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Jin and Suga stand on the other side of the crevice like two figurine soldiers.
They've already embraced defeat. Jin moves in front of other to protect him like he always has, and Suga's eyes dart from side to side at the sheer amount of Fighters coming at them, all fire, blazing alight with victory and dancing flames.
It's strangely beautiful.
In this moment of mutual understanding, a nod to each other and the enemy, both of them knew there would be a victory and that it wasn't theirs to keep.
They stared at the sight while they still could. They breathed in the smoke and listened to the earth rumbling and felt the heat around them and soaked in what it felt like to just be alive, to be standing. Yoongi tore his gaze away.
"Hyung... it was nice getting to know you."
Jin holds back his tears. "It was nice getting to know you too."
Finally they turn toward their inevitable downfall with a last, desperate plan to be so distracting that Y/n and the others might have a chance to escape -
- which involves Jin trying to confuse them by moving his hands a lot. False attack here, false attack there, dancing around like a leprechaun doing sidekicks. And Suga brings out his ice mist again, which immediately dissipates into water and steam.
They're ridiculous and Jin knows, but he doesn't have the energy left to deal actual damage. Thankfully the confused Fighters slow in their advancement.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Jin asks. "Am I handsome?"
One of the Fighters actually nods.
"Good for you. Now! All of you way over there!" Jin yells, suddenly inspired. Some of the Earth Fighters even glance over. "YES, YOU GUYS!"
"What are you doing?" Suga hisses.
"We can't win if we're predictable," Jin says quietly. Then, placing his hands to his mouth to yell at the top of his lungs at the stunned Fighters around him:
"I bet you can't side step right, left to my beat. Watch!"
He shimmies with his hands placed on his hips.
It's completely absurd and yet the Fighters' gazes are transfixed at how utterly random the whole thing is. They haven't been trained to respond to this. Could it be an unknown spell, powerful and never heard of before? Or are they just witnessing the furthest extent of human idiocy? They stand warily, unable to decide amongst themselves what to do.
"Know that I got that heat, let me show you 'cause talk is cheap ~"
Jin winks at them and keeps singing and dancing. Suga notices how effective this is: the fire elementalists have even stopped maintaining their heat wave. He casts bits of ice mist in the air high above them and lets them twinkle in the sky, drawing in the attention of even more people.
Time seems to pause at their creativity. Whether they're fools or heroes, no one can tell. Someone even shoves other people out of their way to get a closer look.
"Get out of your stupor!" a fire elementalist emerges yelling at the motionless crowd, eyes crazed with something like awakening. "They're threats! They're just distracting you!"
All heads turn to him. No one moves.
"CHARGE!" He screams.
The mass of heads turns toward Jin and Suga and immediately the Fighters are all running at them, screaming together, viewing the pair not as entertainers anymore but as an evil threat.
Jin huffs. "What a party pooper."
"It's always the fire Fighters," Suga mumbles.
"Wait- that's so funny! Fire Fighters," Jin turns to him, laughing. "Get it? Like firefighters, the people who save burning buildings -"
SLAM!
Someone knocks Jin down to the ground.
Suga wants to stop and help, but one look at the numerous people coming at him makes him decide to go on. One wrong step and he would either get stampeded or outnumbered in battle, and two deaths is much worse than one.
He kicks the Fighter out of the way and runs onwards. There's no time to waste. He's sprinting at his fullest. He wonders what he'll do when he can't run anymore.
"AAAAHH!"
The screaming - this time out of pure pain, not anger - makes him glance back.
The ice mist that was hovering above, which Suga forgot about momentarily, had begun to drop, a merciless sheet of shards piercing everyone below. The screaming is so loud and so intense. It happens so fast, falling like acid rain but supernatural and much more unforgiving. Suga slows to a stop when he realizes that no one's chasing him anymore. He watches.
His heart is still beating rapidly from shock but he leaves no time for the Fighters. In somber caution he scans the scene of fallen bodies and wishes with all his hope, desperately, that he might find a moving figure of his hyung. Jin.
He squints. Left to right. Top to bottom. Nothing.
They were so fortunate that the fire Fighters didn't have a chance to build the heat wave back up. But none of it would really matter if...
Come on, hyung.
Suga looks a second time, and a third time, and a fourth. Left to right. Top to bottom. Please.
" - you couldn't appreciate... good joke -"
A voice! Suga's gaze snaps to the left.
Sure enough there's Jin not too far away, with a leg stuck under a Fighter that he's struggling to lift. Suga can't stop the smile on his face as he runs over to help, so ecstatic he feels like he's flying.
"You're okay!" They say simultaneously. It would have been funny in other circumstances but the battle has been so ridiculous, everything feels funny and not funny anymore.
Suga shoves the limp body away and gives a hand to Jin, who takes it and stands up. He brushes himself off. "Thank you Yoongi. I knew I could count on you when it mattered. And look what I did to that guy! Got what he deserved for knocking me over," Jin says smugly. "I liked that fire Fighting joke."
The familiar rambling relieves Suga immensely of his worry. He follows Jin's gesture to see the Fighter with hair singed so short he's nearly bald.
"Anyways, I saw a couple of the Fighters get away," Jin continues. "Said they'll alert the Commander or something. But there's nothing we can do about that now unless we chase them down, so I say we prioritize helping Y/n's group instead. What do you think?"
Suga has to wait for his brain to stop lagging. He was still in the celebrating-hyung-is-still-alive stage. "Uh, yeah," he nods simply. "Sounds good."
"You'll have to build a bridge across the crevice," says Jin.
"Got it."
"Like Elsa," he snickers.
"... then you'd be Anna, with no magic ice powers whatsoever."
Suga waits a moment to see if Jin finds a response. When he doesn't, it's Suga's turn to smile in victory. They turn to look at the other side of the crevice where Y/n and the others should be but they stop short.
"Hyung? Do you see that?"
Jin nods. "... I don't know what that is."
It's a cloud that's spreading like ink in the sky. They've never seen a cloud so dark before, it's jet black.
"Come on," Jin declares anyway. "We've got to help them somehow."
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