the dragon's happily ever after ? p.js | ?

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Park Jisung was standing there, tapping his hands against his thighs as he looked around awkwardly. You could see the glint of gold chains and pendants around his neck, and even more gold adorning his ears, wrists, and fingers. Dragons were a lot like magpies, you always thought to yourself, they liked shiny things. If magpies could breathe fire, of course.

You were nearly out of breath laughing as you slowed to a stop next to Jisung. Renjun was red-faced, still huffing and puffing.

Jisung's slit pupils flicked back and forth between the two of you, bewildered, "What—?"

"I just can't believe you literally breathe fire and have wings," Renjun jabbed a finger against Jisung's chest. "And yet it's sooo crazy and funny and weird that I think that there could be aliens out there in the grand unknown infinite expanse of the universe that we're in."

Your dragon friend rubbed a hand over the spot that Renjun had poked, looking personally wounded. He turned to you for an explanation. "What happened this time?"

"Don't—" You got cut off by another round of laughs. "Don't worry about it, Ji."

The human was starting to calm down, and seemed to have finally processed that Jisung had apparently miraculously been waiting outside the library when you two walked out. After all, the dragon didn't have a backpack, laptop, or seemingly any school supplies on him. "Wait, what are you doing here, Jisung?"

"Oh, I was just waiting for Y/N."

"Well, we'll see you tomorrow, Renjun." You waved goodbye to your human friend before he could say anything else, grabbing Jisung's arm and pulling him off in the opposite direction.

Jisung spoke up a few seconds later. "Uh, Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"Boba's the other way."

"Right. Sorry." You made a face, awkwardly letting him change course and lead the way. "I was just trying to get out of there."

"Why?"

"Oh, you know, Renjun was going on another one of his alien rants," you fibbed a little, biting on the inside of your cheek.

Jisung snorted, and you watched a small puff of smoke shoot out of his nose, curling up into the air before entirely dissipating. "Thanks. How'd he get going this time?"

"Blue light glasses."

His brow furrowed, the corner of his lip pulled up, and his nose wrinkled as he seemed to be trying to figure out how the jump was made from blue light glasses to aliens. Several of his sharp fangs were visible before his mouth relaxed again. "How—"

"You know it's better not to ask with him."

He sighed. "You're right. I'm just glad we got out of there unscathed. Or at least I did. How about you? Are you in one piece still?"

Then Jisung's two big, warm hands were on you, jokingly inspecting your hands, your arms, your neck, and your face for any harm done. You giggled, letting him turn over your arms and hold your hands and run his thumbs over your cheeks until he seemed satisfied, finishing it off with a pat to the top of your head.

"Yeah, I think I'm all here." You absolutely knew that you were looking up at him with heart eyes. "Thanks for coming as quick as you did, any longer and I don't think I would've made it this time."

You were referring to the quick few minutes that had passed between you texting him that you were done with your project and when you actually laid eyes on him outside the library. It couldn't have been more than five minutes, and it wasn't like he had come from anywhere on campus: today was Saturday.

"Of course, I'll always be around to rescue you from Renjun's rants, you damsel in distress."

"Isn't it always the dragon that the princess needs to be rescued from in the fairytales?" You teased, bumping his shoulder with yours.

"Well maybe in this one, the dragon's the hero—" Jisung wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up and spinning you around. "—and rescues the princess from the crazed madman."

You couldn't help the cackling laughter that poured from your mouth, holding on against his supernaturally strong arms as he spun you once, twice, three times for good measure. Once you were back on two feet again, you had to clutch onto his upper arm to steady yourself as you regained your bearings. When you were sure you could walk in a straight line, you resumed your journey down the sidewalk together.

"And then the princess and the dragon fall in love and live happily ever after instead?" The words were out of your mouth before you could process the implications of them.

The dragon's midnight blue eyes blinked at you a couple of times, and you opened your mouth to start the fastest backpedaling of your life, but then he just slung a casual arm around your shoulders.

"Yeah, something like that." He shrugged. "Why not? I think that's a pretty great ending. Almost as good as the dragon eating the crazed madman, which is what I was thinking."

"Could do both," you suggested, eyes glued to your feet.

Jisung laughed, and you looked up at him to make sure you caught his bright smile as he did. "I like that even better. Both."