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Lee Minho, the famous hunter of dragons, known far and wide, was sitting on the edge of a cliff, watching and listening. Waiting, for the unmistakeable sound of flapping wings. He knew that the dragon was there somewhere - the frequent sightings were an obvious indicator of it's presence. He just had to wait until it flew over, going to it's den...he was convinced it wouldn't take much longer.
Dragons are one of many kinds of supernaturals. They are dangerous creatures, full of anger and hatred. When Minho was little, one burned his village to the ground, killing his mother and younger brother. Since then he's been training, with the help of his father, to be the one to make sure something like that would never happen to anyone else.
He took in a deep breath, stretching his back. He's been up on the cliff for, what, three hours now? Probably a bit longer, even.
And then there it was. The sound he's been waiting for. He quickly got into position, holding his crossbow, closely monitoring the sky for the moment the beast would be low enough for him to shoot it. It came from behind a cloud soon enough. It was smaller then most, Minho could easily be tall enough as it's leg, with dark blue scales. It was kind of surprising, if he was being honest, but a dragon's size or their scale colour never really mattered to him. Scales were scales, and money was money.
He closed one eye, aiming for the dragon's shoulder. He shot the arrow laced with magic, smiling as he heard the beast wailing. He shot it again, just to make sure it would be forced to land. He saw the beast looking for a place to land and, as Minho had predicted, it chose a clearing not far from the cliff he was on. That made him grin. Stupid beast.
He quickly took off, running towards the clearing. Even with the help of his enchanted arrows, there was no telling if there was enough magic in them for the dragon to not be able to pull it out. He ran, hiding behind the bushes and slowing down as he came closer and caught a glimpse of the creature's wing.
He had shot down enough dragons to know what to expect. Sometimes, they just laid there, exhausted, other times they were angrily lashing out at the place he'd hit. But never before have they started shrinking.
He gawked as the dragon turned into a man. A man not much younger than Minho himself. The man had dark blue hair, much like the dragon's scales, chubby, squirrel-like cheeks and round eyes. He was wearing a cream coloured blouse along with brown slacks. Well, the blouse at least used to be cream coloured - now it was turning crimson red with blood. Minho instantly realized just what was standing before him.
A shapeshifter. A dragon shapeshifter.
The blue-haired man reached for his shoulder, wincing as he poked at the wound. Minho was conflicted. At one hand, right now there was an injured human in front of him but on the other...he could turn into a dragon. Which was technically the same, maybe even worse than normal dragons. Because they could think and they were aware of their surroundings, even more than the normal beasts. The man in front of him was more dangerous than any dragon Minho's encountered.
He picked up his crossbow, held it up and stepped forward, away from his hiding place. The shapeshifter's head snapped up in his direction instantly, dark eyes narrowed. He glanced at the crossbow and then back up at Minho.
"I take it you're the one that shot me." He said, trying to stand up. Minho wouldn't let that happen, though.
"If you move I will shoot again." He grumbles, aiming the crossbow at the man's exposed forehead.
He froze, sitting back down. "Alright, no need to be so...aggresive. Why did you shoot me?"
"Because you're a dragon. If it's not obvious even with this crossbow and that enchanted arrow in your shoulder, I'm a dragon slayer." Minho spat, ready to shoot should the man move a finger.
The man glanced at the arrow. "So that's why it didn't fall out when I shifted..." He whispered, eyes now back on Minho. "What do you want, hunter? I am not a dragon, I'm a shifter, I've never harmed anyone!"
"I cannot believe that." Minho scoffed. "You're more dangerous than normal dragons because you can think like a human. So, sorry not sorry, this won't end well for you." He was ready to shoot, crossbow raised....
...but he couldn't move a muscle.
"Jisung!" A voice suddenly called out and two men ran into the clearing. One was smaller but buffer than the other, but they both possesed magic - probably witches, then - judging by the light emanating from the taller one's hand. "Are you okay!?" The shorter one rushed to the blue-haired man - Jisung.
"I'm mostly fine." Jisung replied, standing up, clutching his shoulder. "How did you...?"
"We heard you roar." The one holding Minho said. "You never do that, so we went to see what's going on." His eyes turned to Minho, angry. "And who are you to just shoot our friend like..." He trailed off, eyes widening. "Oh fuck. Changbin we've gotta go. Jisung, we gotta get you to Felix."
"Chan...?" Jisung tilted his head, confused.
"This is Lee Minho." Chan turned to them, still keeping Minho paralysed. "The dragon hunter."
"Oh, the one that...yeah that makes sense. He knew exactly where he had to hit me so that I'd land." Jisung winced as he accidentally moved his arm. "But if you've got him in your hold, what's the rush...?"
The witch holding Minho, Chan, turned to him and freed his mouth. "Will you be the one to tell them, or should it be me?"
Minho coughed and glared at the trio in front of him. "Magic and poison." He muttered, rolling his eyes. "On the arrow heads, I mean."
Jisung made an 'oh' sound. "Yeah we should get to Felix."
"What will we do about him, though?" Changbin pointed at Minho. "We can't just leave him here, he's seen our faces and kind of knows where we live, so..."
"You're right. We'll just...bring him with us, I guess." Chan sighed, rubbing his temples. "We still- we still have that cage that we broke Seungmin out of, right?" Changbin looked to the sky, deep in thought, before nodding.
"Yep. I'm pretty sure it's somewhere - maybe Jeongin has it? I know he was studying it to see what kind of magic was in the bars that they were capable of keeping a siren from breaking out."
Minho couldn't believe what he was hearing. A cage? They were going to put him in a cage like some animal? He couldn't open his mouth, so he just glared, his eyes narrowed and brows furrowed.
"That's settled then. Can we-" Jisung blinked, legs wobbly. "Oh I'm getting dizzy- uh- let's go to Felix?"
The two witches nodded and Minho's legs started moving on their own. He still couldn't talk, the movement was Chan's doing. He hated that someone else was controlling him, it made him feel like an absolute failure.
He was led away, into the forest. He was forced to give his crossbow to the one named Changbin. He seriously disliked that, but he had no control over his body, so...
The four of them soon stumbled into a village. If you could even call it that - 16 houses, a few in various states of falling apart. The ones that weren't, however, were very well kept - ten were brand as new.
Minho could only grumble as they knocked on one of them - he could only stare, wide-eyed, at the person that opened it. Because he never thought he'd see him again.
"What is- oh my god, Jisung! What happened?! What happened to you-" Felix froze when he noticed the paralysed person behind them. He then deadpanned: "Minho what the fuck."
"Lix- huh?" Changbin looked between the two.
Felix groaned, rolling his eyes. "Alright, I'll treat Jisung first, then explain. Come in."
The four entered the house. Felix ushered Jisung to the couch, looking at the wound closely. He sighed and turned to Chan. "Free Minho's mouth for me, please?"
Chan didn't like the idea, but did it nonetheless. Felix continued treating the injury as he spoke: "Alright, spill. What poison did you use?"
Minho sighed, cracking his jaw before responding. "Nightshade and azalea. Plus some magic."
"I knew it. You always used to combine shit. Okay, Jisung, this will hurt. I need to pull the arrow out of your shoulder-"
"Ehm, Felix, you can't." Minho coughed. "I... might've...used the spell that won't let anyone else but me to pull it out."
Felix closed his eyes, breathing in and out a few times to calm himself. "Minho I'm going to fucking strangle you. Chan, release him."
"What? But he was the one that shot Jisung, Felix. I can't let him go." Chan said, confusion evident on his face. "He could harm any of us if I do."
"He won't. I know he won't. And we need to get this arrow out, so, please?"
Chan grumbled something under his breath, but listened. Minho could move on his own again, shaking his arms to get feeling back into them. He stepped closer to Felix and Jisung.
"I'm warning you, Minho." Felix whispered. "Try anything funny and I will tell uncle what you've been up to."
"Oh please, Bbokie, he helped with my training, you know that. Have you forgotten what happened?" Minho snaps back, pulling the arrow out quicky, ignoring the way Jisung screamed and clutched at his shoulder. "Yongbok, I think you're well aware of my job."
"I am. And I also never forgot what happened to your mother, Minho, but you've been holding this grudge against dragons for thirty years already. Don't you think enough time has passed? Your father thinks so, judging by the way he looked when I saw him last." Felix replied, scowling. "We'll talk about this later. Go sit down. I've got a patient to take care of."
Minho groaned but listened to his younger cousin and sat down in one of the armchairs. He could feel the eyes of everyone except for Felix on him. Including Jisung's dark, round eyes.
"Uh, Felix? Explanation, please?" Changbin asked, eyes flicking between the fairy and the dragon hunter. Ah, so he never mentioned Minho to them, what a nice thing to know.
"Right." Felix said, his eyes and hands focused on Jisung's injury, already in the process of disabling the effects of the poison. "That idiot over there is my cousin, his father is fae and his mum was a human. I won't go deep into family history and trauma because that's not my place. He kind of hates dragons because...yeah, so he's been hunting them for, like, thirty years already. We've been trying to get him to let go of that stupid grudge but he's pretty stubborn."
"I can hear you, Yongbok." Minho sighed, leaning back in the armchair. "Don't act like you also didn't shoot down a few all those years ago."
Felix's jaw clenched. He was, clearly, mad. "That was uncalled for, Minho." He hissed through gritted teeth, using magic to close up the wound. "You're as good as new, Sung. Just don't transform in the next few days and it should be completely fine. You can go. And you," Felix turned to Minho, "you'll stay here. We need to catch up. But, by power granted to me by the moon, you will not leave this house without my permission."
Something clicked in Minho's mind. Felix just put a spell on him. "Oh fuck off." He grumbled.
"Lixie, are you sure this is... safe?" Chan asked, clearly worried. Minho had no idea why he'd be so weird about it, but the way his cousin looked at him with so much fondness made things quite obvious.
"It'll be fine, Channie. He won't hurt me, and with him being only half-fae, I'm the more powerful one, even if he's a bit older. I'll be alright."
The witch nodded and gestured for the other two to leave. Jisung gave them one last glance, his blue hair shimmering, before he closed the door behind him.
"So," Felix started, a chuckle leaving his throat, "if we leave shooting my friends down, what else have you been up to, Minmin?"
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"So, you're telling me that Lee Minho, the dragon slayer every dragon shifter fears, who shot down Jisung, is in our tiny village you can't even call a village, he's in Felix's house and they're cousins?" Hyunjin repeated what Changbin told them.
"Yup." Jisung confirmed, lounging on the siren's couch. "It was pretty weird to see them interact, to be honest. And Lee Minho is so weird...he pulled out the arrow without a second thought, completely disregarding my pain."
"Uh, Jisung, I don't think he'd really care about worsening the injury that he himself caused in the first place." Jeongin said as he brought in a fresh basket of strawberries. "And the fact that he's weird...for someone who has, apparently, been holding a grudge against dragons for three decades, I think that's pretty much normal."
"...I like wei-"
"Jisung, no." Changbin slapped a hand on his mouth. "That asshole literally tried to kill you, Sung, and you're here just..."
"Hey, you have to admit he's hot!" He whined, hiding his face in his hands. "God, those eyes!? If he looked at me with them like he did when he was about to shoot me I'd literally shoot myself with that crossbow of his."
"Ew." Seungmin grimaced. "That's...I'm not even going to comment on that."
"You're one to talk. 'Binnie, oh-'"
He got smothered with a pillow by a red-faced Seungmin. "Shut up."
Chan was quiet, letting out a chuckle here and there. "Okay, okay, let's calm down. Seungmin, let him breathe. And Sung, you seriously can't think about liking that man. He hates dragons and, with that logic, dragon shifters and, as Changbin said, he tried to kill you."
"Hate fucking is a thing." Jisung grumbled, crossing his arms.
"What's that about hate fucking?" A new voice rang from the door. "If it's about my cousin, I'm sorry to say he isn't looking for anything."
"Lixie? Why are you- did you leave him alone?!" Chan got up, walking over to him.
"Don't worry, he can't leave the house, I took care of that." Felix giggled, looking at Jisung with narrowed eyes. "And are you seriously considering hitting on him?"
"Oh, everyone is against this, why is life so cruel?" He groaned, closing his eyes. "Just wanna try to shoot my shot."
"Oh, he'll be the one to shoot his shot. Using his crossbow. And an arrow. Straight into your heart." Felix pat his head. "I'm serious. Minho doesn't...do feelings. Or relationships, to be exact. Plus he kind of hates your kind, so...so. He won't even want to be friends with you, much less anything more."
"While we're on the topic," Jeongin starts, "why does he hate dragons?"
Felix sighed, hanging his head. "I'm not sure that's my story to tell, but, at the same time, I know he won't tell you. So, when we were younger, Minho and his family lived in a small village by the mountains. I used to visit them there a lot, it used to be beautiful. Trees and flowers everywhere you looked and there was even a small stream not far from there. But...it was attacked. By a...by a dragon." He trailed off for a bit, nervously playing with his hands. "Minho's mother and younger brother didn't make it and...died in a fire. I was there back then and I've never seen Minho look so...insane. Then he made a promise to himself to get rid of dragons so that no one would go through the same loss as he did."
The room was quiet, the only source of sound being the cracking of a fire, as everyone took the information in. "Is that why...you didn't like me at first?" Jisung asked, all playfulness gone.
"It is, yeah. Of course, I know now that you'd never hurt anyone. But Minho...Minho doesn't. And, apparently, dragons show themselves less and less, because they know he's out there. In the last two years, no village or town was burned. None. He...he believes it's at least partly thanks to him. When he heard about the sightings around here...he got scared. Scared that..."
"...another village would suffer the same fate as his did." Jisung finished, looking at the ground. "I mean...his reasoning makes sense but...the villages around here know about us, they know the dragon is me and that I'd never hurt anyone. It's...it's weird."
Seungmin thought for a moment. "There's...there's a chance that somebody wants to get rid of you. They passed on the message of a dragon being here, knowing it would get to Minho and..."
Silence. Nobody wanted to acknowledge that Seungmin could be right, but...nothing else made any sense. For some reason, somebody wanted Jisung dead, but didn't want to do it themselves.
"Well... I have nothing to say about that. And we have no ways to check if that's true or not, so...let's just carry on with our lives for now." Chan finally said, lifting the solemn mood. "We could have dinner around a fire? We haven't eaten together in quite some time, have we?"
Various sounds of agreement were made around the room. It was decided. Felix whispered something to Chan, who didn't look at all pleased by it. They continued whispering until Chan sighed and added in a whisper: "Fine. He can come too. But he'll be under control the entire time, okay?"
Jisung wasn't stupid and knew exactly what that was about: Minho. He had to thank his dragon hearing for that. He had to admit, he felt somewhat excited by the fact that the hunter would be there - maybe, just maybe, they could get along.
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Everyone was annoying.
When Felix told Minho they'll go out, he didn't think that everyone would be there. Including that dragon shifter. He really got onto his nerves. The rest was...fine. He was surprised to learn that there were two witches, two sirens, two fae and a dragon shifter living in the same space, but that was normal compared to the reaction when he found out one siren was dating a faerie and the other a witch. The fact that Felix and Chan were together was obvious to him - he saw that when he was brought in. Which made Jisung single - not that he cared. That was a useless piece of information.
He surely wasn't going to remember that.
He was just eating peacefully, watching the interactions going on in front of him. They all clearly fit together well and Minho...Minho felt out of place. Not that he cared about that! Of course he didn't, he had no reason to.
That's why he was surprised when somebody sat down next to him. Even more so when he caught the glimpse of blue hair.
"I don't regret what I did, but Felix would kill me if I didn't apologize, so sorry for shooting you." He said, taking a bite of the bread he's been given.
"Isn't the point of apologizing actually meaning it?" Jisung tilted his head, grinning. "But whatever, apology accepted. You surely had your reasons. It must be weird to be in the company of so many supernatural creatures, huh?"
"I guess." Minho grumbled. "Especially you, though. You're infuriating."
"Thanks, I try."
He wasn't going to get rid of him, was he?
"That was a sign for you to leave, Han." He hissed, glaring at him from the corner of his eye.
Jisung blinked, frowning. "I was just trying to be friendly."
"I don't do friendships, especially with dragons." Minho spat. "Don't even try to get on my good side, because I'll never, ever be friendly with the likes of you. So, go back to your friends and leave me alone."
Jisung got up, silent, not wasting any time. Minho was glad he was left alone and continued in his meal. He wasn't planning on staying for much longer, anyway.
Until the fire stopped burning, sending everyone into their houses, his eyes always found that head of blue hair.
•~=🏹=~•
Minho was getting bored, being inside the whole time.
It's been a week since he shot Jisung and he was dying to get outside. He wasn't allowed outside - probably because they thought he'd hurt Jisung. Which was, if he was being honest, a valid reason. But even if he knows that Jisung is a shifter and could turn into a dragon at any moment - he made a promise to himself. He'd never harm a human. Yes, he was close to it the very first day, but...that was mainly because of sleep deprivation. He maybe looked just fine, but he's been restless for months and sleep was never easy. After finally resting in peace, he wanted to do something. Which was why he was now convincing Chan to let him outside.
"I just want to go hunting, I swear."
"I can't know if that's true, though, do I? You're fae, you twist your truths and promises." Chan countered, crossing his arms over his chest.
Minho groaned. "You know that we can't lie. I swear, I only want to go hunting. I will not harm Jisung or any of your friends. I promise."
Fae can't break promises, you know that. Minho's words seemed to say. Chan looked him up and down, sighing. "Do not leave the forest, do not go to the clearing where we met. That's all. You can take your crossbow as long as you aim it into the ground around the houses. If I see you aiming at anything else, I won't hesitate to-"
"I get it, Bang. I'll be careful." He grabbed his crossbow, already opening the door. He paused, not wanting to seem rude. He disliked the idea of befriending anyone, but this was his cousin's boyfriend...it wouldn't kill him to show a bit of gratitude. "Thanks for allowing me out." He said. And he meant it.
He then left in a haste, eager to get into the forest. He took a deep breath of the clear air, smiling to himself. He missed it all: the smell of the forest floor, the sounds of all the animals...it calms him down.
When there's nobody trailing after him, that is. Somebody was following him and they were being careful to avoid being noticed - however, Minho's spent years out hunting, he's learned to trust his gut. He just knew it. And only one person would be bold enough to do that.
But he had to admit, it could be fun to allow him to see what Minho can do. To scare him, of course. To show him what he's capable of doing to him, that he was someone who would kill without a second thought. No other reason. Definitely no other reason.
Minho walked down the path, listening attentively to his surroundings. He soon hid behind a bush, watching. And soon enough, at the path he...they just left, a small, young deer appeared. Minho put his crossbow up, closing an eye, aiming it at it's heart...and then, behind him, there was the sound of sticks cracking. The deer's head snapped up and it immediately took off.
Minho sighed, putting the crossbow down. "If you oh so desperately wanted to follow me, you could've stayed quiet, Han."
"How did you know it was me?" He asked, suddenly plopping down next to Minho. "I made sure that no one could hear me..."
"Take a fucking guess. I've been a hunter for three decades, Han, I can tell if someone's following me." He responds, turning to face him. "And I'm not planning on chatting away, I'm out here to hunt. So either leave or stay quiet."
To his surprise, Jisung smiled and nodded, looking forward. Minho blinked in rapid succesion, then shook his head and did the same. He was there to hunt, he reminded himself, not to watch a ridiculously annoying dragon shifter that sat next to him.
They stayed there, in silence, for the next hour. During that time, Minho shot three rabbits, one pheseant and a squirrel (Jisung almost cried at that one).
They were already walking back, Jisung helping carry the meat, when he asked: "You had a chance to kill me there. Why didn't you?"
"I promised Chan I wouldn't harm anyone, that I was only going hunt. And the fae can't break promises."
"So, even though you're only half-fae, that rule still applies to you?" Jisung asked, tilting his head. Minho paused and mumbled in response.
"It does. This and immortality, along with very weak magic, is what I've inherited from my father." He sighed. "When I was little I badly wanted the pointy ears."
"But your ears are a little pointy! More than mine. Not as much as Lix's or Jeongin's, but pointer than mine."
Minho glanced at him from the corner of his eye, the sight of his unnatural blue hair reminding him what exactly Han Jisung is. He can't let his 'kindness' trick him into letting his guard down. "I guess. I don't care." The rest of their walked was spent in silence and Minho felt relieved when he saw the houses appear.
They made their way over to Chan's house (Minho had no idea why he had it if he spent most of his time at Felix's place, but then found it they mostly used it to store food). They opened the door...to find Felix and Chan violently making out down the hallway.
Minho froze completely, eyes wide with shock. Jisung fake gagged. "How many times do we have to say to not make out in the hallway!?"
Felix and Chan pulled away, staring at the two in shock. "Minho, Jisung! We were- just- uh-" Felix started, cheeks a deep shade of pink.
"Felix, you're my favorite cousin, but I do not need to hear about your..." Minho trailed off, his own ears turning red. For his own sanity, he ignored Jisung chuckling behind him. "I've got these." He raised the squirrel and two rabbits and nodded towards Jisung, who raised the pheseant. "You should store them somewhere. And then you can...carry on with...whatever you were doing." He dropped everything and turned on his heel, leaving. He heard footsteps behind quickly, not the slightest bit surprised it was Jisung.
"Your ears are red." The shifter teased, holding back a grin. "You alright?"
"I'm fine." Minho said through gritted teeth, marching to Felix's house where he was staying. "I'm not in the search of company, Han, so you can leave now."
"But I don't want to. Despite you trying your best to be cold to me, to all of us, actually, we're not giving up. We will befriend you eventually, just you wait."
"I'd love to see you try."
He shut the door in his face, putting away the crossbow and making his way to the guest bedroom he was staying in. He took in a deep breath and tried to calm his racing heart. What was wrong with him? Why was he acting like this?
And why was there a voice in his mind, screaming at him that he shouldn't leave Han Jisung unprotected?
•~=🏹=~•
Jisung loved a challenge. He's never backed down from one. So, Minho's words stuck with him.
"I'd love to see you try."
Oh, he'd try alright. Anytime he saw Minho head out, crossbow in hand, he followed. He didn't try to be as sneaky as the first time, not when he knew Minho could feel his presence. He just spent time with him, taking in his looks and how his muscles moved whenever he shot at something. It was actually pretty fun to just be there as a spectator and not be the hunter for once. And it was interesting to see how someone who couldn't turn into a dragon hunted.
Minho was extremely talented. If Jisung said that out loud, though, he'd be ignored or Minho would shut him up with a murderous glare. So he kept to himself. On their way back, he'd always try to make small talk to find out more about him, and to his surprise, Minho replied to most of his questions. Not all of them, but the majority of them. It almost seemed like he was finally warning up to Jisung...but then something interrupted them and he was back to being cold and unreachable. It was frustrating, but Jisung wouldn't back down so easily...
But then another problem arose.
For the time of Minho's stay, which was now close to two and a half weeks, he didn't shift, not even once. Even Jeongin and Hyunjin noticed and commented on it. "You should shift, Jisung, you know what happens if you don't do it often." They said. Changbin tried to convince him, too, but he shot his friend down.
He didn't want to trigger Minho's memories if he saw him.
Which was how, on their way back from another succesful hunt, he grew horns and talons.
"Fuck." He whispered, feeling the control over his body slipping away. He doubled over, letting out a grunt that was more of a growl. He dropped the rabbit he was carrying and crouched down on all fours. His breathing was erratic, too fast to be normal. His arms shifted into his front legs and he felt the wings growing from his back.
The uncontrolable transformation hurt. Jisung hated it when they happened, but he guessed he brought this one onto himself, when he refused to shift. Suddenly, he felt hands on his cheeks. Gentle hands, wiping his tears and brushing his hair away. When he looked up, he saw Minho, who crouched down to be on eye level with him.
"Calm down, Han, take deep breaths, you'll make it worse if you won't have enough oxygen. Let yourself transform, I don't," he gulped, "I don't mind, I'm not going to freak out or shoot at you."
Jisung nodded, letting his instincts take over. Soon, he was towering over Minho, his blue scales nearly glowing in the sun. He stretched his wings and tail, not used to the feeling of them after so long. His head turned to look at the sky for a moment before looking down on Minho. Minho, who was looking at him with amazement.
"For someone who hunts dragons for a living, you look pretty shocked at being in the proximity of one." He joked, using his telepathic powers to tell Minho.
"How did you do that?"
"When I'm shifted I can use telepathy."
"That's so freaky, what the hell." Minho grumbled, glaring at Jisung as he heard the dragon snort. "Haha, very funny. Go take a flight or whatever, Han." He said, rolling his eyes and reaching for the rabbit Jisung dropped earlier. "I'm still going back."
Jisung tilted his head, dropping it to be eye level with the half-fae. "You're growing soft on me, aren't you? I mean, comforting me like that? It was like something a friend would do, if I'm being honest."
Minho looked into his eyes and...poked his snout. "Keep dreaming, Hannie."
Hannie.
Minho turned around and started walking away from him. Jisung shook his head, chuckling in his mind. Whether he liked or acknowledged it or not, Minho was slowly but surely starting to warm up to him.
With that thought in mind, he flapped his wings and took off for a flight. The wind flowing under his wings, the fresh air so far up, it made him feel so much better. He could never give this feeling of freedom up for anything.
He did a few spins and various flips here and there, landing after what felt like eons, but it could've been only an hour. He shifted back to his human self, the phantom feeling of his tail and wings still there. Now, imagine the surprise he felt when he saw Minho, without his crossbow or the animals he'd killed, leaning on a tree and watching him.
"Minho? What- were you waiting for me?"
Minho's lips turned into a tight, straight line. Jisung felt a smile tugging on his lips. He couldn't lie, so he was probably thinking of a way of twisting the truth somehow.
"I was just watching you. Despite my profession, I've never really...seen a dragon fly so freely. Mainly because I prefer them on the ground, near death." He shrugged, taking a step forward to their houses.
"It's amazing. To fly, I mean." Jisung caught up quickly, all of his muscles hurting. He probably overdid it earlier. "The freedom I feel up there, in the sky, with the clouds just above me... it's like nothing you could experience on the ground."
Minho hummed along. "I guess. Not that I particularly care about that."
But Jisung could see beneath that mask of his. The tips of his ears never lie, and right now, they were turning red. He kept that to himself, though. "You always say that." He says instead, stopping to wave bye to Minho as he started walking towards his own house. "See ya!"
"Yeah." Minho replied, nodding his head for just a moment. "See ya, I guess."
Jisung felt like he won the lottery. He's made so much progress today - it felt amazing. He could even compare the feeling of euphoria from that realization to flying.
It was pretty similar to him.
That evening, they had made another fire. Minho was chatting with everyone now, even if he was being awkward about it. Jisung couldn't hold back the fond smile as he glanced at him again.
"Oh, you're whipped. He has you wrapped around his finger, hmm?" Hyunjin teased him, elbowing his side lightly.
"Shut up, you were the same with Jeongin! Wait, no, that's not quite right, you still are like that with Jeongin." He retorts, elbowing Hyunjin right back.
"I surrender, sir Han."
He looked back at Minho to find him talking to Felix and Chan, a small smile on his face. Minho had a really, really beautiful smile. Jisung just wished he'd look at him with it on his face...someday.
•~=🏹=~•
From that day, they were...friends, of sorts. At least Jisung thought they were. Minho was a tiny bit more talkative than before, responding to a a third of Jisung's questions instead of just a quarter of them! That was definitely progress in the right way.
It was close to midnight and Jisung was in his house, watering his nocturnal flowers. He was humming a soft tune when he door burst open. He didn't even get the chance to scream as arms wrapped around his body and a hand covered his mouth. The person holding him squeezed his neck slightly, making him dizzy and disoriented. They dragged him outside, leaving the door open. As a last resort at getting help, he did something he didn't even know was possible while he was in his human form.
He sent out a telepathic message.
Then, he felt something heavy hit his head and lost consciousness.
•~=🏹=~•
"HELP ME!"
Minho woke up suddenly, sitting up faster than he thought possible. That was Jisung's voice, definitely Jisung's...what was going on? He got up and started walking to the door, freezing as he heard footsteps behind him. Chan and Felix appeared with the same bewildered looks on their faces. Minho didn't hesitate to grab his crossbow as he opened the door.
Everyone was outside in various stages of confusion, but Minho's mind hasn't felt clearler in months. He ran over to what he knew was Jisung's house and, when he noticed the opened door, broken vases inside and clear marks of something or someone being dragged away, his whole body tensed up.
Jisung just got kidnapped.
He stood up from where he was crouching to inspect the marks and turned in the direction of the forest. If they didn't have a horse, there was no way they got far. Ignoring the shouts of his name, he dashed into the forest, following the tracks he could see. The anger he felt was enormous and he could feel it running through his veins. His heart was beating so loud it was the only thing he could hear through the ringing in his ears.
Jisung was in danger. He didn't care he was a dragon shifter, he didn't care he originally wanted to kill him, he didn't care he tried so hard to ignore what his instincts were telling him. Now wasn't the time to have an inner crisis. He had to save Jisung.
He ran and ran, until he heard voices ahead. He slowed down, footsteps silent. Being a hunter comes in handy when you really need it.
"What's your plan, dragon!? We know you want to do something to our villages!" A voice Minho didn't know said, followed by the one he was searching for. Jisung. His Jisung.
"I have no- no idea what you're talking about! I- I don't want to hurt anyone!" His voice was shaky, filled with fear and panic. It made Minho's chest hurt. He raised his crossbow.
"Lies!" The voice yelled and Minho heard a scream. He shifted in his place, just enough to see Jisung and his heart dropped. His eye was swelling, his shirt was torn and bloody, multiple cuts on his chest. "What are you up to!? Dragons always cause destruction-"
Minho shot the man without a second thought. Straight through his head. He watched as he fell to the ground and the screaming of the other men filled the otherwise silent night. Jisung was dropped to the ground, coughing. Minho sprang forward as the men ran into the forest and cradled Jisung to his chest.
"Shh, you're okay, you're alright, Jisungie, they're gone..." he whispered, checking their surroundings.
"M-Min...Minho?" Jisung mumbled, hands nervously wrapping around him. "Oh, gods, I'm so happy to see you..."
"We need to get you to Felix. And I promise, I'll hunt those men down one by one and make them suffer. Which one of them did this...to you?" He gestured towards his chest as he stood up, carrying Jisung with him.
"The one you shot. I'm...I'm okay."
"Bullshit. You'll be okay when Felix says you're okay."
They walked back in silence, the voices of their friends cutting through the silence soon. Seungmin and Changbin were the ones they saw first. "There you- oh fuck, Jisung!" Changbin screamed, rushing to them. Minho passed Jisung to his arms with an emotionless expression.
"Get him to Felix. I have a few hunters I need to have a talk with." He practically growled, turning around and running back the way they came, grimacing at the way he heard Jisung call out to him. But he felt his control slipping and really didn't want to hurt any of his... acquaintances. Or friends. Whatever.
It was incredibly stupid of him to try and deny what his instincts were telling him about Jisung. He wouldn't run from it anymore, but he wouldn't admit it, not out loud. Minho was aware that he, or rather his faerie side, knew since he saw him flying up in the sky, so carefree and happy.
He needed to keep Jisung happy.
He tracked the men down, one by one. Shot through their heart, slit throat, a dagger stuck in their forehead...he hadn't enjoyed a hunt like that in decades.
He returned, now fully in control again, drenched in their blood, to the lights in Felix's house on. He quickened his pace, opening the door in a hurry. Jisung was there, laying on the table, unconscious, whining as Felix treated his wounds. Everybody was there and, as they heard him, turned their heads to him - only to stare in shock.
"Minho, what the fuck!?" Felix screamed as he finally noticed his cousin - and the state of his clothes. "What happened, are you okay? Chan, get the bandages under the-"
"Yongbok, I'm fine." He interrupts, voice low. "It's not mine."
Silence. Then, as if afraid to ask, Jeongin spoke up. "...come again?"
"The blood. It's not mine." Minho tried to wipe his bloodied hands on his pants, but since those were stained with blood, too, it didn't help at all. "It belongs to the bastards that took Ji- Han."
"Well, remind me to never get on your bad side." Seungmin deadpanned, looking Minho up and down. The rest nodded in agreement, but Minho had his eyes on only one person.
"How is he?"
"Fine, mostly." Felix responds, using magic to get the swell under control. "If you hadn't gotten to him as quickly as you did, things would've probably been a lot worse."
Minho nodded, taking a chair and attempting to sit down, to get stopped by a very firm voice. It was Felix, obviously. "Absolutely not. You're not getting my chair dirty with blood. Go clean yourself, then you can come back!"
Grumbling under his breath, Minho reluctantly left with one last glance at Jisung's body. As soon as he left, everybody started talking in hushed whispers. "What was that?" Hyunjin hissed.
"I don't know. It's- it's weird." Changbin said, looking in the direction Minho just left.
"I think I know what's going on." Felix snickered. "Honestly, it's kind of funny. But until Minho brings it up with me, I'm not letting y'all know what it might be, because I'm not sure yet."
And that was the end of it.
Minho came back soon, in new clothes, blood nowhere to be seen. He took a seat and just...watched. Whenever anybody tried to get him to stand up or to just move, he'd glare at them as it they had personally murdered his pet. And, remembering how he was absolutely covered in blood earlier, they chose to keep their lives and left him alone.
Felix made a 'shoo' motion with his hands, sending everyone (including Chan, to their surprise) outside, to their own homes. That left only him, Minho and Jisung inside.
"You've got something on your mind, Minmin. Spill." Felix whispered, finally done with Jisung's injuries. He had Minho carry the other to the couch to lay him down there and wasn't surprised to see his cousin lay the fluffiest blanket he had over the unconscious shifter.
"You've always been too observant for your own good, Yongbok." Minho sighed, brushing Jisung's hair away from his forehead. "You already know, don't you?"
"I've had...suspicions, yes. But your reaction and other...actions today only confirmed them. Remember what my mum always used to say?" Felix smiled, a hand on his hip and an eyebrow raised.
Minho chuckled. "'When you lose control over your senses and become a wild monster when something hurts someone you know, that's how you can tell you've found your soulmate'. Yes, Yongbok, I remember. I know." He looked back at the sleeping form of Jisung on the couch.
"I know."
•~=🏹=~•
Jisung was being watched, followed. He knew it, but wasn't afraid.
He knew it was just Minho.
It's been five days since that day. Jisung was now completely fine, feeling more than capable of doing things by himself. Minho didn't seem to think so, as he was always near. At first, being watched all the time made Jisung feel uneasy, but he's gotten used to the half-faeries presence fairly quickly. What he didn't understand, though, was why he was so protective about him. Yes, he got kind of kidnapped, the men beat him up, but he was fine!
It didn't matter he jumped at the slightest sound, it didn't matter he kept checking his surroundings even when he was home, it didn't matter he had a knife on him at all times, it didn't matter that he couldn't sleep because of nightmares.
He. Was. Fine.
He kept walking down the path to the clearing where he landed after Minho shot him. That felt like ages ago, even if it was, what, two months? But it was a place Jisung really liked. It was the best place to shift into his dragon form and he could simply bask in the sunlight, napping, letting himself just...be. (And he thought it would be the only place he could fall asleep.)
That's what he did. He changed, spreading his wings, moving them up and down for a bit, not taking off. He laid down, yawning, placing his head on his front legs, between his talons.
Imagine his surprise when he felt something prop up against his wing. He opened one eye, ready to growl at the animal, when he noticed it wasn't an animal at all, but Minho, who was staring into the forest, keeping...guard?
"Minho...?"
"Sleep, Han. We both know that you need it." He said. "I won't let anything get close to you."
Jisung's heart skipped a beat. He snorted, closing the eye he opened. Sleep hadn't come to him as easily as it had before the events of that day, but then he heard soft humming. He focused only on that, allowing it to lull him into a calm, dreamless sleep.
The next time he woke up, the sun was high in the sky, the - now - familiar weight of Minho leaning on him still there. Jisung yawned, stretching like a cat, startling him.
"Good...afternoon. Did you sleep well, Jisungie?"
Jisungie...? Jisung's heard Minho call him that only once before, when he saved him. He decided he really liked how it sounded with Minho's voice.
Thinking of a really fun thing to do, instead of responding right away, Jisung shifted back into his human form, making Minho huff and fall on his back. "Hah! Got ya." He grinned. "But...yeah, I slept well. Thanks for keeping watch, Minho."
Minho nodded, sitting back up. "You've been having trouble sleeping lately, haven't you?"
Jisung tensed up. He didn't...he didn't tell anyone that. How did Minho know? "I...uh...yes. I am. I keep having...I keep having nightmares about what happened. I get- I get so paranoid I can't even go on a normal walk anymore I-" he took in a shaky breath, wiping his cheeks furiously. He couldn't cry. "Suddenly, everything feels like...like it's out to get me. I could be at home, watering my plants and I'd get this...flashback? That they were back, breaking down the door and grabbing at me and then I'd blink and...it was gone. But the fear, the paranoia it..."
"Jisungie." Minho whispered, patting his head. "It's okay. Everything you're going through... it's valid. What happened was bad, so it's normal that you get into these panicked states. Okay? Please, stop crying."
Oh. He was crying? He didn't even notice. What he did notice was Minho's gentle tone and the way he was scratching Jisung's scalp and how nice it felt. He subconsciously leaned into the touch.
"I- I know that. Still, it makes me feel so...weak? And I feel like I'm overreacting, even if, logically, I know I'm not."
"You're not overreacting. If anything, I was the one that overreacted that day..."
"What do you mean?" Jisung asked, perplexed. Yeah, Minho killed that one guy, but that was completely understandable and Jisung knew about that.
Minho blinked a few times. "Jisung, I...I killed all the men that were there. I literally came back drenched in their blood - did nobody tell you?"
Jisung shook his head. "Nope." He said, popping the 'p'. "Thank you, though. For that and for...keeping watch today."
"It's not a problem. It's not like I had anything better to do with my time, anyway." Was Minho's response. They sat there in silence for a bit before deciding to go back. Just then, a fun thought struck Jisung and he stopped Minho by grabbing his wrist.
"Minho," he started, already grinning, "do you want to fly?"
"I- Jisung, I'd...be delighted to but...I'm afraid of heights." Minho hung his head, ears turning red in embarassment. "If I change my mind someday, I will come to you, but...definitely not today."
"Oh. Yeah that's- that's fine. No worries. Let's go, then. I still have a house I need to clean, ugh."
They didn't bring it up after that. Minho left to go back to Felix's house and Jisung was left alone with his thoughts.
The feelings he felt for the other weren't really something new to him, he was aware of how attractive he found Minho since the day they met, but it's been getting out of control lately. Whenever he caught Minho's eye, Jisung could feel his heart skipping multiple beats, which couldn't possibly be a good thing for his health, yet it always happened. He liked Minho's attention, he liked Minho, but these feelings taking root in his chest...they were a lot stronger that what he's felt for any of his crushes before. It was something more, he could tell, even if he often found his emotions incredibly confusing.
He'd just have to figure them out with time.
•~=🏹=~•
"We've been invited...to what?" Minho repeated again, making almost everyone chuckle with amusement.
"A festival, Minho. Ya know, one of these where you just do dancing and playing games all evening while musicians and bards play their music and you can drink and eat to your heart's content?" Jeongin tilted his head, grinning at the still present confusion on the older's face.
"Don't forget we get to dress up!" Hyunjin piped up, practically vibrating in his seat by the fire.
"Right, right, dress up, too, you fashion demon." Felix rolled his eyes and Hyunjin gasped so dramatically Minho thought he'd start choking.
"Judas! Don't act like you don't like it when I help with your hair and clothes!" He hit Felix's shoulder playfully.
"Are you going to come, Minho? You should have some fun, y'know, it wouldn't kill you." Seungmin said, looking him in the eyes. Minho thought about it for a second - he's never been to a...'festival' before and he had to admit that he felt curious.
"I'm not sure, maybe. Even if I did want to go, I don't have anything...nice to wear, so..." he shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant.
"You don't need to dress up, though, we do it just for fun." Jisung said, smiling. "Chan and Changbin never dress up, so I think you'd be just fine. Right guys?"
A rather loud chorus of 'yeah' and 'yup's filled the calm evening and Minho caved. He didn't really know what to expect, as nobody could explain to him what a festival entails in detail, but that was fine. He was kind of...excited at the thought of seeing Jisung all dressed up.
The night of the festival came and Minho, Seungmin, Changbin and Chan were waiting outside for the other four, who had told them, over an hour ago, that they 'need five more minutes!'
They were making small talk, bored out of their minds. Even though he would never admit it, he wanted to get to the festival already - by what everybody has told him about it so far, he wanted to find out if they were exaggerating. Because the way they were describing it was...unbelievable.
Then, in the middle of a story Seungmin started, the door opened. Felix stepped out first, then Hyunjin, Jeongin and finally Jisung.
Minho felt his heart jump into his throat.
The dragon shifter, though his outfit was quite simple, being a white tunic and black slacks, looked absolutely stunning. His blue hair, probably with the use of magic, was longer and wavy, gracefully framing his face. There were traces of glitter on his cheeks and eyelids as well, making it seem like he was glowing. And, one thing Minho didn't notice before about his clothes, was that they seemed to have this blue shine to them. Minho knew what that was from - Jisung's scales were used to make those. They were probably crushes into powder and then, somehow, woven into the clothes to give them that glint in the light.
Minho stared for what seemed to be eternity, but wasn't more than three seconds, before turning away to hide the blush on his face. Nobody can know about his feelings just yet, not when he didn't even start courting Jisung. From the corner of his eye, he caught the knowing look Felix sent his way and had to strongly resist the urge to slap himself, so that he'd have some way of excusing the redness of his cheeks.
"Sorry for the delay, let's go!" Jeongin yelled and on they went. They used a rather unused path, but it didn't bother them. Somehow along the way, Minho ended up walking next to Jisung.
"Have I told you how ridiculous I find you in that outfit?" Minho whispered, just loud enough for Jisung to hear, but quiet enough for the rest to not notice.
Jisung playfully glared at him, shaking his head and replying in the same hushed tone. "In fact, you haven't yet, Minho. Go on, tell me."
Minho only gave him the softest smile he could muster without giving away his feelings. "I cannot."
The fae cannot lie.
•~=🏹=~•
The festival was the same as every year, but Jisung still enjoyed it to the fullest. For the first time since that day, he allowed himself to have fun without the need to keep watch, should anyone jump at him from the shadows. He drank and played games, danced to the music - by himself, with his friends, once even with Minho.
Minho was on his mind the entire duration of the festival, too. Namely their short conversation while they were walking.
"I cannot."
Jisung had no idea why those two words stuck with him. It was just playful banter, wasn't it? There was no need for him to analyse it in any way. He chose to let it be.
And then gifts started showing up at his doorstep. He didn't pay them much attention at first, used to getting various trinkets from magpies and crows he's befriended over the years. But there was no mistaking the few flowers tied together - that wasn't a crow's doing. Somebody was courting him, most probably.
And Jisung didn't need to be a genius to know who it was. Living with his friends, who all had partners already, made it pretty obvious.
Jisung could now send out telephatic messages whenever he could, so he made good use of that whenever he found the gift.
"Thank you. I accept."
He accepted the gifts - which meant he accepted the courting itself. He always took them inside and, when there were flowers involved, he took care of them. Each of the small things he's been given were put on display. It just felt...right, to do so. Jisung couldn't be happier. Nothing else except for that changed, but, without fail, something would be in front of his door every single morning. Somedays, it would be a thing he'd mention in passing the day before, such as fruits or other trinkets, like a necklace or a bracelet. But he was aware of one thing - nobody else except for the two of them knew.
It was only a matter of time until someone's noticed, though.
"Jisung, where did you get all of these?" Jeongin asked, checking out the small display of the gifts Jisung's gotten so far. The way he started violently blushing didn't escape Jeongin's - and Hyunjin's - attention.
"Wait, are these...? Oh my god, they are! Who, who!?" Hyunjin screeched like one of the village girls.
"I- you- I didn't tell you for a reason!" He defended himself, hiding his face.
"Jisuuung!" Jeongin whined, giving him his best puppy eyes. Screw his fox-like cuteness. "Tell us! Who is it? Someone from the village? Come onnn!"
Oh, they were idiots.
The screeches got the attention of one more person, though, and Felix practically broke the door down as he went inside. "Is somebody dying or something? I could hear you all the way to my house!"
"Jisung's being courted!" The two said at the same time, leaving Felix a gaping mess. He looked at Jisung, who could only nod in confirmation.
"Oh my god. Is it...?"
"Yup. It is."
"And he didn't tell me!? Oh, it's on." Felix grinned mischiveously, making Jisung gulp nervously.
"Now, now, Felix, he didn't want anyone to know and- well- these two still didn't figure it out and...? We'd rather not have it out there so...obviously?"
It didn't stop the faerie. "Nope, judging by the amount of gifts you have over there, it's been going on for, what, three or four weeks? That's plenty of time, Sungs." He turned around, taking off. Jisung scurried after him, leaving Hyunjin and Jeongin in the house, both of them more confused than anything else.
Jisung was, thankfully, faster than Felix. He got to Minho's 'spot' in the forest earlier than him. "Minho, Felix found out, he's going to drag you out of here and make you say everything out loud."
He heard rustling before Minho ran out from behind a bush, grabbing Jisung's hand and dragging him along. They were both laughing when they, somehow, ended up at the clearing.
"Oh, he must be so-" Minho giggled, a truly beautiful sound. "-so crazed right now."
"He is. I tried telling him you didn't want it to be out like that but...welp, he didn't listen, obviously." Jisung joined in.
"Obviously." Minho repeated, looking into Jisung's eyes with so much fondness that the other thought he'd faint just from that. "Jisung, I- I know the courting period was... short...but-"
"Yes." Jisung smiled widely. "Yes, Minho. It's always been a yes and it will always be a yes." He couldn't help but chuckle. "Ya know, that day at the festival...I didn't get it at first. The way you brought up how you though I looked ridiculous and then that 'I cannot'...but I get it. Fae can't lie. You couldn't tell me how ridiculous you found me, because..."
"I would've been lying, yes." Minho nodded, placing a hand on Jisung's cheek. He leaned into the touch. "You didn't look ridiculous. You, my dear dragon, looked absolutely stunning. Gorgeous. So pretty it was maddening-"
"Stop, I get it!" Jisung interrupted, furiously blushing. He wrapped his arms around Minho's neck, pulling their bodies closer. "I get it. You didn't look so bad yourself, even if you weren't dressed up." He grinned, tilting his head to the side. "For a person who claimed to hate me so much, you surely-"
The sentence was cut off by Minho, as he pressed their lips together, knocking the breath out of Jisung. He knew he gave him permission, but it was still shocking to him. That shock lasted just a second, though, before he kissed back. The way their lips fit together so perfectly was surprising, but Jisung found he wasn't about to complain - kissing Minho felt like everything he'd ever want, everything he'd ever need. Of course, they had to pull away for air, eventually, which made Jisung whine.
"You'll get plenty more kisses later, Jisungie. Trust me, with how amazing this felt, there's no way I'd give it up for anything."
They stared into each other's eyes, knowing they both felt the same. Jisung knew what Minho was afraid to say - being friend's with Felix, he found out a lot about the fae. Including how they acted when their soulmates got hurt. He knew. He knew Minho knew he knew.
"I like you so much. So, so much, Minho. I think that you're...you're just someone so beautiful, inside and out. I don't want to let you go, ever. You're staying here with me until something kills us, you hear me?" Jisung grabbed his neck, making sure to really send the message across. Minho laughed, taking his hand and kissing Jisung's wrist.
"Trust me, darling. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. With the way I like you, I wouldn't even physically be able to do that. I'm here to stay. With you."
Just as they were about to lean in again...
"Found you, you scheming little fuckers!" Felix shouted, startling them both and they jumped away from each other, facing the faerie. "We have a lot to talk about!"
•~=🏹=~•
Felix made them tell everyone. They were ecstatic, of course, extra supportive of them. Chan and Changbin playfully threathened Minho (who knew they were serious) that if he broke Jisung's heart, he'd pay for it. Minho really didn't feel like he wanted to anger two pretty powerful witches, so he promised them he wouldn't. And the fae can't break promises, so they knew he was serious about it. They all knew.
Following that, they all had to ignore the moans coming from Jisung's house...the whole night. They were at it the whole. Entire. Night.
That was more than three months ago and, in the present, Minho was waiting for Jisung in a clearing. Their clearing. It was hard to believe he was about to kill his soulmate in the very place he stood just a few months ago. The nostalgia of it all wasn't the reason he was there, though. He promised Jisung something a while ago and he finally felt ready for it.
A flash of blue up in the sky caught his attention and he watched as Jisung landed before him in all his dragon glory.
"Hi, darling."
"Hello, dearest." He responded, taking a step closer and petting Jisung's snout. He thought he heard him purr for a second.
"Are you sure you're ready? We don't have to do it today, ya know. We have all the time in the world." Jisung frowned, which looked the slightest bit terrifying in his dragon form. Minho chuckled, kissing the little horn on top of his nose.
"I'm ready. A bit nervous, I admit, but...I want to do it today. The sooner I get over it, the better. Promise not to drop me?"
"I would never!" Jisung huffed, putting his front leg and wing down. "Come on. It'll be fine. If you do fall, I'll catch you. Always."
Minho smiled and climbed onto Jisung's back, trying to find the most comfortable position. It took some time, but in the end, he felt confident enough to give Jisung the signal.
And they took off. The wind slapping Minho's face was uncomfortable, but as they got higher and higher and Jisung started gliding, it got better - weaker. Minho opened his eyes and took in the view. From so high up. It was...incredible. Now he could understand the way Jisung described the way it felt to fly.
"Oh. Wow."
He heard the dragon's chest rumble, with a chuckle, most probably. They didn't do anything too crazy, no spins and dives, they just flew for a bit before settling at the highest cliff to watch the sunset. Jisung shifted into his human form, of course, and they sat in comfortable silence, holding hands. Jisung leaned his head on Minho's shoulder, a soft smile on his face.
And if they kissed up there, again and again until they were sick of it, that was for only the two of them to know.