powerboys | This is my coup d'etat

"No, I-- I get it." He felt a sudden surge of power and the lights in the room flickered before, once again, his stupid heart started to glow. His eyes widened and he swiftly tried to cover it up, looking at Yejoon with alarm. "It's not what it looks like, it's just -- this is weird, I'm sure it'll stop."

Fucking stop, he hissed as he tried to calm down but hearing those words from his soulmate made him surge with power.

"I... What is happening?" Yejoon looked around at first, assuming that something must be wrong with the electricity. But then he saw Sangwoo's chest glowing as his eyes widened. What? He swallowed, blinking. Why wasn't he more afraid? There was even a part of him that had expected this, as if this was supposed to happen. But how did that make sense? He had never seen anything like this.

"Is it-- Is it magic, Sangwoo?"

"Maybe." He closed his eyes, focused and slowly, the magic dimmed away. "I got a bit of magic so... I guess when I'm nervous, it comes out. Don't worry about it." He didn't want to do this, to talk about it or go down the soulmate rabbit hole because he knew it wouldn't end well. He'd have to tell him things he didn't want to and he couldn't stand being rejected after everything. "Can we forget it happened?"

"I don't think I can forget that. That's amazing, I've never seen anything like that outside of performances." Magic wasn't something anyone got to see a lot. Unless, Yejoon supposed, one had magic. "Can you show me more of what you can do?" He was so curious now. "How does it work?"

"Uh, I imagine stuff and then it kinda happens. Some stuff, not anything. I started like a month ago so I can mostly just make light." He imagine catching a star for his sister and held up the light ball for Yejoon to see before making it disappear from his hand. "I can do that and -- I can do this a little." He made a class on the bedside table rise but it fell back down pretty swiftly.

"It's really new to me, my friend practises more than I do."

"Minjun." Yejoon remembered. "Is he the one that talked to you tonight?" Of course he had noticed, he had paid attention to little else but what Sangwoo was doing. He looked at him with awe, filled with wonder. "That's amazing. I've never been this close to a magic user. Not outside of dreams, anyway." He smiled, shaking his head. "You are impressive, I didn't know."

"Yeah, he's my best friend. Always getting me into trouble. And visa versa." Hence why he was in a hotel room with a hot, rich boy he had no right to be with who was kind of his soulmate. And he didn't think it was fair to keep that from him any longer. "I think -- I think you're magic too. You know that feeling? That connect we have. I think we're soulmates."

God, that sounded so dumb to say aloud but it was true. "And it doesn't seem right not to say it. We're connected, Joon-ah."

"Soulmates?" Yejoon frowned, unsure what to think. He had started to believe that it was an artificial thing, something used to make better soldiers, that the myths around them was just a way to make it sound better. But he knew he hadn't been chosen to be a perfect fighter. Far from it. And he knew that... "What does it mean? That we are connected?"

"I think my magic is stronger when I'm with you cause it's way harder to control. Usually it's a spark, with you it's a flame." With a shrug, he leaned forward and looked at Yejoon, frowning a little. "We're bonded, I think. Like the soldiers they always talk about. I think we were meant to be together." And he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not cause it could be pretty dangerous for Yejoon. "Maybe that's why we feel this way."

"That would explain it..." Yejoon looked at Sangwoo, suddenly feeling very uncertain in an entirely new way. What was he supposed to do with this? "If we are supposed to be together, then..."

How? How could they? He didn't have that kind of freedom. "Are we supposed to fight? I mean... If we are bonded, if we have magic, are we supposed to go out and defeat whatever threat there is?"

"We don't have to fight if we don't want to. People say we gotta but we don't. Only if we tell people." And he really didn't want to enlist. He didn't trust that it was a good idea. "They're just trying to keep us all under thumb anyway." He shrugged, not sure if he was about to get into an argument or something. Yejoon might want to do it but he was less sure.

"I'm sorry you have a soulmate like me but I'll do what I can to be worthy. I promise you that."

"I-- I don't know. I'm not a fighter. I never knew what I am. But--" But for the first time in his life, he felt a sense of belonging. He wrapped his arms around Sangwoo and pulled him close, as close as he could, until he was right against him, until he could feel his chest move with every breath. "I love you. I want that to be all that matters." Couldn't that just be it? Why was life so complicated?

"Then it is all that matters. We'll ignore the world as long as we can and I'll keep you safe." And, because he knew how this would go, he smiled and kissed Yejoon's cheek, hugging him tighter. "And you'll protect me, yeah?" Yejoon wanted to be a protector so he'd let him. He'd let him do anything really. He'd never felt love like this.

"Being with you makes me feel whole for the first time ever."

This is my coup d'etat

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