The huntsman lay on the ground, bleeding, hurt, and unmoving. Taemin gave him a wary look.
“Is… did you kill him?”
Jonghyun shook his head. “Too strong. He’s just knocked out. I don’t… have the energy.”
Taemin looked at the werewolf. His words had come out in short, breathy intervals, as if the effort to even speak was too much. Blood smeared his face and soaked his shirt. His mouth was open in a heavy pant, his elongated canines shining. His amber eyes, once alight with the adrenaline rush of a fight, had dulled, drained of energy, glazed over. Taemin couldn’t tell whether the dark circles under his eyes were bruises or exhaustion circles.
He’d had a mind to ask why Jonghyun hadn’t simply finished him off. But after taking a look at the werewolf, he knew it was more than enough that Jonghyun had taken on this powerful adversary and knocked him out. It had taken an enormous physical toll and Taemin felt a surge of gratitude.
“Come on,” Taemin said, gently helping Jonghyun up from his knees and letting the muscle-thick wolf-man lean on him. “Let’s put some distance between us and this place.”
Jonghyun nodded and limped heavily as Taemin mustered all his strength to keep Jonghyun upright.
There was a long pause before Jonghyun answered. “Yeah.
A little thing for Jjongie, who needs to perk up. An idea I had for your NaNo, sweetie, I hope it at least made you smile. I think the original picture was already an edit? Either way I found it here.