A Dream?

This morning EXO had come across quite a difficult and confusing situation. In fact it was so confusing that the dorm might as well have been on fire with all the chaos going on.

Although they almost did.

Chanyeol opened his eyes and gave a large stretch and a yawn, but quickly his senses overcame him as a thick scent of smoke entered his sense of smell and he shot up and out of his bed. The smell of smoke was strong and as soon as he shot up out of bed his eyes met a flickering fire at the bottom of his bed, causing him to scramble out of bed.

Without thinking of what caused the mysterious fire, he ran over and turned around to try and grab a sheet of some kind and run to the bathroom to dampen it and then throw it over the flames, but quickly his attention snapped to Minseok who stumbled, or rather fell, out of bed. He watched as Minseok staggered onto his feet before giving a small shriek and falling to the floor again, Chanyeol ignored it as he stood up again, grabbed his sheet and passed it over to Minseok, “Quick, go and soak it with wate-“ but as if more amazement wouldn’t be enough, as soon as the sheet landed in Minseok’s hand, it froze.

It froze in his hands.

And even though what he was thinking was ridiculous, he realised what had happened.

Minseok gave a small yelp and dropped the sheet with a large crack as the ice sculptured sheet smashed to the ground and backed away, slipping over again, in which at that point Chanyeol noticed that Minseok’s half of the room had ice sheeting the floor, almost tripping over Zitao who had seemed to also have awoke from his slumber.

The Chinese male looked at the smaller hyung at his feet and then looked at the fire and the frozen sheet and Chanyeol and Baekhyun who seemed to have just woken up before looking back at Chanyeol, asking, “Chanyeol what’s happening!?” But before Chanyeol could even begin to explain his own utter mass of confusion, this sort of deep, butterfly pit feeling in his stomach overcame him and for a moment everything went still, including himself, and he remembered what Zitao’s power was and felt sick, as everything stopped, including the fire.

For a moment Chanyeol was scared that they’d be stuck like this forever, until suddenly he felt a whole load of air fill his lungs and he took a deep breath while the others did also.

“What the hell!?” Chanyeol Baekhyun’s voice before suddenly there was a loud bang and the light bulb above them went out, while the only light was the fire still living at the bottom of his bed.

“Oh great.”

“Yifan, can you try, to sit down?” Junmyeon stressed his words out as he turned his head to the leader sitting (or trying to anyway) next to him, who was trying to be serious, but the fact that he was floating above his seat wasn’t helping.

The members were all sitting, or trying to anyway, on the sofa’s that circled the lounge.

Some had, okay hardly anyone but Junmyeon, had controlled their powers.

Yes, everyone had powers.

After a few moments of shouting, screaming, yelling and slight bleeding, everyone managed to accept the fact that the powers weren’t going any time soon and gathered in the living room, not including Zitao who was forced to sit further back and not say anything in case he stopped time, Yifan who wasn’t technically sitting in his chair but floating above it, Jongin who sat looking constipated, Luhan who lay as still as a rock with his face on the floor and Minseok who wasn’t allowed to touch anything with his hands, along with Chanyeol.

All of this was in the dark from which Baekhyun had blown up all the bulbs, and Sehun bringing in a light (maybe not for long) breeze wasn’t helping.

“We need to sort this out…Luhan sit up it’s not helping,” Junmyeon explained with a sigh.

Luhan looked up from his weird position, replying, “But if I stay like this maybe-“

“Look around you,” Junmyeon cut the other off with a huff and Luhan sat up and looked around to see several things around him floating around, and so he curled up on the sofa next to Minseok who sat completely still.

“I think we need to try and control them before anything else,” Junmyeon explained with authority.

Chanyeol couldn’t help but snicker, this morning he’d already set fire to his bed, and Baekhyun turned to look up at him with a raised eyebrow only barely seen in the dark, asking, “What’s funny?”

Chanyeol raised his arms and laughed, “We’ve all got powers! I’ve set fire to my bed and my bedsheet has been frozen by Minseok, Zitao stopped time, everything’s floating around because of Luhan, including Yifan, no one can see anything because you’ve blown all the light bulbs and Junmyeon wet the bed-“

“Hey!”

“You know what I mean, and it’s only about time until Jongin teleports to who knows where, a storm collides and destroys the dorm starring a tornado made by Sehun, lightning by Jongdae and broken walls by Kyungsoo. The only plus is Yixing because if anyone is injured he can just heal them,” Chanyeol finished with a large breath and even in the dark he could feel everyone staring at him before there was a call a little further away from Zitao, “Hey guys when can I come back?”

“When you’re safe enough to,” Yifan grumbled and Zitao retaliated, “But you’re floating!”

“Yeah but I’m not doing any harm am I?”

Suddenly Chanyeol could see his eyes widen and there was a loud crash as his floating decided to stop and he ended up sprawled on the floor with the chair on top of him.

“Yifan-hyung,” Jongdae murmured, “Go over to Tao.”

Yifan crawled over to Zitao’s side of the room and sat on the floor beside him.

“Chanyeol is right,” Junmyeon stated, finally, “It’s only a matter of time before a wall is demolished, so I think we should make as many excuses as possible until we can properly control these powers, just grant ourselves lucky that we’re not travelling anywhere anytime,” he explained and everyone gave a nod.

“Okay, we need to turn the lights back on, Yifan! Are they still not working?” Junmyeon called over to the outcasts, and Chanyeol turned around to watch as Yifan stood up on his knees and reached up and over to the light switch, flipping the switch but with no effect before shaking his head.

“Well I think we need to sort that out first…everyone go back to the rooms and try to sort something out with your power, I’ll stay here with Yifan and try to figure out how to replace the bulbs-“

“We have spares in the drawer!” Yifan interrupted and Junmyeon nodded before gesturing for everyone to leave.

Chanyeol sighed and looked towards his roommates, although it already looked like they had sorted themselves out as Minseok, Sehun, Luhan and Jongdae had decided to go into Luhan’s room, while Jongin, Zitao and Yixing were in Yixing’s room, leaving Kyungsoo, Chanyeol and Baekhyun in Chanyeol’s room.

Kyungsoo huffed as he sat down on Minseok’s bed, before giving out a yelp as there was a small crack and the legs of the bed collapsed, showing a small Kyungsoo sprawled on the bed, huffing more heavily now.

“Ah, well, well done Kyung,” Chanyeol rolled his eyes, although he knew he hadn’t done any better by setting the bed on fire.

“You’re gonna have to explain that to Minseok-hyung now you know,” Baekhyun explained.

Kyungsoo crawled onto his feet and brushed himself down, not looking pleased.

“Yeah, I know,” he grumbled in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Well someone’s in a bad mood,” Chanyeol smiled although Kyungsoo obviously didn’t want to return the shining bright smile.

Suddenly there was a puff of smoke, or what seemed like smoke, and a groaning Jongin appeared out of nowhere before collapsing onto the floor.

“Jongin-ah!” There were desperate calls outside from Yixing and Chanyeol’s head snapped from Jongin to the door and back to Jongin before he bent down to the groaning mess, asking, “Are you okay?” With a tense reply of, “I am not doing that again,” with a follow up of more groans.

There was a knock on the door and Kyungsoo called them in, while a very worried Yixing appeared, there was hardly any time to indicate the maknae sprawled on the floor as he had noticed straight away and ran over, bending down and hooking the larger male by the shoulders before dragging the groaning male out.

“I’ll just take this from you~” He hummed with an anxious smile, everyone else watching as in silence (except from Jongin’s moans) Yixing dragged him along the floor and out the door.

Baekhyun sighed and asked quietly, in a very serious tone, “What are we going to do? We can’t do anything in this state,”

“Yeah, I think we’ll struggle even going to sleep tonight,” Chanyeol laughed, although the other two seemed like it wasn’t a laughing matter.

After looking at the interesting floor, ceiling and walls while pondering on what on earth they were going to do, there was a loud crack of thunder from outside, with large bangs following it and the sound of obliteration and yelling.

Worried, Chanyeol jumped onto his feet and ran out the door to be met by a large storm.

Objects (i.e Minseok, Yixing and Jongin) flew around the room, slamming into walls and crashing almost everything. Luhan was pinned to the wall by a fierce blow of wind, his face being pulled back by the sheer strength of it, the source coming from his own room, and Chanyeol guessing that the owner was probably Sehun.

Jongdae was also missing from the hallway, indicating that he was also probably in Luhan’s room, creating the lightning and thunder which struck from the ceiling but luckily hadn’t hit anything flammable yet.

In general a storm had been created within in the dorm combing Luhan’s telekinesis, Sehun’s wind and Jongdae’s lightning.

Exactly what they needed.

Yifan was stuck to the ceiling, probably being there without the help of the storm, and Junmyeon tried desperately to help him, but with the ladder smashed in the wall there was nothing his smaller legs could do.

Walking past Zitao who screamed like a girl in the corner, Chanyeol pushed past the wind and the flying object and got as close as he could to Luhan without getting pushed by the wall beside him by the wind blustering out of the door.

“Luhan hyung!” Chanyeol called.

Luhan only just managed to turn his head.

“You’re making things fly everywhere! Try to stop!”

Luhan hesitated, his eyes shut tight, before yelling, “I…I can’t!”

“Yes you can! Try, please, you’re gonna wreck the place!”

Giving in a deep breath, while Chanyeol retreated to a wall, Luhan clenched his fists even tighter and suddenly everything that was flying around stopped and fell to the floor.

Chanyeol grinned, happy that one problem was sorted, but realised another was about to recur soon as Baekhyun edged his way to the door on the wall opposite Chanyeol, trying to think he could sneak into the room obviously, but not realising how strong the blow of wind was projecting out the door.

“Baekhyun stop!” He yelled, but it was too late as Baekhyun leaned forward, and as soon as he was caught in the wind current he flew back, but luckily Chanyeol opened up his arms and managed to catch him by the side of the current.

“Are you okay!?” He asked, shouting over the noise as he looked down at the smaller male, worried he could have broken something.

But the other did nothing but rest in his arms and reply with a hazy nod.

Looking up, eyes squinting, Chanyeol tried to think of something, anything, to stop the wind and lightning.

And as an endless list of thoughts, plans, ran through his head, suddenly there was a large clap of thunder and the wind stopped.

Luhan immediately collapsed on the floor, eyes tired but opened wide anyway, and as he ran a hand through his hair which was slicked back in a heap of mess, he sighed and leaned down to lay his head on the ground.

Looking down at Baekhyun in his arms, Chanyeol heaved him up so he could carry him, and before going back to his room, walked to the door with caution, to see Sehun and Jongdae on the floor, fast asleep.

“I’ll take care of them,” Chanyeol almost leaped out of his skin as Junmyeon appeared out of nowhere and gave a warm smile.

“Have you even took a look at your hair?” Chanyeol, instead of smiling and walking away, couldn’t help but stare.

Immediately Junmyeon’s warm smile disappeared and he turned to stare at Chanyeol with wide eyes.

“What about my hair!?”

“Thanks honey~” Baekhyun laughed as he was settled into his bed, Chanyeol sighing, hoping he would take it more seriously, “You could have hurt yourself badly, if I wasn’t there,” he smacked his hand, “Your head would have split open no problem.”

Baekhyun just grinned in reply, “But you were there.”

Chanyeol laughed and explained, “Well maybe I shouldn’t have helped you, maybe I should’ve gone and cried in the corner like Tao,” and started to tickle his friend, who thrashed around before letting out a groan, “No, stop! It hurts,” he complained, pushing Chanyeol’s hands away.

“Yeah, like hell it does,” Chanyeol laughed and Baekhyun laughed too.

But, nevertheless Chanyeol pulled his hands away, but in no result as Baekhyun grasped on of his hands and chuckled like a child, “Will you sleep with me?”

“Now why would I do tha-“

“Please, my back hurts and I’m cold,” he explained, opening up his arms.

Chanyeol sighed, looking away then back to the boy with open arms, “What if I set fire to you?”

“You won’t, I’m positive,”

“Positive?”

“Positive, and anyway, my being with you might actually help you not set anything on fire,”

“You mean your influence?”

“Exactly,” Baekhyun gave a large rectangular grin, and Chanyeol, feeling like he was being pulled further and further, finally realised it was time to give up, and already ready for bed, he slipped into the bed that barely squeezed them both in and to make sure he didn’t fall off the end, wrapped his arms around the smaller male, who instead of protesting, cuddled further into Chanyeol and Chanyeol wouldn’t have been surprised if Baekhyun started purring next.

He didn’t know if it was the situation, but Baekhyun had never asked something like that before.

Nevertheless, Chanyeol went along with it and obeyed his wishes, purely because of the horrid situation that day.

But Baekhyun was right, he was setting some sort of…influence, for Chanyeol, as he felt more relaxed as he slept next to him.