Just a Little Bit out of Control || Yoochun x Chanyeol
Chanyeol couldn’t quite remember the reason why he had bothered with walking over to the generator, that is, until he saw a familiar figure standing there. It looked like he was trying to fix it or something, or at least, that’s what Chanyeol had gathered from the way the man was positioned around it.
Chanyeol was full of stupid ideas, one that had almost gotten him killed in the past. He remembers clearly the time that he had decided that it would be a good idea to start a fire for himself to keep warm while settled in the middle of the forest. This was years ago, when Chanyeol had first begun his travelling, a time when he still wasn’t familiar with his ability. Long story short, Chanyeol had caused a forest fire, and out of fear of being caught, he fled the scene of the crime before the fire had gotten out of hand.
Today was going to be no different.
He was going to sneak up on Yoochun, just to scare him enough that he’d turn around and laugh instantly upon seeing Chanyeol’s face.
And so, he slowly crept his way closer to where the man was standing, careful not to be noticed by the man and spooked him. Unfortunately for Chanyeol, his harmless little plan had backfired, and Yoochun jumped in distress.
Chanyeol looked around to see the lights back at the circus off, which was strange because they had been working fine when he had left- oh. It seems that his little surprise attack on the older male had caused him to short circuit the generator. “Oops.” He said sheepishly, grinning.
However, when Yoochun lashed out in shock, Chanyeol jumped back and let out his own scream of shock — he hadn’t been expecting that to happen. Again, unfortunately for Chanyeol, when that happened, he tended to let off sparks.
His sparks attacked the generator, instantly catching fire upon hitting the oil and grease that had been spilled. He stared in horror as the flames began to grow, his mind swimming and unable to lessen the heat.
The only thing going through Yoochun's mind at the sight of the burning generator was how thoroughly and absolutely fucked he and Chanyeol were. He didn't blame Chanyeol, not really. Both of them were at fault and, above all, it had been an accident. In any case, who was potentially at fault for the incident was definitely not the most important thing at the moment, and Yoochun doubted very much it ever would be. What was important was getting the fire stopped--if, he hated to think, that was possible at all--or ensuring that as little damage was done as possible. The real question, then, was on what exactly they should focus their efforts. Yoochun could barely think straight; he knew he had to do something, but for the life of him couldn't decide what.
He attempted to calm himself, inhaling in slowly but only get a nose full of smoke for his efforts. Coughing violently and attempting to cover his mouth and nose so that he wouldn't inhale anymore of the smoke while in the middle of the fit, Yoochun stumbled backwards into Chanyeol. His vision blurred with tears at the sting of the smoke. Nevertheless, he tried to look around as best as he could to see if by some stroke of luck there was a fire extinguisher in the tent with him. Taking in some raspy breaths he turned to Chanyeol, checking first to make sure he was okay before he began to speak.
"We need to stop this before it gets any worse. Can you see a fire extinguisher anywhere in here? My eyes are watering too much." He hoped, desperately, that Chanyeol's ability would mean his sensitivity to smoke and flames was less than a regular person's. Of course, Yoochun thought, even if it were true, these flames were a product of electricity and oil as much as any other natural material. He had no clue how that played into Chanyeol's ability, if at all. He hoped for the latter, though he couldn't help but expect the former.
"If there's nothing in here, we need to stop the flames some other way--redirect them or at least slow them down. If not," Yoochung grimaced, "we need to get rid of the other stuff here so that they don't go up in flames, too." Yoochun bit his lip and pushed away the growing sense of panic he felt. They had to consider things outside the tent, too. He didn't think there would be a lot of people around--not many of the troupe wandered over this way--but he refused to take that risk. He didn't let his thoughts stray to what had happened to Fei, either. He couldn't worry about that now.
"We need to make sure nobody gets near this tent. I'm sure you're no stranger to how fire does nothing but bring people closer, rather than pushing them away like it should." He laughed, an almost hysterical thing. "Everybody just wants to watch the world burn, I guess."
His thoughts raced and he tried to remember if there were any freaks who had water-based abilities. It was an exercise in futility. It was impossible to bring up such vague memories in a period of crisis. However, if there was truly nothing they could do to stop the flames here on their own, getting help from another cirque member who had a better chance would be the next best thing. "If we can't find anything here to put out the fire, do you know if there are any other freaks who might be able to help?" Yoochun really didn't fancy the idea of leaving the tent unattended or--God forbid--actually leaving Chanyeol here on his own, but he didn't know what else they could do. Would they just have to leave the tent to burn down?
