❝ kinda fluffy, mostly angsty
❝ setting: somehow futuristic Korea
❝ kinda inspired by agents of shield, you’ll know it when you see it
Woojin crumpled the piece of paper before throwing it in the bin, grumbling under his breath.
“This isn’t it,” he shook his head, “this isn’t it.”
He took his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was frustrated, he had been coming up with different solutions for the past two hours, but nothing seemed to be going the way he wanted.
“If I raise the chance of this happening, it would affect this one.” He muttered to himself. “There’s no way the power source can be fixed without blowing up the whole building.”
“Are you still working on that?” Y/n asked as she entered the room, placing the spare keys on the bedside table. “Jinnie, it’s been two hours.”
“I know, y/n.” Woojin replied without looking at you. “I just need more time.”
“No,” you said as you turned his chair around so he could face you. “What you need is a break.”
He shook his head as he gnawed on his lower lip. “If I delay, the power source might as well just die and let all the prisoners out.”
“What have you come up with?” You asked as you looked behind him. “Where are the solutions?”
“Threw them away, none of them work.” You focused on your boyfriend again. “Each solution ends up with someone hurt. If the power source gets fixed, it’s either the person fixing it gets hurt or the whole building collapses.”
“You can fix that, can’t you?”
“Then do that. I can’t believe it didn’t even pass your mind.”
It did, I just didn’t want to come to that option.
He chuckled as he stood up and hugged you, kissing your forehead. “I can’t either. Thank you, y/n.”
You giggled as you looked at him. “Now let’s have dinner. I bet you’re starving.”
After dinner, Woojin walked you home. As he walked back to his apartment, he eyed the building that they called The Fridge. It had many people who had powers, and the only reason why those people were in there was because they used their powers for the wrong reason: to hurt others.
He sighed sharply as he remembered the time one of those people had tried to hurt a dear friend of his. If it wasn’t for Chan, he might as well have died already.
“They can’t get out,” he muttered to himself, “but I can’t let the people die either. I guess we’re going to that conclusion then.”
Woojin started walking to the building and when he was close enough, he took his phone out and called you.
“Woojin? Is everything okay?” You answered.
“Yeah, everything’s fine.” He lied. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m thankful for you and everything you’ve done for me.” He smiled. “I love you, y/n.”
You giggled. “I love you too, Woojin. Don’t stay up too late.”
When the phone call ended, he texted Chan.
Chan! Hey, I haven’t texted you since the day you told me about your acceptance into JYPE and that was yesterday.
You’ve been all over the news too, an attractive intern at JYPE. Cheers man, hope to hear one of your official tracks soon ;)
I texted for a reason. It’s saying goodbye somehow. I don’t know how this is going to end, but I can’t let the generator die, he’ll get out.
Take care of the guys, yeah? And take care of yourself too. Tell your girlfriend so stay with y/n, she’s going to need it.
Woojin pocketed his phone before heading inside the building (fixing the probability that the guards would let him in without suspicion), then down to the basement where technicians were trying to figure out what was wrong with the generator.
He crouched as he hid from their sight and sighed as he raised two fingers to his head and thought, “They’ll find the problem and fix it in two minutes. However, even if the power surge is too much for the lines, there will be enough time for the technicians to get out. They’ll pass me without suspicion and whatever fate has planned next will happen.”
He closed his eyes as he repeated it in his head, his heart pounding harder by the second. Once he pulled his fingers away, he opened his eyes and focused on the engineers who had now located the source of the problem and were fixing it.
He felt his phone buzzing continuously in his pocket and it took everything in him not to look at it. He knew that Chan had seen the messages and that he had told the guys, maybe even you as well. He knew that the messages would only break his heart.
This was the cost of his power. He had to be in the scene of where he changed the probability. If he wasn’t, nothing would change.
And oftentimes, it threatened his life. Just as it was threatening his life at this very moment.
Two minutes passed and the technicians had fixed the generator. One of them noticed that the power was too strong and pointed it out to the other.
“We need to get out, it’s gonna blow!”
“Should we tell the guards?”
“No time,” they stood up and gathered their tools, “we shout it as we run. Can’t do anything for the prisoners now. But it’s not like they deserve another shot at living anyway.”
The men didn’t notice him as they ran up the metal stairs. However, Woojin thought otherwise: all men deserve a second chance, and he was going to give it to them.
When he heard the metal door shut close, he ran out of his spot and up the stairs— not to leave, but to lock the door.
“The blow won’t reach up there,” Woojin muttered to himself as he went back down, “I won’t let it. The area is below the road, if I raise the probability of containing it, only this area will be affected. I need to decrease the chance of the generator exploding as well.”
Woojin smiled to himself sadly as he eyed the generator and the lines connected to it. He took his phone out again and saw that it was mostly your messages lighting up the screen. He unlocked the phone in order to send one last thing to you: I love you.
He pursed his lips as he brought his fingers to his head once again, closed his eyes and thought, “The explosion will only affect the base area, however it will not harm the generator or the foundations of the building.”
Woojin opened his eyes and sat down on one of the steps before the generator’s power proved to be too much and one of the lines finally short-circuited, causing it to spark and affect the lines beside it.
The next day, they announced that it was a miracle that the building didn’t collapse and that not all the lines of the generator exploded. The partial power-outage didn’t affect camera feeds or the lock of the prison doors. They also said it was astonishing how the foundations of the building stood strong. One thing they couldn’t figure out, however, was how the metal door was locked from the inside.
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