[✔] HELLEVATOR ── chanlix

12.

Seungmin began to count down, and once he hit one, he threw the first frisbee.

He tried to keep the water flying from his fingers in a straight line- though, he could see a lot of it falling from the line he had shot- even as it grazed past the frisbee.

He sighed, listening to Minho grumble beneath him.

Felix threw the frisbee this time, and Chan had his hand held out in that direction. While the water hit the frisbee and knocked it out of its path, water still dropped on to Minho, who yowled in emphasis that he was hit.

"Control, Chan, it's all about control," Seungmin called, holding up a neon green frisbee, "concentrate on keeping it together. Your mind is too full. Listen to what Jeongin said."

" 'Send your thoughts through your fingers, but don't actually say them. Once they're gone, they're gone,' " Chan echoed, swallowing thickly as he nodded his head.

Same goes for emotions.

Drawing in a deep breath, he rolled his shoulders back and nodded towards Seungmin, who tossed another frisbee out above Minho.

Steaming water flew from his hands in one single ball, sending a chill down his spine as it flew through the air.

Said steaming ball hit the frisbee and knocked it down behind Minho, though Chan wasn't watching as he used the wooden beam beside him as support. 

"Damn, dude," Seungmin snickered, "You melted Changbin's frisbee."

Chan just nodded his head wearily, crossing his other leg in front of him to maintain his balance as he kept a grip on the beam.

He shivered again.

'That's not meant to happen,' Felix's voice echoed in his head, and he slowly raised his eyes to meet Felix's.

His teeth chattered briefly. I'm fine.

Felix turned his worried eyes away and tossed up another frisbee, and with a shaky hand Chan shot another string of water towards it- barely grazing it out of the path it was going in. Minho still yowled.

Fuck.

Rubbing his hands together to gain warmth, he nodded for Seungmin to throw another frisbee. With his eyes locked on it, he flexed the muscles in his hands for a moment to hopefully contain the water in a single line.

It hit the frisbee and eventually fell to the ground behind Minho, who hopped forward to avoid getting wet.

Chan's muscles tensed as he shivered again.

He didn't know why he was shaking so badly. It wasn't even cold when he had come out earlier- it was actually warm. 

Chan stumbled on the beam slightly, and forced himself to set down and lean against the beam beside him.

The others of the other three lingered on him, especially Felix's. He watched as Seungmin and Felix set the frisbees down and walked towards the structure, motioning for Chan to come down.

Chan obeyed- slowly lowering himself onto the beam beneath him and then dropping to the ground.

"Holy shit, Chan, you look so pale," Minho said, his tail twitching in the air as he walked closer to him. "Pick me up. I'm warm. Do it."