Minho finally forced his eyes open. He turned his head weakly, trying to find his brother. His eyes found Taemin’s face easily enough, but something was different. Something around the torso, something…..Minho couldn’t tell, blinking again as if it was the only thing he was capable of. 

Something was different with Taemin. And, as Minho came ever so slowly into awareness, he realized something was different with him. While his whole body felt as though it was weighed down with bricks, his lower half felt particularly heavy. It felt like his legs had doubled in size, somehow.

Minho glanced down.

“His left hand, Taemin, look!” 

to the waist down, Minho’s gaze locked, frozen, on his lower half. His breath caught in his throat, and his mind blanked, looping in circles as it tried and failed to grasp that where his legs had been was now a single tail, covered in blue scales glinting iridescently under the harsh lighting.