【A Composer's Heart || Seongjoong】

The Locker | CHAP 8

Thump thump the heart beats, lungs expanding, inhaling, exhaling, the waves raced with such enticement, no sailor would dare touch, this place was not real, none of it was real, each sense, every feeling a fragment of reality, Hongjoong's eyes felt heavy, his body weak, but he was not awake in any term. 

His back pressed against the hard desert ground, the air and sand so dry, that it hurts to breath, his eyes picked up the glare of the burning sun, pounding on him, showing no mercy in the extreme heat, he placed himself up, it was a wasteland of heat and sand, his head spinned, his heart pounding, that being the only thing he can hear in his ears, his body felt so hot as if he had been cooking alive. 

"H-hwa?" he mumbled, this was nothing to his beloved Bahamas or South Korea, where green and blue spoke in oceans and forest, blooming in delight, a beautiful mix of mother nature, it speaked with Earth's colors, this barren place held no life, no hope, no soul.

Hongjoong, gulped, his mouth and throat dry, he needed water, he was thirsty, he slowly got up, using all the strength he had, the dust on his clothes, which felt constricting on him at the moment, his body needed to breathe and expand. 

He took his first steps, weak but heavy on his burning body, sweat, found its river on the crevices on his eternal body, his back, hair and nape wet, there was nothing here.

"H-hello is anyone out t-there?" he weakly called out, his body was so tired, he wanted to sleep, but needed water to live.

There was no response, there was nothingness, except a void of despair, he felt as he was going mad, for all he could've known he could be walking in circles, all the sand started to look the same and he couldn't honestly tell where he was walking to and form. 

All of sudden, a figure in white appeared, a delusion in his fatigued mind, he reached out towards the mysterious figure, the hot waves from the desert burning off his body. 

As he stepped closer, the figures features grew to size, dark strong eyes, strong jaw, a golden tooth that sparkled in the hot, the figure became very clear to him and who it was. 

It was his father. 

In white robes, his gray hair slicked back, he looked like a man, and not a raging pirate like he used to be, he looked better, he looked healthier  he was waiting for Hongjoong. Hongjoong reached out for him, "P-papa-"

Hongjoong fought the sands and the hotness to reach, where his father was shaking his head, in disapproval, "My son, this what you had become?" That raspy voice carried, sending memories down Hongjoong's mind, memories he didn't wanna awake. 

"You became a prisoner, and now a runaway felon? i thought you swore you would never be like me."

The words stung his heart, what did happened to him? why did he turn out like out. 

"I- I didnt mean to-" he sounded like a young boy again under his fathers scornful eyes. 

The dust was now in his lungs, hongjoong felt tired and weak, he know longered knew himself or even the person he was meant to be or even dreamed of becoming when was just a young kid. 

"You didn't mean to?! but yet, here you stand in the locker, in my presence, tell me, why do you wanna live now? i mean, hong, why do you wanna live? what is the purpose now, you are trapped here, forever." 

Hongjoong gulped nervously, why did he keep living on, what was the purpose? did he have bigger dreams and intentions then he thought he did, why was he here stuck in limbo between the real world and the ghost world. 

There was only one answer Hongjoong could think of, to maybe satisfy his fathers questions and debate. 

"To find a purpose, to purpose to find who i am-" 

Hongjoong's father glare at him, analyzing his very soul and ambition, strong eyes drilled into Hongjoong, "Are you sure thats you want? is that your calling? your will?" He said in a quiet tone. 

Hongjoong's eyes traced, quickly thinking of his wording, was this what he wanted? this what he needed? 

"Y-yes i'm s-sure." 

"If this is want, then you remember, you have to fight for change." 

The sound of rambling, the quick snap of thunder, turned the desert, into a muddy getaway, the water enriched Hongjoong's once dry body, something, someone was giving him a second chance.

Perhaps he will finally be alive.