#minjunfey

a starter for @minjunfey

          The nightmares always were the same, always of that one haunting night in which Areum would never forget no matter how much time went by. It was a memory that would always haunt her no matter how hard she tried to forget. She’s there watching as her family is taken from her, running with her younger sibling into the dark woods and placing the young child down in a ‘safe’ place until she can return. The darkness surrounds her at that moment and she’s then staring at the three vague figures there, two adults and one child. She tries reaching for them, tries to call out to them, however no sound comes from her and her body seems to always defy her and won’t move.

             The figures then disappear and she’s back in the village, calling out for her mother then the pain hits once again. The sword piercing through her just like it had that dark night, even in her dreams (well in this case her nightmare) she can still feel the pain and this is where her nightmare always seems to end, it’s as far as she gets before finally she wakes up each and every time.

@minjunfey

“hey can i ask you something?” if hawon isn’t bothering taehyun, there’s a good chance he’s bothering someone. today’s victim just happens to be minjun, even if minjun would probably never say that hawon is a bother. hawon knows he’s lying; he tries his very best to be a bother. it’d almost be more insulting to know that all of his efforts go entirely wasted on someone with way more patience than hawon has ever deserved.

but today there actually is a point to his bothering. he knows minjun is the go-to among the young witches for all things ghost, a topic that hawon knows embarrassingly little about. it’s never really interested him before now, ever since a fleeting thought crossed his mind.

“you see ghosts, right? like, full-body apparitions? have you ever seen their hands?” he wants to know what the palms of the dead look like. does it remain the same as life, could he pinpoint the end of their lifeline and know exactly how they passed? hawon doesn’t see ghosts, nor has he ever tried to summon them. he doesn’t know. but maybe minjun would find the concept as interesting as he does.

“‘cause, like, i’m just wondering what it would look like. to me, i mean, since i do the palm thing. are they see-through like in movies and stuff or can they be more solid? oh my god, what if their palms are totally blank??”

  the sun, a never ending source of too much like and too much heat, hangs heavy over taeyoon’s head as he crosses the campus. the heat seeming to be bleeding through and hanging onto every single strand of fabric of his clothing. it’s not even that hot out today yet he feels like he’s slowly cooking alive. one could put them blame on his own decision to wear nothing but black clothing even in summer. maybe even point out his choice of jeans and heavy boots that would not allow his legs or feet to breath at all. 

  the only reprive he has is his tee shirt--also black--and the ice coffee resting in his hands as he walks. easily avoiding making eye contact with anyone thanks to dark shades resting on the bridge of his nose. 

  he supposes he might look a little out of place. he has nothing school like on him, no book bag on his shoulders in which to hold all his wonderfully expensive textbooks and notebooks. there’s not folders in his hand, or even a laptop bag strapped across his chest like some of the students. no, he supposes he might look as if he doesn’t belong. for why is this coffee drinking void of a boy walking across campus. 

   none of the opinions anyone could have of him matter though. every single person here is beneath his attention or his concern. somedays, sure, he might worry what people think. but he knows what he looks like and he knows why he’s here. he’s got a mission to complete. 

  thanks to some carefully thrown around threats and money, taeyoon had easily figured out the schedule of a @minjunfey who he was here to see. when you’re father is as important as taeyoons there aren’t many lines he isn’t allowed to cross--and something as simple as a school class schedule? easy. though he doesn’t like to brag... 

   ( yes he does )