nightfall || minsung

Epilogue 2

the second epilogue, where we switch perspectives and time-travel forward exactly one century...

this story is chapter 5 from felix's pov. it starts around an hour after minho is almost killed by a runaway van and jisung accompanies him to the hospital.

hope you like it~

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It happened in the middle of History. I saw my brother die.

Suddenly my eyes weren't my own, my brain took over as my body froze. I was in a forest, I couldn't tell which, and a boy was looking back at me. Minho Lee. His eyes were red, fangs bulging beneath his lips, blood dripping from his mouth. I couldn't see anything else, couldn't feel it out or tell if anyone else was there with him.

Then I was somewhere new, a new vision, a new future. Everything was black, the floor and ceiling and walls. Except for Jisung, cradling a body in his arms, mouth at the neck, draining its blood.

The body was Minho.

And then I was in Italy. It was further in the same future, specks of black still lingered. I was held down, pushed against the dirt, struggling. I saw Jisung. A Volturi guard was holding his hands behind his back, pushing him down to the ground, eye-level with me. Those eyes. I'd known them for a century, seen them annoyed and happy and teary. I'd wiped those tears away.

The guard ripped his head from his body, his arms and legs, too. Another cloak stuck a burning torch to his back. He succumbed to the flames fast — cracked, split, melted into powder. I could hear myself screaming, I could hear my brothers, too. We were all there, the seven of us, watching as Jisung was put down.

But his eyes — now ash in his sockets, sockets up in flames, head set free from his body — told me it was exactly what he wanted. He didn't want to live anymore. He had killed Minho.

My body thawed, my hands fisted. I slammed them down on something hard, gasped and pitched forward, starting to tremble.

"Felix," a voice said. I looked up. It was Mr. Wilson. He — plus the rest of the class, for that matter — were staring at me. Nebnoses. Can't a guy get a vision in peace?

"Sorry." I cleared my throat. "Gotta kick that tic. Please, continue your lecture, and make sure to leave out any mention of colonization. Skip slavery and Stonewall while you're at it."

"You're on thin ice, Lee."

"I've been on thinner." I winked.

Mr. Wilson went back to the chalkboard. Right choice. He so easily could have started yelling. I wasn't in the mood to be spat all over today. Much, much bigger things were happening.

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My fingers tapped on the steering wheel as I waited for my brothers. I wanted to speak, to say something — thinking wasn't getting me anywhere. I could still smell the smoke. I was nearly choking on it.

Changbin, Seungmin, Hyunjin and Jeongin rounded the corner. I gestured for them to come quickly. Hyunjin was the only one who took me seriously — he ran up to the car and scrambled into the backseat.

"What happened?! Are you okay?!"

"Did Mr. Wilson finally catch you spiking his coffee with ketchup?" Seungmin got in, too.

I didn't bother to lead into it. "Minho's gonna turn or Jisung's gonna suck him dry, one or the other, and if he dies, Jisung dies, too. I saw it, it's set."

They all froze. Hyunjin's big, soft eyes grew even softer and filled with tears. Changbin reached into the front seat and squeezed my arm. I could tell what he was going to say before he said it.