Minsung - "Scales"

Smut, NC17, Adult Content, Fantasy

Third p.o.v.

Han Jisung was just another guy. A boring boy like many others, or at least he thought so. He went to school, in his spare time he played the guitar and lately he had started to practice rap. He had mediocre grades, dressed simply and perhaps not even very stylishly; he had an anonymous face and generally went very unnoticed.

For everyone, this was Han Jisung.

But not for Lee Min Ho.

Minho was 267 years old and had never met someone like Jisung. He didn't know what attracted him more about that boy, that perfect face or his brilliant and chaotic brain. Perhaps the thing that had struck Minho the most was that Han Jisung hadn't never been afraid of him, not even when they first met.

That day Minho had rushed into his room, breaking his window, with his other appearance, and Han hadn't run away like anyone else would have done. This was definitely unusual for Minho.

That strange guy had looked at him in amazement, raising a hand and approaching slowly, as one does with wild beasts. Or rather, as those who have the courage to come closer to wild beasts. He had placed his hand on Minho's enormous muzzle and had remained to contemplate his coat made of blue scales.

Two months before

Minho was a hybrid dragon. In human form 300 days a year and in dragon form the rest. When he transformed, and that could happened every six months, he had fangs as big as a human's hand and his body was covered in shining scales, making him look more like a snakes than a dragon.

«Hey...» the boy had come closer and was looking at him with amazed eyes, «It's okay...» he whispered, trying to calm the dragon.

Minho wanted to tell him to stay away, that he didn't control his fangs very well, that he might have hurt him, but he couldn't. Dragon couldn't speak.

"Is he stupid?" he thought, trying to keep his jaws closed.

Jisung moved even closer, placing both hands on the dragon's snout, «Are you hurt?» he asked, looking at the beast's body for any wounds. He didn't find any; instead he was enchanted observing the details of that supernatural creature.

The coat shone brightly, it almost looked like a mirror. The long tail moved, showing agitation, while the four big paws supported his huge body, leaving scratches on the parquet.

«You're spectacular...» the guy said, amazed. The dragon seemed startled at those words and moved a little too much, accidentally overturning a chair with his tail and broking a leg of Han's desk.

«Shh...» Han caressed his face again, searching his eyes and noticing his narrow yellow pupils, «It's okay, you are safe here.» he kept murmuring, slowly managing to make the animal sit on the floor.

The boy sat down in front of the creature, keeping to observe his brilliant coat and his piercing eyes. He was fascinated by the dragon, while Minho was hypnotized by that boy and let him caress his huge body.

«What are you? Mh?» Han asked in a soft voice, not at all worried by the broken window or the huge beast in front of him, «And where are you from?»

He knew he wouldn't get a response, or maybe he would. After all, he didn't think dragons existed, so maybe they even talked, right?

The dragon watched him, his deep breathing moving Jisung's hair. The boy chuckled standing up and running his hand all the way down the dragon's back to its tail.

«So cool!» the blonde haired-boy squeaked, «I feel like I met Howl himself!»

The human kept muttering and Minho didn't understand what he was saying but those little hands on his hard bark didn't mind him. So he finally lay down, groaning tiredly and fell asleep on the floor of that room. It was probably more safe than outside for him.

«Oh, I talk too much and you are tired...» Han whispered, putting a finger to his lips to silence himself, «So, good night, I guess» he added and went back to his bed.

He stared at the dragon breathing loudly on his floor for half an hour, but he soon realized that the room was freezing and he couldn't get warm even under the heavy duvet. So, shivering from the December wind that could enter through the broken window, he approached the dragon, that gave off a lot of heat, and asked him to be able to sleep next to him.

«Do you mind, dragon?» he asked, kindly. Minho didn't even open his eyes, immersed in a deep sleep. So Han slipped in front of the animal and curled up against his belly.

And, my God, how warm it was there.

The next morning Han woke up because of the dragon that had risen on his paws and was about to take flight, without even turning to look at him. Then Jisung got up from the ground and looked at him with shining eyes, «Are you leaving?» he murmured.

The beast probably didn't hear him and took off, smashing Han's closet with the lash of his tail.

"He left" Han thought, sitting back down on the floor ruined by the dragon's claws,"He left too."

And he cried. He cried for the fear of never seeing him again, for the fear that it was just a dream.

He cried because everyone in his life soon or later left, even wild beasts. 

But against all expectations, that evening the blue dragon came back to him, returning through the same window with a less devastating landing than the first time. 

«You're back!» Han screamed and jumped for joy. He went to get him whatever in the refrigerator he thought a dragon might like and returned to his room, arranging the pillows on the floor to make him a kind of a bed.

Minho was truly amazed. Was that human really happy that he was back?

«I don't know what you usually eat, but please, take what you want!» the boy exclaimed, speaking too fast, then running to the bathroom to fill the largest basin he had with water for the dragon to drink.

Minho accepted the food, the water, the caresses and the accommodation that Jisung had made for him. There was a nice warmth in that room, next to that boy.

And that night too he stayed there, falling asleep while that little human muttered to himself, wondering where the dragon came from and where he spent his day.

The next morning Minho started having difficult to fly. He was losing his scales, in that painful process which was the transformation from dragon to human that he underwent every time. But Jisung didn't know what was going on and he got worried.

«What's wrong with you? Are you sick?» he asked, caressing the beast.

The dragon made heartbreaking noises, it was clear he was in pain, but as much as Han searched all over his body he couldn't find any wounds.

So he finally curled up next to the dragon and cried with him all night, until the creature left again in the morning, even if injured.

Han remained kneeling in front of the window watching his silhouette disappear into the horizon, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Did I do something wrong?"

.          .          .

The dragon came back two days after and Han was so happy to see him again. He hugged him, crying, «You're back! I missed you so much, I was so worried!» and Minho kept wondering how a human could care so much of a beast and in that short period of time.

But he was so tired, his body hurt, he really needed to rest and Han immediately noticed his conditions.

«Omg, you are not okay... Can I do something for you?» Han asked, looking for an answer in the animal's eyes, which no longer seemed so yellow, «Please, give me a sign» he was asking, shaking for the concern.

Minho didn't know how to calm that boy so he just sit on the floor, stuck out his long tongue and lick him, wetting Jisung's whole face and hair.

«Oh, okay!» Han laughed, taking off his sweatshirt soaked in dragon saliva, «I don't think I'm that tasty!» he added, laughing.

Minho, despite being in dragon form, was still half a human, and he couldn't help but scan Han's toned body. That boy was not only strange in a good way, but he was also beautiful.

Minho also began to wonder who that odd creature was. Didn't he have parents? Why did he live alone? He seemed so young...

Jisung put on a sweater and sat next to Minho's muzzle, stroking it until the dragon fell asleep despite the pain. Several blue scales remained in Han's hands, who observed them carefully. They were iridescent, from shades of blue to violet.

He decided to keep one and make a necklace that, from that moment on, he would have always worn around his neck.

«Should I give you a name?» he wondered, watching the dragon's closed eyes and quiet breathing, «But maybe you already have one...»

Han thought about it a bit before choosing his new pet's name and falling asleep near him.

«I will call you Mi» he announced the following morning.

The dragon watched him, his pupils now round, much more similar to those of a mammal than those of a reptile.

«I don't know where you are from but "Mi" means enigma in Chinese and beauty in Korean and Japanese. So I think it really fits you: you are my beautiful mystery.» he explained excited, «So nice to meet you, I'm Han Jisung!» he smiled, stroking his muzzle.

And if Minho could, he would have blushed. 

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In the following days Minho always went back to sleep with Han who somehow managed to alleviate his pain, distracting him. But flying was starting to become impossible for the dragon. Until one morning, while trying to fly, he accidentally scratched Jisung with a claw.

The boy pretended not to feel pain, but on his forearm there was a bleeding wound of at least ten centimeters.

Minho emitted devastating noises, moving away from the boy as much as possible in that small room. He really didn't want to hurt him. He really didn't want to hurt anyone.

«Calm down, Mi, calm down! It's okay, it's just a scratch!» Han told him, trying to appease him. But Minho kept screaming loud for a lot of time and the boy understood that was his way of crying.

Jisung closed the window, which he had repaired a few days ago, so as not to frighten the neighborhood, and continued to try to calm the dragon.

«It's okay, I'm okay, Mi» Han whispered, caressing his new friend, «I'm okay, please, don't leave me» he added, feeling his eyes fill with tears. He was really afraid he would never see Mi again.

For Minho, it was too late. He couldn't left him even if he had wanted it, even if he had thought it was the right thing to do. He just had completely fallen in love with that boy.

And how could he not love him? He was the sweetest and most sincere human being, or rather, creature he had ever met in his long life. Han Jisung was so unique that he looked like a celestial creature, much more than Minho himself. 

The transformation continued and Han spent the afternoons telling Minho about his days. He had gone to school, he was in his last year of high school, he had seen beautiful butterflies in the garden, he had eaten one of his favorite snacks and then on his way home he had stopped at a comic book store.

Minho listened to him in pain, happy when he heard him come home. Mornings alone were devastating. There was nothing distracting him from the pain of shrinking skin and shrinking viscera.

Han looked so full of life but, again, Minho wanted to ask him so many questions. Han never talked about anyone. Not a partner, not a teacher, not parents...

He looked so lonely.

Until the worst moment came. It had been 40 days since he had transformed into a dragon and that day he had finally lost most of his scales, remaining in a form he detested. His skin was white, pale and slimy, covered in a viscous liquid. His fangs had shrunk, his face was gradually taking on human features and even Han had begun to understand that the dragon wasn't sick, but was transforming.

But into what?

«I have to buy you more to eat, Mi, who knows what you will like at the end of the transformation...» Han whispered to him, caressing his head.

Minho was vomiting, a blackish liquid, and his remaining claws had scratched most of the furniture, but Han didn't care.

«I don't understand what you are becoming, but it seems to be a smaller creature, you are only a little bigger than me now» Han said, managing to hold Mi in his arms.

His hands got dirty with a sticky liquid and he realized that Mi's body was really dirty. It was like he was melting.

«Okay, I think it's shower time!» 

Minho didn't seem to take that news very well and started to oppose Han, not to get dragged to the bathroom, but he was too weak and had to give up.

«Oh, come on, what are you? A cat? It's just water! You really stink!»

Han dragged Minho into the shower and with a rag he wiped away the trail of liquid he had left behind. Then he joined him and undressed himself, remaining completely naked to avoid getting his clothes wet too. The house was already quite devastated.

Minho was so weak he could hardly keep his eyes open but what he saw made his heartbeat quicken. Han got into the shower with him without worrying so much about their proximity. About their nakedness.

He washed him properly with a sponge. Underneath the sticky liquid was pale skin and the water seemed to speed up the transformation process, helping to remove all dragon residue. His long fangs were gone and Minho was able to support himself on his two lower legs, albeit leaning against the tiles. The wings were the only thing still left, even if they couldn't make him fly anymore. And once Jisung scraped off all the dirt, he saw a tuft of blue hair.

«A human?!»

Minho collapsed in the shower exhausted and completely naked, finally in his human form, and Han's eyes widened, panicking more than when he had a dragon in his room.

«Omg, you are a boy! And you are... Naked!» Han looked away from that body he had just finished washing and grabbed a towel, lifting Minho and wrapping it around his shaking person.

«Fuck, fuck! I'm naked too!» he was mumbling to himself, blushing.

Minho barely opened his eyes with a smirk, «I noticed» he said, and those were the first words Han heard him say.

«Omg, you speak!» he yelled, almost knocking Minho to the ground. Then he tightened his grip on those hips and dragged the exhausted boy onto his bed.

Minho slowly reopened his eyes and looked at Han, who in the meantime was rummaging in his closet to put on some clothes, despite his body still being completely wet from the shower, and smiled. Was the boy really that nervous about a naked guy?

«Jisung» he called him weakly.

Han jumped in fright and then approached the bed with some clothes for the dragon-boy too, «Tell me, Mi- I mean, I don't know your name and I'm actually sorry for giving you a name, I thought you-»

«Jisung» Minho called him back, grabbing his wrist and pulling with the little strength he had. Han fell onto the stranger's bare chest who wrapped him in a hug.

«Thank you, Jisung» he whispered.

Han felt his heart stop but he remained to enjoy that contact for a few moments, and then broke the hug and quickly put some distance between their bodies.

«You need to rest, get some sleep, I'm going at the supermarket!» he exclaimed at an impressive speed and he quickly walked away, leaving the house with his hair dripping and his shirt on backwards under the jacket.

Minho fell asleep, dreaming of that strange boy washing him gently. The transformation was over, the cramps had stopped and he finally no longer felt so cold. He finally felt warm and safe.

Moon's note

Hi babieeeees!

I've started writing this short story a lot of months ago. I don't even remember what inspired me but... Here we go! I hope u like it and leave a lot of comment because I am so curious and fantasy it's not my comfort zone so! 

Kiss