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part two hundred and fifteen
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xiumin - 506w
(Anonymous) 2014-07-13 03:29 am (UTC)(link)Chanyeol is still wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, ignoring the way Yixing insists on hovering over him with an anxious expression and his palms facing forward, twinkling lights gathering at the tips of his fingers. Minseok is still standing frozen in place, his eyes darting back and forth between Chanyeol and the corpse Jongdae is poking at with his staff.
"Whatever it was, he's dead," Jongdae says cheerfully enough, pressing the base of the rod against the man's cheek. There's a few sparks with each tap as he attempts to shock their guy, but despite each spasm the man remains dead. "Good job, Chanyeol."
"Good job," Minseok echoes faintly, "what are we even congratulating him on?"
No one answers him, because to be honest, aside from Chanyeol, they're not exactly sure what happened. One moment, the culprit had materialized a machine gun out of fucking nowhere, right as they had cornered him in a dark alley. The next, he was pulling the trigger, the nozzle aimed at Chanyeol. The tallest member of their squad should've been riddled with bullets, or at least had had some sort of damage for Yixing to clean up as usual.
But instead, Chanyeol had opened his freakishly large mouth and sucked each and every speeding bullet down his throat.
In the time it took for their guy to get over the shock of some guy eating his ammunition, Minseok had frozen the blood in his veins, and Jongdae had ended with with an electricution. Simple and clean and the usual, barring Chanyeol's little show.
"So is this an extra power?" Yixing asks curiously, pulling his hands back, but leaning his face forward. Uncomfortably so, as he attempts to stare down Chanyeol's throat like it holds the answers to life itself. "Because I'm not sure I'm comfortable with knowing you could do what you just did to those bullets to my dick during our--"
""It only works on metal--" Chanyeol interrupts before the others are given too much information about their 'private training sessions'. Minseok already looks like he's about to have another aneurysm or something, Jongdae on the verge of his squeals of debauchery usually reserved for their clubbing nights. "I. I have something to confess."
Jongdae stops playing with the dead body and scrambles over, pulling their team leader along. "Do you really want to tell us," he asks seriously, clutching Minseok's arm tightly, "do we even really want to hear it? Some secrets aren't so bad, Yeol. Somethings are meant to stay behind locked doors."
"No, I really have to tell you," Chanyeol barrels on. He needs to get this off his chest. The other three gaze intently at him as he finally opens his mouth to continue. "I. I can eat metal. Before I landed this job..."
The others' eyes are all on him. He feels so small, despite being the tallest of them all.
"I used to be a sword-eater. For the circus."
Oh, the shame.
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