WONTAEK DRABBLES.

(57) Takes a little Pixie Dust to Believe.

Being one of the brightest students in his year, Wonshik never was one to believe silly myths like vampires or werewolves. He thought they were rather childish and was just a common theme for children's storybooks and a costume favorite for Halloween.

However, his mother was a mythical fanatic, knowing countless mythological theories that Wonshik never heard about. However, one of the myths she believed with a passion were Fairies.

She adored the tiny creatures with their decorative, gauzy wings and believed that they truly exist. She had told countless stories of her encounters to Wonshik's younger self. Because of his mother's strong influence, Wonshik was skeptical about the existence of such magical beings. He wanted to believe his mother but the logical side of his brain argued against it, constantly telling him that it wasn't possible.

After all, the closest thing Wonshik has seen of a fairy are in fairytale storybooks his mother read to him every bedtime when he was young.

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Wonshik sighed as he carefully placed the stack of books in their respective shelves, pushing his glasses further up his nose bridge with his pointer finger. He was at the library for his evening shift, near to leave in about an hour or so.

He flopped onto one of the many beanbags and sighed, running his hands through his messy hair. He was absolutely exhausted. He had a morning shift in an office and only had a half an hour break before heading to the library. The books were rather heavy and made his shoulders ache for the weight. But it was all going in for his college fee so it was definitely worth it.

He watched the people gathered in little groups at the tables and around the beanbags, noses buried in books or their schoolwork. A few were talking in hushed whispers among their friends but since they were barely making a noise, Wonshik let the No Talking rule slide for once.

The main librarian had run off for her lunch break, dumping the responsibility on Wonshik's poor shoulders. Wonshik was definitely not pleased but he kept his mouth shut for the sake of a his paycheck.

He rummaged through the cart for a book of his own to pass the time and his eyes lit up as it settled on a thick dark blue book, its characters smiling brightly on the hard cover.

Peter Pan.

Wonshik hesitated for a moment but as moments passed he picked the book from the cart and hugged it close to his chest, closing his eyes as the vivid image of his mother reading him to sleep came to his mind. He missed his mother dearly and the book helped him feel just a little bit closer to her.

Wonshik headed to his desk and settled comfortably there, flipping open the cover and beginning to read, his eyes trailing across the words on the page.

Deep in the heart of London was the house where the Darling family lived.
Wendy Darling shared a nursery with her two younger brothers, John and Michael.
At bedtime, Wendy told her brothers stories about a faraway place - Never Land.

Wonshik adjusted his glasses, pushing them further up his nose bridge as he continued to read, a small smile graced at his lips.

The hero of these stories was Peter Pan, a boy who never grew up! Peter's special friend was a tiny fairy named Tinkerbell.....

Tinkerbell.. The tiny character with blonde hair always in a ponytail, bright leaf green dress and beautiful gauzy wings. Wonshik always liked the fairy, her feisty personality and her caring nature intriguing to him. He always used to wonder if such a wonderful place existed. A place where you will never grow up and escape all the responsibilities an adult needed to bear.