exomeme | part two hundred and sixteen

part two hundred and sixteen

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world cup: exomeme edition: prelims | round one | round two

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quarter-finals: 07-13 00:00 UTC - 07-15 23:59 UTC
team a - xiuchenlayeol team b - kaibaektaohan

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Chanyeol discovered his power at the age of ten when he tried to cuddle his cat to his chest and the flesh and skin burned off where he touched. Chanyeol didn't have anymore pets after that, and not much more touching.

It's not so bad, when he thinks about it. He doesn't have to deal with people's dirt and germs they could spread by touching him. He doesn't have to feel uncomfortable if someone touches him more than he'd like. He never gets to hug anyone, or cuddle, or kiss, because he can't touch them at all.

But it's not so bad, really.

It takes six years for Chanyeol to find someone else like him. A group of kids who know how he feels, have gone through what he's been through and understand the isolation. He finds solidarity in the friendship of people who understand.

But they don't truly understand. Chanyeol sees the way that they hug each other in greeting, high-five for a job well done, cuddle when the nights get too cold. Chanyeol sees the way they always look like they're coming to him, like they're going to hug him, before they remember and pull away. Of course they would. That's what's safe. Touching Chanyeol is dangerous, and no one should take that risk for a hug.

But it doesn't stop Chanyeol from asking.

"Jongdae-yah," Chanyeol whines, leaning over the top of his bunk-bed and peeking his over the side, where Jongdae is sitting, under the covers and reading a book.

Jongdae has the power of electrokinesis. It's a lot more controlled than Chanyeol's, almost like he doesn't have a power at all. Chanyeol isn't exactly new to having a power, it's been so many years now, but he never quite learned how to control it when he was younger and before he found his group of ragtag mutants. Even after, they don't know how to control it either. It's something they've never seen before.

"What?" Jongdae barks, flipping to a new page in his book without looking up.

He's used to Chanyeol's whining, and Jongdae's used to his. They have a mutual whining relationship, though they never quite actually listen to each other. It's probably for the best because what comes out is usually insults.

"Will you cuddle with me?" he asks, and even though Jongdae's not looking, the pout is so evident in his voice.

Sometimes Chanyeol is the most annoying guy. Cursing up a storm, talking shit, trying to insult you. Challenging you to competitions and making bets and bragging like he's the best thing that ever happened to the group. Sometimes, mostly late at night when it's dark and quiet like this, he's more like a kid.

Jongdae's gotten this question before, they all have, but the answer's always the same. "I can't, Chanyeol. You know I can't."

Chanyeol frowns, returns to his own bed and gets under the covers. He knows, he's always known. But it never hurts to ask.

Yixing is already asleep by the time that Chanyeol approaches him.

He and Chanyeol have an interesting relationship, one that is close to almost not being one. They like each other well enough, though they rarely ever talk, and mostly have a mutual agreement just to chill in each other's silence. Yixing's a cool dude, and Chanyeol thinks he might be cool enough to agree to cuddle with him.

"Hey," Chanyeol whispers, but Yixing doesn't budge. He reaches a hand out and uses it to shake Yixing's shoulder a little, and that wakes him up. Makes him jerk up with a hiss.

"What's going on?" Yixing says, a little frantic, and Chanyeol can see that he's burned a hole through Yixing's shirt.

He blinks. "Um, nothing, I just—" Chanyeol tries to reach out, like he wants to fix Yixing's shirt and put it back together. "I'm sorry."

Yixing looks at Chanyeol, really looks at him. Chanyeol doesn't know if he's ever been this close to Yixing but his gaze is starting to freak him out. He doesn't want people to see too far into him. He doesn't want people to look deeper underneath his facade of "jokingly" asking to be cuddled. He wants--he wants.

"It's okay, man," Yixing says, and he pats Chanyeol on the head.

Chanyeol revels in it. His head is hot too, but Yixing doesn't pull away for a few seconds. As soon as he does, he takes his hand and presses it to the other one, closing his eyes. Healing himself. Chanyeol's eyes suddenly become a little unfocused, and he tries to blink whatever it is away.

Yixing gives him a lazy smile, leans back in his bed.

Chanyeol leaves without asking to be cuddled. He doesn't think he could handle the answer right now.

Minseok, Chanyeol thinks, is his best bet. He's got the power most similar to Chanyeol's, except that he's incredibly cold. He's had his power for a few years longer and has been learning to control it for as long as that, so he can touch people. Not too often, but when he really tries.

"You're cold and my heat, they'll counteract each other!" Chanyeol says enthusiastically. "Let's cuddle!"

He'd entered Minseok's bedroom in the middle of the night because he couldn't sleep, and Minseok had been awake, researching. Looking for more mutants. He's become somewhat of a leader of their little group, and Chanyeol admires everything about him. His control of power, his control of emotion. He can, and does, teach Chanyeol so much.

"It doesn't work like that," Minseok says with a sigh.

And Chanyeol knows because they've tried it before. They've tried it so many times. Chanyeol'd thought he'd finally found the person he could touch, he could hug, but he only ended up burning Minseok and hurting himself in the process as well. But, still. One day—it might work.

Minseok looks at him, and it reminds him of the way he father looked at him. So much pity. Chanyeol lowers his eyes, stands up and makes to leave.

“Hey.” Minseok stops him with a soft smile. “Why don’t you drag your mattress in here and sleep next to me tonight? Bring some marshmallows too and we’ll roast them on your hands.”

Chanyeol laughs, a deep, full laugh that shakes his whole body and makes him bend in half. When he comes up for air, Minseok is looking at him with something in his eyes that Chanyeol can’t quite read. He nods and makes his way out of the room.

A few days later, and Chanyeol has taken a break from asking people to cuddle with him. It’s not that he’s given up, no, but he needs a little stop from the rejection for a bit.

He’s lying on his top bunk, arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling, when he hears the door open. He’s sure its just Jongdae coming in to sleep and doesn’t think anything of it, until a head pokes it way over Chanyeol’s bunk.

“Hey,” the head says. It’s Jongdae.

When Chanyeol peaks over to see him standing by his bed, he notices that he’s wearing some weird suit, that’s white and puffy and makes him look like an astronaut. “What the hell are you wearing?” Chanyeol squints.

Jongdae actually blushes. “It’s a fire resistant suit.”

Chanyeol gasps, stares. Does that mean—

“It was Minseok hyung’s idea, and Yixing is on stand by in case I get burned. Now get down here and cuddle me,” Jongdae grunts, crossing his arms. “You idiot.”

Chanyeol just beams.

this is so cute ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

oh, my heart ;n;

this is so cute omg...

i'm so ;;

aww my heart, poor pcy

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