RESTART

It's the Wind

Moonbyul sneakily peered through the glass panel on the door; darting her eyes around to watch for Solar or Seung-Ho. About half an hour had passed since she ran away from them. She had been on a constant lookout to avoid another confrontation. Although that also worked against what she had set out to do in the first place, which was investigating the relationship between Solar and Seung-Ho.

She hadn't noticed but the room she was hiding in was filled with children. All curious as to what she was looking so intently at. Four boys lined up by the window next to her, moving their heads left and right as though they could find treasure if they looked hard enough. The tiniest of the bunch could barely see past the frame, even though he was standing on the tip of his toes. His snots dripped onto the wall.

A little girl came up behind them, hands on her hip, shaking her head as she sighed. She tapped on two of the boys' shoulders and questioned, "What are you doing?"

They turned around and giggled amongst themselves, "something important," they pumped up their chests as they boasted.

She raised an eyebrow. "What?" she asked sarcastically.

They whispered as if they were having an emergency meeting before answering, making what they had called a 'fighting pose' as they do.

"Looking For!" the first boy said, raising both hands to the left, and one foot up.

"Evil!" the rightmost boy continued, raising both hands to the right, also one foot up. Although, he was having a difficult time keeping his balance.

"To!" The third boy took a squat position with one arm stretched out in front, palm facing forward, while the other rested beside his hip in a fist.

"Evaditate!" The youngest said in a slur, getting on one knee and stretching out his arms as if he was flying.

"Eradicate!" The other three stood up straight and said in unison. "You always say it wrong."

"It's hard!" He protested, wiping the snots with the back of his hand. "My nose is runny." He pouted, smearing the snots on his shirt.

"Why?" The girl asked another question.

"She's doing it," they all pointed to Moonbyul, still oblivious of her surroundings. "She's a superhero! It looks exactly like the one on TV!" They pointed to the badge hanging by her waist. "She must be watching bad guys."

"No, she's not!"

"Yes, she is!" The boys were adamant.

"How do you know?"

They stammered for a second before they replied, "We-we just do!"

"No, you don't."

"Yes, we do!"

"No, you don't."

"Yes, we do!" The boys huffed.

"Prove it."

"Fine!"

They slowly approached Moonbyul, excited and scared. They nudged each other, passing the task of asking questions back and forth. Stopping halfway, they huddled together and played rock paper scissors to see who would become the chosen one. The oldest lost and the other three cheered. They scattered and hid, while the oldest prepared. He took a few deep breaths and swallowed his spit before he tucked Moonbyul's shirt to get her attention.

"Miss superhero, what are you doing?"

Moonbyul turned around and finally noticed her surroundings. The boy holding onto her shirt barely stood past her waist. His eyes sparkled as if he'd met his hero. He had the biggest grin but his hands were trembling. The rest of the children were staring at her from a distance; some hiding behind the bed's curtain and a few under the beds. All giggling happily.