To Pierce the White Eye {Na Jaemin}

THREE

You and Jaemin were squatting over your tiny kitchen table, shoulders brushing as you watched him doodle on a loose paper he asked for. You had taken him back to your studio so you could put on fresh clothes, and all the while he was silent as he pieced together his thoughts.

"The Na prophecy has been passed through my family for hundreds of years. We bear the burden of seeing it through to completion," he started, capping the pen he was using and now using it as a pointer.

"The university's goal was to always assist in bridging the human and mythic world-," he pointed at the two opposite edges on the rickety bridge he had hastily drawn, "but they always lacked the proper parts to build a bridge. Architects, sure," he pointed at a small stick figure with a large coat, "and two- somewhat begrudging- sides. The bridge, though, never properly came into fruition. It wasn't simply a bridge that we were missing, and the prophecy my ancestors saw knew this," he paused to look up at you and away from his drawing.

"Spit it out," you whispered, struggling to not collapse under your nerves.

"The bridge, that connection, needs three things- a human, a mythic, and... Satan's blue flames," your eyes widened when he uttered the last words. Blue Flames- like the ones you just exploded in. "A human and a mythic, easy enough, but Satan's blue flames can only be achieved by either Satan himself or his offspring."

You dropped yourself onto your floor, knees giving out on you. Jaemin couldn't catch you in time, reaching at your elbows and falling to your side l.

"If I could have seen your future, I would have caught you," he admitted sheepishly, hoping to lighten up the weight he dropped. Your hands raced through your scalp, terrified as you tried in vain to dig up any memories from before your abandonment, but none coming to fruition. Those flames... it made no sense how they didn't burn you except...

"How did you know?"

"... I could see your future for a while-."

"No, how did you know who my birth father was? How did you know to keep watch over my future?"

Jaemin sighed, his chest deflating, "You met my mother when your father took you in. You were still young, confused, and even vampires who hid their fangs terrified you."

"I was scared of everything- I was a kid," you defended, your eyebrows knitted together.

"Right, but your father still had to host council meetings, so to help acclimate you he sometimes would ask a few parents to get there earlier and just... chat with you."

"Ten was always there with me so it was more of a playdate when his Mom would visit... but I don't remember your Mom," you confessed.

"I know, she was only there twice. We have a habit on occasion of just seeing someone's future just because we can will it- but when she saw yours... she said all she saw was blue. She went by a second time, just to be sure."

You moved away from Jaemin, frustrated then as you sat on your couch with your head in your hands.

You were busy trying to plug different parts of the prophecy into your current situation. If you were truly Satan's child (the flames made this difficult to deny), the human and flames were your parents (yuck- biological parents), but the mythic left you feeling uneasy.

"There's more," he whispered, still on the floor and staring up at you with wide eyes. When you remained silent, he took this as a sign to continue, "when those three ingredients are achieved, then the following sequence will occur," Jaemin breathed in deeply, building up his courage, "a destined ruler will die in order for the blue flames to arrive on earth. A mythic in relation to the deceased ruler will fall in love with the flames. Then, either the pair dies, or someone else dies in order to protect them."