Destined {𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔾}

Chapter Fourteen

Jisung faded in and out of consciousness, the vast majority of his time being spent in an endless, dark void that bloomed around him. Sometimes, the void disappeared, but he did not remember most of what happened when he awoke for those short bursts of time.

He remembered screaming, though if it were his own or someone else's, he could not say. He remembered pain, and warm flashes spreading through his body and soothing it. He remembered a thick liquid dripping down his throat that tasted vaguely of copper and acid.

And he remembered voices. Distinct, unfamiliar voices. They spoke quietly, but he was never conscious enough to overhear anything. Only the voices.

When his eyes finally fluttered open, they widened, and his hand lurched towards his side. His chest heaved and fell, heaved and fell... but he was met with the smooth, rugged fabric of bandages. His body was stiff, and his throat burned, and after his initial shock and panic faded away, he finally felt them.

He swallowed thickly, hoping to ease the dryness in his throat. It almost felt like swallowing needles. A door creaked open, and a young teenage boy appeared; a human? Jisung stared at him, wide-eyed, pushing himself into an upright position.

The boy stared right back at him, and, with a gasp, bolted back out of the room. "He's awake!" he yelled. Jisung's fists clenched the sheets, but despite the lessened pain in his side, he knew he still couldn't make a move to run and escape through the window on his left.

Moments later, another man entered, and now Jisung pressed himself as far away from him as possible. Why was there a vampire here? The vampire smiled, fangs flashing, and if not for that, it might have been charming.

The vampire continued to smile as he stepped further into the room, towards Jisung. The boy backed away as far as he could go, eyes darting between him and the window. The vampire stopped at the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?"

Jisung's eyebrows furrowed, but he remained tongue-tied. "Ah, I see. Jeongin, fetch him some water, would you?" The boy nodded and hurried away. What was a vampire doing with a human boy? As if hearing his question, the vampire pulled out a chair and sat down on his bedside. "He's not a human, if you were wondering. Just a young wizard."

"W-What are you..." Jisung winced as the sound grated against his throat, coming out as more of a croak.

"My name's Hyunsik." Just then, Jeongin returned with a tall glass of water, handing it to the werewolf with a shy grin. Braces flashed. As soon as he got his hands on the water, he downed it greedily; he felt like he hadn't drunk anything in weeks. Had it been weeks? Slowly he parted from the glass of water, turning his stare towards the two Supernaturals standing a few feet away.

"How long has it... been?" he said, his voice still raspy, though a bit less so now.

With a pleasant smile, Hyunsik answered. "Three weeks." Jisung's eyes bulged out and he gasped.

"Th...three weeks?" Hyunsik nodded, tilting his head. Oh my god, Jisung thought; Alpha Dongwook and Felix and Hyunjin are going to kill me. He had to call them, at least, to let them know he was alright; but would Hyunsik let him? Probably not. He was probably a prisoner here, now. Was this some sort of plan? Was he about to die?

"Well, yes. That wound was no easy thing to fix, you know. Took lots of effort; if we'd gotten you here even an hour later, you would be gone by now." He shrugged. Jisung's eyebrows furrowed.

"How... how did you...?" he mumbled, frowning as he stared down at the bandages surrounding a wound that did not hurt nearly as much as it once had. Even Grand Wizard Moonsoo hadn't been able to fix it; he doubted this young, teenage wizard had done much.

"I gave you some of my blood." Jisung gasped, eyes blowing wide as he stared at the vampire in horror. Hyunsik laughed. "Don't worry, I didn't bite you. You're still one-hundred-percent wolf."

Jisung stared at him in bewilderment, now. "Why...?"

Now it was Hyunsik's turn to give him an odd look. "Because werewolf blood can't heal silver wounds, I'm sure you know that by now." Jisung deflated, nodding begrudgingly. He had so many questions, questions he knew he'd never get answers to, because whether or not Hyunsik had helped him, he was still a vampire, and vampires were not to be trusted.

"You're safe here. You don't have to worry." Hyunsik's eyes turned tender, his features softening. Jisung did not answer; regardless of how he'd helped him, vampires never did anything that did not benefit them in some way. His eyes narrowed; so how did he benefit him?

Footsteps crunched the gravel outside the house, and both he and Hyunsik sat up a little straighter, though the vampire visibly tensed. "Jeongin," he whispered, eyes never straying from the door leading into the room. "Take him through the back door. Make sure he gets to safety."

Jeongin nodded, though his eyes were worried. Jisung's eyes flitted between the two. "Why... why are you helping me?" he asked, at last, and Hyunsik turned to smile at him again.

"Because I owe you a debt; a very big one." Jisung's eyebrows furrowed.

"That's not possible, I've never met you before–" He'd never even heard the name Hyunsik before.

Hyunsik smiled again. "You have. You just don't remember it yet." He stood, and walked out the door.

"Hurry," Jeongin urged him as he slung one of Jisung's arms around his shoulders. A muttered incantation later, Jisung felt fuzzy and strange. Jeongin observed him from the corner of his eye. "It's an invisibility spell," he whispered.

His eyes widened; it wasn't often that there was a wizard powerful enough to cast an invisibility spell on anyone but himself; even Seungmin hadn't reached that level of mastery yet. Who was this kid?

"Come on, we have to hurry."

A/N: Yeet yeet let's meet new characters ;)

Q: If you were given five million dollars to open a small museum, what kind of museum would you create?

A: I'd create a literature museum, tbh. I feel like people don't appreciate all forms of literature enough. I mean, sure, it's nice to read Shakespeare and all, but what about other forms of literature, too? In this museum, I'd probably have sections about writing advice, too. Damn. I'd live in a place like that.

Lots of love,

~Junnie