spring is here again | skz | minlix | greek mythology au

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Minho was out of breath as he reached the tower room.

He had somewhere taken the wrong turn and run five minutes in the opposite direction from where he wanted to go.

And the stairs up to Felix room didn't help.

As he just grabbed the door handle, the door swung open directly in his face.

He flinched back.

'Sorry' a fussy Jisung said. 'Can you please get some tissues?'

Then the skeleton realized who they were talking to and added hastly: 'Sir?'

Minho frowned but took a silken tissue from his pocket nevertheless.

'Thanks' Jisung said and promptly turned back around, vanishing into the room.

A little irritated, Minho stepped after them on the door step, looking into the room.

Felix sat on the ground, crouched, little tremors chasing through his body.

Minho's stomach sank to his knees at the sight.

'What's happening?'

He hurriedly crossed to room and kneeled in front of Felix to catch a glimpse of his face.

'Chill down, it's just a nosebleed. No need to shit your pants'

Felix took Minho's tissue from Jisung to wipe his nose.

His hands and face were smeared with his golden blood.

His hands were shaking.

'Just a nosebleed? Why are you trembling so terribly then?'

Felix shrugged halfheartedly.

'Maybe I'm cold'

Minho didn't believe that for one second. Something was wrong, he could sense that.

Nonetheless, he said to Jisung: 'Bring him another blanket, please'

Jisung nodded and complied.

Minho examined Felix with a worried expression.

Carefully, he lifted his hand.

'Do you want me to-?'

'No'

Despite the trembles, Felix's voice was stern, accompanied by a dangerous finality.

'I'm okay'

Minho didn't say anything, but he let his hand fall back down.

With an uneasy feeling, he let his gaze wander around the room.

There were plants growing everywhere by now, the first even grew tiny blossoms already.

Empty tea cups here and there.

A plate with a cut pomegranate stood directly next to Felix.

Pomegranate.

No.

Minho's eyes leaped back to Felix, his trembles, his bleeding nose, then that pomegranate.

Mockingly served on a golden plate.

'Felix.'

Minho's voice sounded not like himself. It was filled with pure, undisguised horror.

The other god looked up at the sound of it.

Minho didn't meet his gaze, instead kept staring at the fruit.

'Felix. Did you eat from it?'

'What?'

'The pomegranate, Felix.'

'What about it?'

'Did you eat from it?'

'No. It's untouched.'

It looked like that, too. Untouched, bloodred seeds glinting in the dim light, not one bit missing.

Minho took a shaky breath.

'You didn't eat from it?'

He felt it. He didn't want it to be true.

'N- no, I didn't'

He felt that something was different, was wrong.

'Don't lie to me, Felix'

There was a silence of two heartbeats.

'Just a single seed'

'No'

'What? What's wrong?'

'No, Felix, no, no, that can't be true'

'What? Why?'

'You ate from it'

'And what?'

Minho barely restrained from grabbing his shoulders and shaking him.

'No, Felix, you can't be serious'

'Is it bad?'

The dark lord's shoulders deflated.

How was he supposed to explain that?

'Yeah. It's really bad' he said quietly, at loss for other words.

That moment, Jisung came back with a thick blanket.

They crouched down next to Felix and draped the blanket over his trembling back.

Minho couldn't help but notice how their skeleton fingers brushed against Felix's bare skin. Without the spring god flinching back.

'Is your nosebleed better?' Jisung asked carefully.

Felix pulled the tissue back, waited a few seconds while looking at the golden stained cloth.

'I think it's stopped'

'Very good' Jisung's voice was soothing. 'Let me clean your face, sweetie'

Impossibly, strangely, Felix let them.

Minho had never seen Jisung be as caressing and loving as they were while dappling away the gold from the god's face.

Clumsy, gawky Jisung.

He realized that maybe their strength didn't lay in organizing dead souls or making tea - but instead in this right here. Being social, being ... a friend.

Minho swallowed.

He had to look away.

His gaze fell on the pomegranate.

His throbbing heart clenched painfully.

Something crossed his mind.

'Felix.' He was afraid to ask it, afraid of the answer, even more afraid than he was with the first questions minutes ago.

'Mhm'

'Who?'

'What?'

'Who brought the pomegranate to you?'

Jisung's head shot up.

'Oh no. No. Pomegranate?'

They probably hadn't noticed it before. Minho didn't answer their question, not seeing a sense in it as the answer was obvious.

Instead he focused on Felix.

'Who?'

'Um. A guy. Tall. Dark hair. Cheekbones sharp enough to cut stone. And he was wearing a ridiculous hoodie'

Jisung's eyes found Minho's. Both of them knew already where this was going, even before Felix could finish speaking.

'He said he was a friend of yours. His name was Jeongin.'

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golden blood - [Ichor] Gods were said to have golden blood

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a/n:

I know I said that last chapter already but JEONGIN AS THE VILLAIN>>

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