick for being so negative,” he laughs loudly and couldn’t help himself ruffle the other's hair once more, “you need to stop blaming yourself sungjin, you need to let that go. i know you feel like you can’t do anything anymore but look at it this way. minnie? there are other people like him, other people who’re being hurt, who’re being taken advantage off. we couldn’t save minnie then, but we can save the others just like him now.”
the older smiles and lies down beside him, “you’re not as weak as you think jinnie. you’re more powerful than you think. you just have to figure that out and soon you’ll see what i mean.”
sungjin let’s out a breath of happiness before closing his eyes, “i should know. after all, i am you.”
plots !
YOU FIND THE OLDER SUNGJIN FINEEEE AND H O T AF AND WANT TO GET ON THAT RIDE!!!! AYEEEE LMFAOOOOOO
someone to talk with older sungjin and find out what he does in the resistance.
you thought sungjin-616 is your sungjin and 616 ver is completely weirded out but doesn’t have the heart to tell you that he’s not who you think he is.
“do i look like a fuckin’ murderous ghost to you?” she gestures at herself, floating above her attacker who looks much younger than she expected. kids these days. “if anything, you’re the murderer here! tryin’ to hit me with that red ball —”
a sudden wave of nausea cuts her off and has her wavering in the air.
“motherfucker —”
she lands on the ground, right next to a bush that she promptly throws up on. the unwanted presence is forgotten in that moment, far too occupied to pay him any attention. wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she stands back up. “too much cream…” a glance at the redhead. “got any water?”
sungjin shrinks as the female he just threw an energy ball at ranted in a strange accent he couldn’t figure out. he juts out his bottom lip into a guilty pout. he really didn’t mean to, he just got really scared and thought he was about to die.
“s-sorry,” sungjin murmurs out enough for the other to hear.
the redhead’s eyes widen when the ranting winged stranger soon barfs right next to a bush, his eyes contort to a look slightly of disgust. he bites his lip, panicking whether or not he should go and pat her back or cover his nose and run.
“c-cream? oh! water-water! w-wait!” sungjin then dashes away but not to leave the other but to go a near vending machine, he rummages his pockets for loose change but finds nothing but lint. he curses to himself before a bulb sparks a solution in him, he waves his hand in front of the machine and nudges out a water bottle.
he internally celebrates as he rushes back to the stranger, he kneels beside her, making sure to avoid the mess on the ground.
“h-here you go? uhm… do you need anything else?” the boy says as he hands her the bottle of water.
sungjin usually found peace in his nightly walks, tonight however is far more different than he could ever imagine.
the first shell hits the academy’s barrier with a loud thunderous bang which catches the boy off guard. he looks up and sees flames and smoke but that shell was just the whistle that starts it all off. soon enough, more missiles go down, he sees it before his eyes, the barrier starting to crack and give in.
sungjin starts to bolt, bolt as fast as he can to make it back to the dormitory. he manages to see a few students together near the dorms, above them a huge chunk of the building just about to drop. instincts kick in and his hand glow red. he uses his powers to propel himself off the ground and fly to the group. he lands himself a few feet from them and manages to stop the concrete from crushing those below it. he calls at them to run for safety, his eyes gleaming red as he tries his best to hold keep it up.
he doesn’t know why but he enters the avenger’s dorms when many are trying to get out. he attempts to help whoever he can, creating forcefields to protect them from impact, creating a path for those stuck in the rumble.
in the midst of all the chaos, it hits sungjin — his journal. it would be very logical to get the hell out of there but here is sungjin, mad dashing on the stairs to the ninth floor and retrieve his beloved journal. the building is shaking, a few cracks away from toppling down, but that doesn’t stop him from rummaging through the mess of his room to find the leather bound book. he discovers it underneath what he figures is a piece of the wall that once segregated the room, he quickly hides it in the pocket of his hoodie and leaves the place before it all goes down.
when he makes it out one of the building, a nuke blows down near him. he’s able to project a quick barrier but it wasn’t strong enough to withstand the blow, launching him away and down on the ground. his vision starts to blur out but he manages to pull himself up from all the debris. one of the teachers spots him and guides the limping boy to the basement where everyone has gathered.
“get the stones!”
he recognizes the directress’ voice and a few students start to make their way to her, the instructor holding him nudges him to them. sungjin is utterly confused but all the panic makes him follow the other five. she orders the six to hold their hands and close their eyes, the puzzled male could only obey but before he is truly engulfed in darkness he saw a familiar face holding his right hand, sori.
plots!
one of the students that sungjin managed to save. pref someone who used to think sungjin was weak af but anyone really lol
you’re the one who kept by sungjin’s side after the six fell unconscious. sungjin’s gonna wake up with a panic attack so beware. probs gonna keep him company and tell him wtf is going on
someone with healing powers? to care for the injuries sungjin sustained during the impact of the nuke.
formal wear has always been one of the things sungjin hated. it was hot, hard to move in, and his dress shirt’s collar always felt like it was suffocating him. don’t even get the boy started on shoes, he’s just happy he was able to wear his black high cut converse sneakers — something his father showed huge distaste of when he saw them.
he’s at one of the high profile parties his father always has to attend to. if there’s something he hates more than formal wear, these kinds of parties take the cake. everyone is so fake, everyone pretends they’re okay, pretends they’re having fun but really aren’t they just here to show off?
the redhead smiles awkwardly for the nth time as his father introduces him yet again to one of his many, many friends. they were a family, there were 2 teens just about his age if not older but their names didn’t stay, sungjin hasn’t really been listening. his old man boasts at them, tells them how well his boy was doing in school, tells them how he’s doing extracurriculars outside of school, tells them he can’t ask for a better more perfect son — lies, lies, lies, sungjin was none of that.
when the introductions are done and he feels as if he’s not needed in the conversation anymore his smile falters, falls. his father’s oh so loving arm slides away from his tiny frame as if the director had just said cut and continues to converse with the family. sungjin excuses himself with a bow, and trudges his way to the most secluded, most uncrowded area of the venue, setting himself down on one of the fancy sofas he’d rather not think the prices off.
he sighs deeply, adjusting his collar a bit making sure he’ll not die of loss of breath. sungjin just wants to get away from here, just wants to leave this place, just wants to be somewhere he could be himself and not some fake trophy his father could show off.
*･༓☾ another sleepless night would be an issue to the average human being, superpowered or not, but for taeseok, it’s just an opportunity to go on an unhindered stroll across the campus without his mind being constantly plagued with images he cannot recognize nor identify its purpose—he considers it bonus points if its a clear sky outside that enables him to see the constellations. so, with that said, it’s safe to say that is just what the male planned to do, trudging out of his dormitory as quiet as possible as to not wake up his slumbering roommate (and risk the chance of getting caught) and get out for a breather.
the ceiling is not really the prettiest view but sungjin has been staring at it for hours now. it’s very apparent that sleep doesn't always come easy for the boy. sometimes it’s because of all the voices in his head, the nagging sounds that keep him up. sometimes it’s the fear, the fear that once his eyes close, he’ll be lulled straight back into that horrific night.
when the redhead’s phone notifications lit up the darkness of his room, you can see a faint smile sprawl against his cherry lips. it’s taeseok, he doesn’t have guess because he just knows it is. he sits up on his bed, reaching for his phone only to smile wider as his assumption is deemed correct.
he makes sure to send a reply of a shooting star before pocketing the device into his red checkered pajama bottoms. he grabs a black hoodie conveniently perched on his desk chair and slides right into it as he walks out of his room. he quickly snags a few bags of junk to munch on and just like that he’s quietly snuck his way out of his dorm room.
it not long before sungjin nears at their usual spot at the avengers’ park. he spots a familiar body underneath the moonlit sky. he makes his way to the boy, noticing how the other may have used his power again to slow everything around the vicinity. it was mesmerizing, and he has always adorned the other for his ability — it was amazing how one could slow things down in an instance at a world moving at hyperspeed.
“nice jammies hyung, and the blanket adds such a spice to the look,” sungjin whispers with a soft chuckle to let the other know of his arrival.
there’s pain in his chest & it hurts . blinking rapidly , he shuts the book , feeling grime crawling up his skin at the invasion . rarely does he feel his actions are wrong , this time is different .
flipping to the front cover , his eyes land on two names . one he’s sure he shouldn’t know & the other , a person he needs to get ahold of . whipping out his phone , jinhyuk dials up the number on the page , waiting for an answer & when he gets it he speaks , “ sungjin ? hi, ” voice rusty as it comes out pleasantly , it’s an odd thing to hear from himself , “ i— i have your uh , i have your journal . ”
the pavement isnt exactly the most comfortable place to be sitting on but sungjin just did about that. he finds himself sitting on the ground in the brink of tears, odd stares on him as other students passed by.
stupid.
stupid.
s t u p i d !
the gloomy little boy is starting to hit himself on the head thinking it could actually help him remember where he could’ve left it or misplaced it. but it doesn’t help, it just makes his head and heart hurt even more.
sungjin’s phone rings just the same time as the water works start flowing down his cheeks. he reaches for the phone not bothering to look on the caller id, wiping the tears and his sniffles away with the sleeves of his hoodie.
“h-hello?” the boy answers, voice filled with sadness, “ye-yeah it’s me… so-sorry now’s really not a good ti —”
the unfamiliar voice and the mention of a journal, makes him bolt up in panic, “where - where are y-you?”
excited must be the biggest understatement to describe what sungjin feels as he looks at his watch every other minute on his last period of the day. as soon as the bell rings he’s up and out of the class before anyone else. the students and the professor give him weird looks but that didn’t matter to him, well at least not today.
the redhead speedwalks back to the dorms to drop his things and grab a few snacks, making sure he has extra salty chips. before you know it he is rushing to the maverick dorms, carrying all sorts of junk food in his arms against his chest.
the reason for all this excitement is none other than his ryujin hyung. they met quite awhile ago, ryujin being one of the first seniors that was assigned to mentor him and between all the that training, they sort of just clicked. now, when they both are free, they try and arrange a day for them to unwind and enjoy each other’s company.
i wonder what we’ll do today?
are we watching pokemon?
or maybe hyung can teach me those fortnite dances!
when he reaches the olders door hes panting from that little but that doesnt stop him from knocking vigourously, giddy to see the other.
“He’s hurt because of us. He was reading our mind, I did not allow him. No human can enter our mind, they could not bear my existence unless they had the tuning you did.” Enigma chimed in, causing him to freeze, his hand hovering in air and now daring not to touch the other.
“Wait, anyone with mental powers can’t deal with our mind because of you?” Byungjae startled a bit, pulling back his hand as he looked at the other. Though that may be the question in his head, and he could only feel a nod coming from Enigma, he openly blurted out to the fallen stranger “Are you okay? I’m so sorry for that. Enigma just told me about some mental fortitude thing—”
Oh, wait. He just blurted out about Enigma in front of a stranger. Why was he such an idiot?
this feeling, the burning feeling, it was something the boy has never encountered before. he writhes in pain, his head throbbing.
ah! it hurts!
what just happened?
what was that?
he gets himself on his knees, a hand holding onto his head,“s-sorry, i-i’ve been having a rough day, i think it’s my powers glitching… so-sorry, i hope i-i didn’t hurt you too.”
he looks up to the body he collided with and realises it was the same boy he’s been curiously glancing at for days. the same boy he’s been getting the strangest vibe from.
sungjin finally gets himself up, head still feeling fried, “w-what? e-enigma?” he doesn’t know if he’s hearing things or if he’s still not come back from his senses.
jungha likes to think she’s decent at being a mentor type of figure—mainly due to the fact that she is very patient. special cases where she has to teach someone who really tests her limits, triggering a very quiet form of anger that would not exactly end nicely. it’s a good thing that the kid she’s tasked with today by a staff trainer seems decent.
there’s a brief flash of pain she can detect as she approaches him in the dojo, but much more shorter than the typical flashes she gets. an attempt to send a very slight wave of pain to the redhead is stopped, confirming what the trainer had told her.
“hey, you’re sungjin, right?” hands in her sweatpants’ pockets—there’s no need for appropriate sparring attire since she won’t be laying a finger on the kid—she offers him a friendly smile. she means no harm. “i’m jungha,” no need for the alias. it’s a little tacky if you ask her. “pain manipulator. anyways, trainer lee said you need some training for your psychic shield, so here i am. how developed is your shield?”
@avxsungjin !!
after butchering his first power performance evaluations, sungjin isn’t really surprised anymore that he’s assigned to take extra classes.
other than being new and his poor evaluation score, he did need to work on a lot to keep up with the other students. so when the professor told him to stay and talk after dismissing the whole class, he already knew what’s up — he is to take special mentoring classes with another senior.
this is how the redhead finds himself in one of the training rooms after class hours. he doesn’t really know what to expect, his professor didn’t really say much, only said he’d have to train with one of the mavericks. who that is? sungjin doesn’t even have a clue.
he is sitting on the ground when he hears her, he immediately gets up and bows, “me? y-yes! i am…! sungjin!” could his answer be any more embarrassing? probably.
he examined the other and the boy thought it was strange because he really thought he was here to fight and get himself hurt — again. his mentor wasn’t wearing the usual sparring attire he’s seen, and is currently wearing. maybe she was that good and didn’t need to. the boy feeling a bit anxious now, puts himself on an awkward defensive stance that one of the other seniors have taught him.
however, as his senior, he soon learns is named jungha, starts to introduce herself and explain what they will be doing, his hands in stance start to lower; the younger now is utterly confused.
“m-my psychic shield?” sungjin bites his lower lip, thinking if he might have got his room mixed up.
“i don’t… know… i think i-i got this all mixed up, sorry, i’m not sure if you’ve got the right one, i don’t think i have a psy-psychic shield? i don’t even know what that-that is…”
the ninth floor should be empty. it usually is – it’s where she goes to when she wants to be alone, when everyone’s bullshit gets too much and she just wants to sit and be alone.
the ninth floor, however, is not empty today. jisoo glances at the guy hovering along the level, raising an eyebrow. he doesn’t seem to know who she is yet. she could, of course, scare the fuck out of him so she gets the ninth floor to herself again. or she could have a little bit of fun. at his expense, naturally. she can get the ninth floor empty someway else.
a new student who doesn’t know who she is yet… she doubts they’re in the loop for very much else. the seeds of a prank form.
“hey,” she says, “you’re new, right?”
who knew moving in was hard? sungjin has finally brought his last box into his room and he’s just outside his room, counting if he’s got everything.
okay, so my clothes are there.
school things, inside as well.
oh wow is that crown moulding?
just as he was about to step into his room to inspect if it really was crown moulding or his vision was just playing tricks on him a voice from the hall puts him into a halt,
“o-oh me?” he looks around making sure he is the one being talked to because he wasn’t used to that, “yeah, i am…” sungjin’s voice trails off shyly scratches his head and a cute little pout forms on his lips.
“are-are you from this floor too? i’m staying here,” he points to the room in front of him. he isn’t sure why he points and shows where his room to this stranger but he does, is it a good decision, maybe not.
he has brilliant streaks of story potential dancing and shining under his skin, fireworks on the edges of his silhouette. his yellow matches the red in her’s, and she knows, she does, what that means. a new student, and already the narrative bends towards him, as if reaching out to wrap itself around his little finger. fuck off, she thinks, annoyed; she can feel her narrative load yearning towards his, magnets around the same pole.
“hi,” she says, slipping off the bench and walking towards the boy. she smiles, pretty and saccharine, “i don’t think there’s a cantiria around, but uh,” a lilt of laughter in her voice, “if you’re looking for a place to eat? there’s a cafe near here, and the cafeteria’s at the hall.”
sungjin mentally facepalms when he realises what he just had said — cantiria.
what is that word even?
way to go me!
what a great first impression, loser.
the redhead tries to shake the thoughts of and puts a wide grin on his face, a perfect match to the shining smile the other had.
“y-yeah, i don’t think there’s a cantiria around too, i don’t know where i got that,” he laughs a little awkwardly trying to mask his own embarrassment away.
sungjin looks around, figuring out what the other meant by near, “really! wow! okay, thanks! i kinda got lost, i’m new, like new like a new student, my name is not new, my name is sungjin! okay, wow, i should stop, s-sorry for disturbing you.” he juts out his lips into a little pout, fumbling with his sweater.
“u-uhm.. last question! where exactly is the cafe here?” he grins once more, hoping it’s not that far because he was really hungry.
and as if on cue, his stomach grumbles a little too loudly, his face turning fifty shades of red all at once.
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