Destined {𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔾}

Chapter Thirteen

Minho ran. He ran faster than he'd ever run, the golden, flashing eyes and the ferocious snarl flashing through his mind, spurring him onwards. Tears dripped down his face, hiccups bubbling in his chest.

All he felt was a blind terror, telling him to get away, as fast as possible. He suddenly slowed, his chest heaving, his legs catching on themselves beneath him. He collapsed to his knees, staring at the chipped sidewalk below. Hadn't he and Jisung walked down this very same sidewalk, only minutes before?

His breath hitched in his throat; to think, that very day, he'd wanted to kiss him. He was a... monster. A werewolf. Everything he'd ever heard about the species said they were wild beasts. But Jisung... how could someone like that be a... He swallowed thickly.

Hysterical laughter escaped him, bubbling passed his lips as he burrowed his face in his hands; maybe he was just going crazy. He looked over his shoulder, hands shaking, but he shook his head. No, he knew what he saw.

What would Jisung do to those men? He brought his hand up to his mouth. Should he call the police? No, they wouldn't believe him. He took a deep breath in an effort to steady himself, but it did little else but allow him to breathe easier.

He shakily rose to his feet, and turned down a side-alley, dashing back towards his apartment.

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He burst through his door, startling Felix and Changbin, who had been sitting together on the couch, watching a movie. Before either of them could greet him he slammed the door shut and stumbled over to one of the chairs, sinking in.

His shoulders shook despite his best efforts, but at least he managed to hold back his tears. "I just saw something... impossible," he whispered, and Felix chuckled, shaking his head.

"What was it?" Minho stared up at his friend through wide, terrified eyes, his face ashen.

"You won't believe me," he mumbled and Felix shook his head again.

"Try me."

Minho took a deep breath and slowly met his eyes, sniffling. "A werewolf." Both of their eyes widened and their backs stiffened. Felix stared at him, eyes a mix of horror and shock before he shrugged, leaning back against the couch.

"You sure? You didn't inhale too much Febreeze or something–" A sharp look from Minho shut him up.

"I'm not... I'm not making it up. I swear, I..." The tears started to fall again as he thought of Jisung, and those poor men. "I was walking with Jisung and... and these... four... no, five men stood in front of us. And then all of a sudden he just... turned into this huge, massive wolf and I – I ran."

Felix's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes flashing, his fists clenching, but he quickly eased his expression, smiling reassuringly. "You should get some sleep, Minho." The boy met his eyes again, defiant and teary.

"I-I'm not lying–" Felix stood up and headed towards the door.

"I just realized I forgot to pick something up earlier, I'll be right back." Changbin's worried eyes met his own and he offered a small smile in return before slipping out the apartment door without another word.

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Felix ran. He probably ran faster than was safe to be seen by any of the humans that could be walking nearby, but he didn't care. He had to get to where Jisung was. He could be too late already. He shook his head; no, he couldn't be.

Jisung never would have Shifted if he hadn't felt it absolutely necessary. And... his legs pumped faster. If he Shifted... Please be alright. Please, please...

His nose guided him, and soon enough, just in front of a dark alleyway was a patch of blood. Wolf blood. His breath caught in his throat as he knelt down next to the puddle which slowly sank into the pavement. It was fresh, then.

He looked up, but there was no trail of blood that led away from the puddle. However, he could still smell Jisung's scent, matted and blended with his blood. He carefully walked into the alleyway, in the direction of the scent, watching every step he took; it was impossible to tell what lurked in the darkness, even with his nose.

They'd somehow gotten around dozens of werewolves before, unnoticed.

As he stepped further into the alleyway, it was almost as though he crossed a threshold; he gagged, a hand flying up to cover his nose from the worst stench he'd ever smelled.

His eyes caught a lump of bodies at the far end of the alleyway, and despite the fact that he knew they were all dead vampires, he checked every single one of them. Just in case one of them happened to be Jisung.

There was not a single trace of him, no trail of blood to follow, and the already decaying vampires covered any chance of tracking him by smell. The trail went cold.

He slammed his fist into the solid brick wall of one of the buildings, ignoring the pain slithering up his arm as he howled into the night.

A/N: Double update because why not XD it may be a short chappie buuut

Q: What's the most boring superhero you can come up with?

A: Sock-tacular Girl. She sneaks into your room at night to find all your missing socks. Don't ask what's going on through my head, I'm a bit crazay

Lots of love,

~Junnie