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part seventy eight

EXO COMEBACK EUREUREONG

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unedited so i apologize in advance for any mistakes

lu han remembers when he'd still been new to this whole save the world business. they'd all been, but lu han had a particularly hard time getting a grasp of his power. lacked focus, jongin said, not unkindly as he led lu han through mind exercises to sharpen his focus. he and yixing had been the earliest to pick up their powers, jongin because he'd already had several months' head start ahead of them and yixing because - well, lu han didn't know why.

yixing's power had less in common with lu han's, but they seemed to click well enough so quickly enough yixing took on the chore of helping lu han practice. jongin went on to teach the rest of his half how to master their powers, letting joonmyun shoot water at him or sehun try to blow him off his feet and meanwhile, yixing moved into lu han’s room, both a blessing and a curse. a blessing, because lu han liked yixing, felt less homesick by his side and a curse because yixing refused to let lu han sleep at night until he levitated his phone, and then the lamp, and then the entire cabinet it sat on, until lu han was breaking out a sweat and with a pounding headache raging in his head by the end of it all.

only then does yixing let him rest, crossing over between their beds to hold lu han's head in his hands, closing his eyes. lu han doesn't feel the healing, not as anything tangible at least, but by the time yixing is done their breathing has slowed in sync, and lu han's head doesn't hurt anymore. he should be annoyed at yixing, for this whiplash of sensations he puts lu han through, but he can't, he's too relaxed. he wonders if that's what yixing had meant to do.

when he's gotten stable enough to lift entire cars for a good amount of time (yixing snuck him out at night, to avoid passerby catching sight of a strange scene), but still got stuck lifting himself, yixing decided, "maybe you need practice on living things."

the thing is, that when lu han lifts things, he imagines them in his hands, actual, tangible. when he lifts a ball, he holds his hand out and cups it, feeling the texture inside it as he lifts. when he lifts a car, he feels the weight pressing down heavy, though diminished, on his arms. when he lifts himself - he doesn't know where to grip.

he doesn't think lifting yixing will help with that, but it's what yixing wants so it's what lu han does. they're in their room, because yixing figures if he falls at least the carpeted floor should help, and lu han stands on one side while yixing watches him from the other.

he takes a deep breath, clearing his mind, before extending his hands and clenching them. he can see yixing wince, and he wonders if yixing can feel his hands against his hips the way lu han can feel him - whatever it is, he loosens his grip, apologetic, before trying to lift.

it doesn't work. maybe yixing did have the right idea after all, and it was living things, not lu han himself, that got him stuck. he tried again, and again, until yixing was squirming out of his invisible grasp, a small frown on his lips.

'hey, let's take a break for a while. you look like you're getting frustrated again,' yixing says, and lu han realizes with a start it's true. he hadn't even realized it, but his brow has furrowed in frustration and his teeth are clenched up against each other.

relaxing with a shake of his head, lu han lets out another deep breath before letting out a breathy laugh, trying to relax himself.

'sorry,' he says, 'you're right, let's take a break.'

yixing hums, studying him, and lu han remembers that breaks with yixing are never really breaks.

'try carrying me,' yixing says, and lu han raises his brow. that's what he's been doing this entire time, he starts to say, but yixing continues, 'with your actual hands. just like this.'

he steps into lu han's space, face just inches from lu han's own, and waits there expectantly. lu han has to remind himself not to take a step back, and to not let his heart hammer in his chest, because this- this shouldn't make him nervous, it's not telekinesis.

so closing his eyes, he lifts his hands to yixing's hips, just like he'd been imagining earlier. like this, the loose tank yixing is wearing actually hikes up a bit, and lu han can feel the other's skin underneath his fingers, can see the small bruises that are forming from when he'd gripped too hard his first try. it makes him feel a bit guilty, so he slides his grip down, the tank falling with it so that he no longer has to see.

this is effortless, lifting yixing with his hands and arms. yixing might be heavier than him but it's not by much, and lu han lifts him, yixing steadying himself with hands on lu han's arms, and tries to memorize the feeling. the exact weight on his hands, the force needed to keep yixing balanced and upright. when he's done, he lets go - and yixing isn't expecting this, he realizes, as the other boy shouts with surprise, but lu han tunes it out, trying to keep his focus as he floats yixing in the air, and then tries to push forward

he can practically feel something snap out of his place in his mind, and then yixing is crumpling out of the air, like a rag doll, and someone shouts - this time, he realizes, it's him, rushing forward to check if yixing is alright. but it's yixing that's comforting him, rising up on his knees from where he'd landed, thankfully, on the bed, 'shh, it's okay, i'm not hurt.'

that had been months ago, and now lu han has mastered his power, is able to lift yixing, or himself, high up in the air and maneuver them however. but he still hasn't learned to perform well under pressure, and this time yixing is no help, voice frantic in his ear as he shouts out, 'lu han! catch him, he's falling--'

it's kris, lu han realizes with a start, and the dive is a bit too steep, speeding up rapidly, for yifan to be in control. he can't focus with yixing in his ear, he can't--

lu han snaps a, 'shut up!' unnecessarily harsh but he knows that yixing will get it immediately, before reaching out for yifan with his mind. he feels the other's trajectory angling slightly, less steep before he loses it again.

he tries to remember yifan, how he looks in person in front of him, how he feels when lu han shoves up against him or leans into his side, but all he can see right now is yifan diving headfirst for the ground, and he can't, he can't--

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