Short Stories- Kai ships only!

Beomkai- The One Believer

"Hey! Wait! Kid! Stop!" 15 year old Kai ran after his deity. He wasn't sure it was him but there wasn't anyone who radiated a youthful energy more than that kid. It had to be him; the legend his grandpa always told him about.

Beomgyu assumed there wasn't any way that guy was talking to him so he kept walking. No one had prayed to him in a century.

Disney made a movie, no, a mockery, of his story. His main villian wasn't a one handed pirate. He didn't have a little fairy and he only appeared to children who were worthy enough to join him. Those kids weren't. What bothered him most about the movie was the white washing of his name. He knew it was going to be altered but Peter Pan? Really? Not even Ben? Personally, if he were to choose an entirely different english name, it would be 'Logan'. That suited him better than 'Peter' ever would.

As much as he hated the movie, it was the sole reason he was still alive. Gods die when people forget about them. They first start with losing their powers. They then are vulnerable to everything humans are. Aging, general physical weakness and loss of mental abilities.

Beomgyu was the depiction of 'eternal youth'. He did have a paradise full of kids. They were his friends. It wasn't an island. It was a whole fucking planet. Boys and girls were brought there to escape the horrors of growing old. Now he himself was. He used to be 13 since as long as he was created. He biologically aged 3 years in the 200 years his followers started to die off.

The kids got bored on the planet. They wanted to leave. Growing up didn't seem so bad after hundreds of years of youth. Slowly, they left him. It started off with only a handful. What's a handful compared to the millions who lived on the planet? Beomgyu's mistake was underestimating the movement that was spreading. A few raindrops turned into a flood. The kids left on spaceships. That 'pirate' was actually just the captain transporting them back to their home planets. He was the enemy but not the way Disney depicted.

It took 100 years for every child to leave his paradise. He couldn't recruit kids fast enough to make them stay. Those kids still prayed to him when their lives became tough due to adult responsibilities. His powers still remained. A hundred years later, his legend was dead. The kids on his planet were no longer kids. They were grandpas and grandmas. Their grandchildren didn't believe Beomgyu's legend was real. It sounded like a fairytale. A silly story that you tell to children to entice their imagination.

Disney stopped his aging. But now even that movie was beginning to lose it's power. New parents were showing their children "Cocomelon" and "Encanto". His movie wasn't established enough to be a classic like "Cinderella" either. He was being forgotten by the day.

Beomgyu was now 16. He was completely alone in Philadelphia. His powers of creation, flight and eternal youth were weak. He just wandered the streets while skipping class. High school was a waste of time. He knew everything. He had been alive for longer than the state had. Scratch that. He had been alive for longer than the country had. The kid finally caught up to him on the street. He turned around to assess him. Kai Kamal Huening. Age 15. Very pure. Very innocent. Beomgyu asked "can I help you?"

Kai was out of breath. He couldn't remember the last time he ran that much. He straightened his posture then took another look at his supposed deity. "You're who 'Peter Pan' was based on right? You're Beomgyu Choi?"

"What's it to you?"

"You're real! I knew it! I knew you weren't a fairytale!" Kai excitedly shook his shoulders. He stopped when he realized how weird that must have been. "I did a school project on you. I was forced to do a lot of research. Long story short, my grandpa was on your planet! Do you remember Elias Huening?"

Beomgyu honestly didn't. There was millions of kids on that planet and it was also a hundred years ago. He shook his head. "Sorry." He felt his powers start to strengthen from being around his believer. "What makes you so sure I'm real? No one else seems to care about me."