Fool's Gold

Prolouge- Go Higher

Yugyeom was, perhaps, the most powerful person on the face of the earth.

Well, potentially most powerful.

He could have easily had all the money in the world if he wanted, but Yugyeom didn't want to become rich through trickery and an unfair advantage.

Being an idol meant he earned money through hard work and physical training, not through a gift that could be called a curse as well.

His parents said he had been this way since he was born.

'Special.'

The first thing he had done was reached for his mother's wedding ring while she held him.

Nobody thought much of it until he was around three years old.

He had just started to crawl, and he somehow managed to get his hands on a pure gold pin in the shape of an eagle that belonged to his father.

Even though it was safely locked away in a safe.

How? How could a little child who had barely figured out how to control his legs achieve that?

Incidents like this continued to happen with no explanation.

Until Yugyeom turned eight.

He told his mother about the jewels he knew she had, he could feel the sweet pull of them calling to him.

He just wanted to know what she was doing.

Instead, what he got was vigorous grilling about jewels and eventually metal.

Yugyeom didn't understand. Why would she be interested in those things when more things demanded attention?

Late that night, he heard his mother talking to his dad and smelled the alcohol they used to.... celebrate?

Celebrate what?

For the first time in his life, Yugyeom experienced fear, the kind that grips you with its icy hands and slowly strangles you until you can't breath.

His parents began to abuse him, forcing him to steal precious items.

Or they would leave him in the wild for extended periods of time, from one day to weeks to search for anything he could sense.

If he rebeled, or performed poorly, they would beat him and give him no food that night.

He was forbidden from talking to anybody but the people his parents deemed safe.

He was ten when he ran away.

The two years had taken a toll on him, changing him, reforming him, shaping him.

He refused to steal anything, be it the most expensive ring or a penny on the floor.

Instead, he found himself wandering the streets of Seoul, hoping someone would take pity on him and buy him a meal.

One day in his wanderings, he chanced upon a store with TV's in the front display.

One was showing idols dancing on a reality show.

He was fascinated by the way they moved, clear sharp movements intertwining with each other and moving in perfect time to the music.

So he came back.

Every day, he would visit to watch them dance.

He began to dance freestyle, not confining himself to any particular type of dance.