Soilse

Aon

Seoul, Nine Years after The Fall.

Long, graceful fingers ghosted over rusted metal, tracing ancient, nonsensical symbols onto the corroded material that was once a towering skyscraper. Looking over his shoulder at the fallen, grimy city around him, Ho Seok scanned his surroundings, eyes lingering on the distorted, thin bodies that were scattered up and down the street. A child cried in hunger in the distance, and a young woman, not five feet away was sobbing hard enough that her screams of sadness were void of any sound. She was clutching the lifeless remains of what appeared to be her young child. The hunger had taken over, and the sick and feeble were beginning to die. He looked up at the decomposing, half-destroyed buildings that littered what was once Seoul.

Is this truly what has become of us? We live like trash while that monster bathes in gold.

Nine years ago, the EMP (Electromagnetic Pulse) that was sent from The United States of America was blown off course of North Korea for reasons unknown. Something went wrong with the detonation, and instead of just crippling North Korea, it ended up sending disastrous shockwaves throughout the whole world, spiraling our technological advances back to that of the dark ages. Fear spread, and due to terror war broke out, tearing most of civilization apart, and after five years, while the world lay vulnerable and angry, he rose to power. Min Yun Ki. At just twenty years old, he took control of over half of the world within six months. He seems to love only himself and allows the world to rot and fester as he pushes the people of this earth into poverty and disease and death. He sent his pig soldiers all around the globe to steal peoples money and food for himself. Most of the ordinary people were thrown out of their homes. The leftover food supply from after the raids began to dwindle, people starved, and he just sat there idly on his throne of glass, watching with a testing smirk on his regal face as the world burned.

As Ho Seok gazed at the people around him, something sparked inside of him, more literally then he thought. An idea. A hope. A rebellion. It was crazy, but the anger inside of him sweltered and rose and grew and finally burst in the form of a brilliant, incredible supernova, setting his rationale free. His whole body felt as if it were spinning and contorting, with all the strength and rage of a true storm. He seethed in the best sort of way, in a determined fury, and his vision grew crystalline, and he stood a little straighter than before. He took a step.

We do not deserve this.

And then he took another.

I will set us free.

And another step, and another until he was racing through the city, dodging the bodies of the people of a once mighty country, his people. He ran through the labyrinthine streets, searching for that one shelter, the one that he called home. He arrived, flying through the door of the trash hut and grabbed his backpack, stuffing his few essentials and belongings inside. He ran back out the door, not even turning back to fondly gaze at the rundown old shack he had called his home for so long. Gravel crunched beneath his feet, and more then just dust stirred with every footfall. He passed a mother with two children, a boy and a girl, begging for food. He skidded to a halt a few feet in front of them, then backed up. He bent in front of the mother.

"Follow these directions carefully. If you take the first right down this road, my house is the third one on the left," he said, and she gazed at him with wide eyes, "bring your children there. There is food in the cupboards. Stay there for as long as you want."

"Thank you, thank you so much," she cried, "What is your name?"

"Jeong Ho Seok. But I think you'll be hearing about me soon anyways."

And at that, he grinned and continued running, the mesmerized and puzzled looks of the mother and her children following him. Ho Seok looked towards the horizon. He didn't know where he was going, but at that moment he didn't really care. Because he had half a plan, and that's all he needed for now. He rounded the corner that led out of the city, and saw some of Yun Ki's soldiers milling about. Ho Seok smiled with determination, and jumped up on top of a nearby stack of crates.

"Hey, asshats!"

The guards looked up toward Ho Seok, the setting sun behind him turning him into nothing more than a dark silhouette against the blazing sky.

"Tell your boss to be ready! Because a rebellion is stirring, and I'm gonna be leading it!"

The soldiers burst out laughing at him, not taking him seriously. It was a rather absurd claim after all, with no backing whatsoever. And it's not like Ho Seok was intimidating. He was built slim, not much of a muscular figure, more femininely elegant than anything. He turned away preparing to jump down but then paused, and looked back to the hysterical guards. They stopped laughing.

"And the names Jeong Ho Seok."

As he jumped down from his temporary podium, it seemed as if the whole world had shifted on its orbital path around the sun. The winds changed, breezing past the guards, through the alleyways of the city at an ungodly speed, causing flight to seem reachable, and ones bones to feel bird-like and hollow. The guards stared at him in pure, distinct fear, for when they looked at him and glimpsed his eyes, for a second it could've been sworn that they were pools of liquid gold. Wild, raw determination burst from him in waves of power. And it terrified them. Hoseok smirked, rather cutely, thinking that his "icy stare" had unnerved them. Satisfied, he turned and jumped down from the crates, and began to run again, leaving the painful city behind him. He was free.

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The Glass castle in Daegu, 9 Years after the fall.

Min Yun ki was bored. Extremely bored. Ennui filled him to his fingertips. He let out a sigh through his nose and shifted on his glass throne. Sunlight filtered through the walls of the crystalline castle, painting the room with glorious rainbows of colour, and yet it still felt dark and cold. Lonely. He turned to his captain of the guard, Kim Nam Jun, hoping he could give him some sort of distraction from his derogatory thoughts.

"Nam Jun, what are this month's crime reports?"

"There hasn't been to much activity besides the regular muggings and such," he replied, sifting through a beige folder with the hand scrawled reports in it, "Well, actually, a couple of guards stationed out on the borders of Seoul reported a strange man who yelled at them about a stirring rebellion."

Yun Ki looked at his friend, an eyebrow raised in sarcastic disbelief.

"And they actually believed him?"

"Well that's just it sir, they reported it because they were terrified. When they stumbled back into the station they were in shock, babbling about his eyes. It says here that there was something about the way the boy held himself, and they swore up and down that his eyes blazed golden."

Yun Ki's brow furrowed in thought.

"Did they get a name?"

"He said his name was Jeong Ho Seok sir."

Yun Ki smirked. A rebellion? Well, things are definitely starting to get interesting. Nam Jun pursed his lips. He knew that look. That was the look that he got whenever he was interested in something. There had been other attempts at rebellion, but the golden eyes were new. Curious. Hoo boy, Nam Jun thought to himself, this isn't going to end well. But Yun Ki just sat there, draped across his throne of glass, eyes burning in a way not too different from Ho Seok's. Jeong Ho Seok. Such a lovely name. Yun Ki will enjoy crushing his little rebellion, making that Ho Seok his personal toy, and snapping his so-called fiery will into pieces. Yes, he thought, this Ho Seok boy will be fun to destroy. Yun Ki licked his lips and beside him Nam Jun tiredly looked off into space. He could feel another piece of himself break off and shrivel up. I shouldn't have told him, I should not have told him. Nam Jun cringed at his mistake. But this Ho Seok did sound interesting, and he was excited to see how Yun Ki would handle this new threat. Yun Ki could smell it in the air, it was far off, but it was there all the same. A storm was coming. And he would be ready when it did. 

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Hellllllllo everybody!! My name is Tessa! Sorry if this chapter is short, I'm going to try and make them like 1500-2500 in the future.
This is a sope ff w vkook and namjin. This is also my first fic so if there are any mistakes I'd greatly appreciate if you corrected me! Thank you for reading!

Also dw yoongles isn't endgame villain

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