Just something I’d written about a while back.
“There are…” Minghao peeks at his newfound limbs that lie motionlessly before him.
Legs, humans have two of these stick-like things.
Jihoon’s spells really works.
He puts a hand to his inner thigh and gapes at the strange feeling, which resembled having something wedged between two tails.
He no longer felt scales as he ran a finger down his calves, but skin as silky smooth as those of the human he saved that night.
“…Mingyu,” Minghao mumbles under his breath, watching the waves pull away the sand underneath his feet.
He eventually tries moving his knees, though they were stiff from sitting in one posture for so long, before moving on to a slight squat, trying his very best to balance himself.
Humans walk, he tells himself, simulating what he always saw humans do on their boats. They’d pace around the side with hands behind their backs, waiting for fishes to bite the iron hook.
Minghao shakily takes a step, his knees buckle and he crumples back into the strands. It’s a good thing he got washed up on the side with softer sand, it wouldn’t be good if he fell face first into a bunch of rocks.
His first failure results in him laughing as he rolls along the shoreline, his hair picking up seaweeds and shells as he plays along, immune to the cold sea breeze.
The moon, he wriggles his feet back into the saltwater, gazing up at the glowing orb. It looks clearer from land. Through the gaps of his fingers, the silvery light seeps through in small strands. It always appeared as a blur of light when viewed underwater.
But now, he can see its shape, the abundance of dimples on its surface. The little dark splotches reminded him of the pebbles he’d find around here, also dotted with black spots among the white.
On the night he saved Mingyu, the sky was dim, clouds shading the moon from its full glory.
Even so, he could see the light in Mingyu’s eyes when he gazed into them, curious about a human’s anatomy and whatnot. Other than the moonlight, he could see his own face reflected in those dark pools.
Minghao’s heart flutters, just a little.
It looked prettier than the moon.
“Moon,” he quietly whispers, letting the breeze pick up wisps of his fading voice as dawn begins to spread.
“I…” Mingyu whispers, snapping awake in the middle of the night, “Oh my god.”
He’d just dreamt of something he should never dream of no matter what time or day—the forbidden thought: kissing Minghao.
Minghao is attractive, by human standards. He doesn’t share the same values and views as Mingyu does, but most of all, his lower half is that of a fish’s, littered with scales and tail fins that glimmer under the sunlight, glowing a iridescent teal. Accompanied by his delicate features, Mingyu finds himself in love… with a mermaid, a half-fish.
Fuck, he shouldn’t have thought of the term ‘half-fish’.
Okay, maybe it wasn’t that bad, but it’s pretty bad. It’s not going to work out, and… Mingyu flushes, how are the biological matters going to solve itself?
Overlooking that, he can’t even be sure if Minghao has the concept of ‘love’, that boy is so distant from human civilisation, he probably doesn’t understand.
Which means: this is a whole mess. And right now, he needs someone to vent to.
He peers down at his roommate, Kwon Soonyoung, who is lounged on the lower bunk, sleeping with his legs wide open and an arm hanging off the side of the mattress. Not to mention the thunderous snores that hit Mingyu like machine gun bullets.
Alright, Soonyoung is off the list.
Second choice? The Voice of Reason, Jeon Wonwoo.
It took four loops of Wonwoo’s god awful ringtone for him to pick up.
“…what do you want,” comes Wonwoo’s tired, exasperated voice, “It’s three in the morning.”
Mingyu sheepishly chuckles, “I need your help.”
“How can I possibly help you at three, in the mor—”
“Wonwoo,” Mingyu cuts him off, silencing the elder.
“This may sound really weird, but I’m in love.”
“Uh-huh, and I’m tired, good—”
“No, wait—I’m not at the problematic part yet!”
Wonwoo huffs in annoyance, “Can’t you just tell me what’s going on in one, complete sentence? I can’t stand—”
“I’m in love with something like a fish…” Mingyu exclaims, almost getting a heart attack when his voice comes out a lot louder that what he had expected.
Soonyoung stirs a little, before resuming his orchestra of gurgles and snores.
Mingyu doesn’t know what to say after that, and Wonwoo doesn’t respond. There’s just the sound of Soonyoung grumbling martian, and the ambient sounds of Mingyu’s alarm clock ticking in the room.
Suffocating silence, that is.
“…Oh,” Wonwoo suddenly pipes up, sounding a lot more awake, “This conversation never, ever existed, goodnight.”
“Wait—” Mingyu desperately tries to hold onto the fading midnight talk, but it’s obviously gone the wrong way and will never be the same again.
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