02; Chanyeol

This girl guy is on fire!

a. Accidentally committing arson

Having fire as your power is dangerous, and it's even more so when you're an awkward potato like Chanyeol. Despite the members' various efforts, Chanyeol's power was still very much out of control, and he'd end up setting something on fire every other week. 

"AHHHHHHHH! Chanyeol! Help!" Baekhyun's distinctive scream could be heard from a mile away.

"What happened, Baek?" asked Chanyeol as he rushed over to the singer, who was now trembling like a leaf. 

"A―a spider! A hugeass spider! Kill it, quick!" Baekhyun pointed a shaking finger at the offensive creature.The spider scurried further down the wall and Baekhyun let out a girly squeal. Chanyeol's protective instinct immediately increased tenfold. 

"Don't worry, I'll get rid of it for you!" He instantly produced a huge fireball in his hands (he wasn't really thinking clearly with Baekhyun's repeated pleas for help) and aimed it at the spider. 

Fortunately, the spider was vanquished.

Unfortunately, the curtains caught on fire. 

"FIRE!" screamed both of them, as they ran away from the clutches of the flame which was hungrily at the wall. 

"Junmyeon-hyung! Minseok-hyung! Help!" shouted Chanyeol as he ran towards all the other rooms in the dorm, barging into each one to check if his two sacred hyungs were there. 

"What is it now?" asked Minseok blearily, having just woke up from his nap. Without time for further explanation Chanyeol dragged him and Junmyeon to the scene of the crime in the living room, where the fire was consuming a stack of books.

"Why the did this happen?" Chanyeol widened his eyes in shock. Junmyeon never cursed. He must be really angry. Chanyeol, having realised the trouble that he had caused, slung his shoulders low and shuffled his feet. 

"Don't ask, just put it out!" pleaded Baekhyun, who was on the verge of tears. Three waterballs and six iceballs later, the fire was finally extinguished. By the time they completed it, though, the wall of living room was a black charred mess. It was almost unrecognisable, the way the walls were black and sooty. The curtains were gone, leaving in place a pile of ashes that were flying around. Minseok coughed, fanning away the smoke. 

"Chanyeol..." said the three others in a dangerously low voice.

"Yes?" squeaked Chanyeol.

"Clean this up. Now," ordered Junmyeon.

Chanyeol's subsequent howl of agony could be heard for miles and miles. (He's also never allowed to kill insects anymore.)

b. Pissing off Yixing

It's also dangerous because Chanyeol's emotions are never neutral―they always belong on either end of the spectrum. And when he gets emotional, his powers are even harder to control.

"Sehun, Sehun," Chanyeol shouted, bouncing into the room, like the pyromanic lunatic that he was. "I went to visit a fansite yesterday, and guess what I saw!" 

"Your creeper faces being photoshopped to create memes?" Sehun replied offhandedly as he removed his headphones.

"No!" Chanyeol laughed. "Guess again."

"Asking what brand of toothpaste you use?"

"No!"

"Multi-dimensional pictures of your bulge?"

"No! What the― Sehun, guess properly!" 

"Then what is it?" asked Sehun, already fed up. The maknae didn't have a very good temper.

"They were writing nice comments about our performance yesterday! You know, the one on SBS. They thought my rapping was cool," Chanyeol burbled on happily, arms waving around in glee. "I bet that's never happened to you before, right?"

"Er, yes, that's very nice," Sehun replied flatly, eyes still fixed on his phone screen.

"Of course!" Chanyeol beamed, sitting down beside Sehun.

"Hey―" he started, putting a hand on Sehun's shoulder, but he never got to finish his sentence because at that moment the maknae let out a shriek that pierced Chanyeol's eardrums.

Chanyeol let out a yelp of surprise at finding smoke rising from Sehun's shirt, where his hand had previously landed.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry, did I hurt you?" asked the tall giant worriedly as he bent down to take a closer look. His hands were reaching for Sehun's shoulder again but not before the younger male swatted them away.

"Stay. Away. From. Me. Don't touch me," Sehun growled as he edged away from Chanyeol one step at a time. When he was at what he judged to be a safe distance away, he pulled down the sleeve of his shirt to reveal a red hot patch on his shoulder. Chanyeol gasped audibly, mouth wide open. He was horrified at what he'd done. Sehun tentatively reached up to touch his wound, but at the merest contact he let out a hiss of pain.

"Dude, don't just stand there with your mouth open like a fish! Call Yixing-hyung, quick!" Sehun demanded, and Chanyeol snapped out of his dazed state. He ran outside, arms flailing, eyes hysterical. He looked like a man on the brink of insanity.

"Yixing! Yixing!" he shouted, bursting into Yixing's room, only to find EXO-M's main dancer and their leader hurriedly jump apart, guilty expressions on their faces. Whatever they might have been doing did not register in Chanyeol's mind―he was too obsessed with finding Yixing.

"Quick, hyung!" Chanyeol gesticulated wildly, "go and help Sehun! Heal him! Quick!"

"What? Why? What happened?" asked Yixing as Chanyeol dragged him by the wrist into Sehun's room, a confused Junmyeon tagging behind. Chanyeol just ignored him. Sehun, upon seeing his saviour, cried out in relief.

"Quick, hyung, heal me. This scald is super painful."

Yixing stepped forward and let out a gasp when he saw the extent of Sehun's injury. "What," he said incredulously, turning to look at Chanyeol, "did you third-degree burn him or something?" Junmyeon's face was also creased with worry, as he stared at the tall giant in the centre of the room. Chanyeol felt himself become shorter and shorter under the accusing gazes of the three other members.

"I'm sorry, it was an accident," he mumbled, looking down at his feet.

"That's what you always say when stuff like this happens," sighed Yixing. Turning to Sehun, he softened his voice. "This won't take a minute."

He gently placed his hands on Sehun's shoulder. Before long an eerie white light emanated from the area and when Yixing removed his hand, Sehun's shoulder was as good as new.

"Thanks, hyung," Sehun said gratefully.

"Guys, what happened?" asked Kyungsoo, as he came walking through the door, Luhan following closely behind.

"Chanyeol burnt Sehun," informed Junmyeon, staring daggers into Chanyeol's head. 

"You have to be more careful! You really can't keep doing that, hyung," said Kyungsoo, fawning over Sehun like an adoring mother.

"This is like the tenth time it happened! Last time, it was Baekhyun's di―" The rest of Luhan's sentence was cut off by a gigantic hand over his mouth. Said hand, very obviously, belonged to Chanyeol. He was red to the very tips of his ears. 

The rest of EXO were reminded of that fateful day not long ago when Baekhyun trudged red-faced into Yixing's room, proceeded to shoo everybody out of it, and slam the door. They stayed in there for about an hour. When they came out, Yixing's face became the red one. When asked, none of them would say a word, but as the saying goes, "Murder will out", and pretty soon the entire dorm was rolling over dying of laughter. Baekhyun had shut himself in his room for a week (Chanyeol had to sleep on the sofa) and it took a tremendous amount of coaxing to get him to open the door.

"Okay, that was ages ago, could you people please don't bring this up again? It's embarrassing and I have my pride too, you know," muttered Chanyeol.

"But you never learn your lesson!" said Luhan righteously. "I think we should stay away from him."

A smattering of agreements sounded throughout the room and Chanyeol knew he was screwed.

"Oh, and hyung?" called Sehun before he left the room.

"Yeah?"

"Please refrain from visiting fansites ever again." 

c. Earning the complete distrust of other members

It was Zitao's birthday, and all the members were gathered around the dining table, celebrating for him. They'd eaten a sumptuous dinner, played games, and sang the birthday song. Now it was time for one final thing.

"Light the candles please, Chanyeol," said Kris as he stuck the last of twenty candles into a gigantic birthday cake, with the face of a panda on it. No points for guessing why.

"He meant with a lighter, hyung," added Jongdae helpfully as Chanyeol produced a fireball in his hand. Upon hearing Jongdae's words, Chanyeol sulkily removed the fireball.

"Come on guys, don't you trust me enough to let me do a simple thing like this?" he pleaded, eyes roving from one member to another.

"Nope, your power is too out of control. I don't want to lose another one of my shirts," said Junmyeon firmly, and Chanyeol went to take out the lighter from the cupboard with a defeated sigh. He rolled his thumb along the spark wheel, but to no avail―the lighter simply wouldn't start.

"It's spoilt," declared Chanyeol gleefully. "Now can I use my fireball?"

"No!" yelled eleven other voices in unison.

"Damn," the tall giant pouted, as Jongin teleported downstairs to buy another. 

A/N:

Nothing much to say, just hope that this was as funny as the previous chapter and also that it wasn't too long a wait! XD 

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