Smoke drifted into Taeyong's nostrils. He jolted awake and realized what had happened. Again.
Taeyong climbed out of the window, squinting at the sunlight, which only made the heat worse. Spreading his wings, he leaped out of the den to look at the mess. Alright, this time you're gonna pay.
The dragon, bright red with anger, scanned around the clearing to find what he was looking for. Haechan was on his cracked iPhone 7 looking at Instagram. Taeyong winced as HIS den cooled down, flat as a rock. it was partly made out of the cliff, the other half sticks and brambles meshed into the green ferns. They were gone now, reduced to nothing more than black ash and shreds.
guys, you're lucky that my den is on sand and clay, not grass. oh wait, you're lucky that I didn't bring my PS5 in there last night. you'd be dead meat otherwise, Taeyong thought, narrowing his eyes. they were an ice blue now, so pale you could almost see through them.
Taeyong hissed and pinned Haechan by the neck, knocking him away from his phone." Taeyong, wha-"
"HAECHAN, THAT'S THE FIFTH TIME YOU'VE BURNED DOWN MY DEN THIS WEEK, YOU KNOW. CAN'T YOU PLAY ANYWHERE ELSE?"
"No, Taeyong, please don't! I just-"
Taeyong ignored Haechan, releasing his grip and proceeded to throw Haechan's Xbox at the rocks, shattering it into pieces. Taeyong sighed as his scales melted back to normal, no longer the bright red that he once was.
the first eps are always short sry
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