dreamer ✵ jhsxbts

two.

hoseok walked to his home. he strolled around admiring the dark and gloomy scenery.

the street hadn't heard laughter for years, there were still the street-lamps, stubbornly shining into the night. it was as if they simply loved to share that amber dull glow, regardless of if anyone admired it.

under their watch was the now dirty and overgrown cream brickwork giving feelings of romance under poisonous skies. the road itself had that unloved appearance, the traffic of decades having passed over it was now invisible, covered under the weeds and flowers sprouting from various cracks in the road.

this was a street where real life had been, the turning of skipping ropes and shrieks of children,

and now there was.... nothing.

the fellow sunshine bent down and let his hand touch the bricks, perhaps its abandonment was a temporary thing, a long temporary thing. he kept thinking that the universe would bring the joy back this old not so abandoned place.

yet, without fail, everyday was the same. zombies roaming at night and sunshines throughout the day.

he continued walking, walking along the long path to his house. he turned a corner which led to a street. the street he didn't want to be on.

he hates this street. he hates everything on this street. why? just because. he hates all of the road signs, every restaurant that used to be here, every child playing games happily with their siblings or friends. he hates the good and bad memories that were created on this street.

because of three people.

even though he shouldn't, he missed their smiles, he missed the way they could light up everything even when the sunlight shined its brightest. the way they laughed at his stupid jokes, the way they did everything. even the way they'd open his eyes to new possibilities, that now seemed vaguely impossible without them.

hoseok hates this street, because he used to love it just as much.

but they went and left him as soon as the apocalypse happened.

the small sunshine made his way home, avoiding the painful ache in his heart. hoseok knew tonight he was going to have a dream about them. it happened every time he saw the street and it forever will.

trying to not think about it, he looked up and noticed he was in front of his house. hoseok slipped the shopping bag of his aching shoulder and made his way to the door with key in hand.

the boy sighed as he shut the door behind him with a slam.

not bothering to put away the groceries, the sunshine took of his shoes made his way up to bed.

as soon as hoseok flopped on his bed, he was fast asleep .

for a while he felt content and happy but it didn't last long until his dream came around.

the bathroom was dark, black even, and on the walls were three mirrors without frames. it looked eerily similar to his old schools bathroom.

hoseok approached to adjust his hair but when his eyes rested on the glass he saw the younger version of himself, around six years old, with a soft, gentle expression.

hoseok screamed taking his eyes of the face in front of him but eventually looked again. this time it was a older version, maybe eighteen years old, this made him a little calmer.

every time he looked it was a different version of himself. his mind began to spark erratically, what if he began to see them all the time? what if they could step from the mirrors?

a soft voice spoke, it seemed very familiar, "ask them what you need and they will tell you."

he asked, but the answer is the one thing about the dream he could never recall.

he looked away and looked back again to face his eomma, one of the three who left. he was stuck in one place. fear engulfing his body.

"sweetie," his eomma said, her voice sounding as sickeningly sweet as it came.

"e-eomma, how'd you get in the mirror? please come out," hoseok pleaded as he fell into his knees.

"sweetie, we've been though many times before. you know what i want,"

"t-to find a mate," he said glumly, "eomma, you know they have to come to me,"

when no reply came, he looked up at the mirror. it had shattered, without a sound. this had never happened before and to say hoseok was scared was a understatement.

"eomma? eOMma... eoMMA. EOMMA?!" he shouted as he looked in the smashed mirror. he checked the others but to no avail.

he knew it was going to happen. one way or another she always left. he was surprised to find that neither his yeodongsaeng or appa had came to the mirror either.

just as he was about to turn away he heard a faint whisper 'hoseok'.

he looked down to see his yeodongsaeng in one of the broken pieces of glass from the mirror, her hands pressed against the smashed dusty mirror. the second one who left him that fateful night.

"dawon?" he said in shock.

"there is such sadness in leaving a place of strong love, a place where fond memories grew as fast as the clover in the grass. i know i will savour each memory so strongly that it will almost live once more. i know that the strands of love will keep us together even when we are far apart. i only have to reach out with my mind and there you are, waiting to shower me with the love you always did," she said daintly, "but right now it is my time to depart, to do what i was born to do, to make the changes and the sacrifices that are necessary. don't think that me leaving means i love you less, know that it means i love you more,"

but she disappeared as soon as she came "dawon..?? come back!" hoseok shouted but no one came.

he broke down crying on the cold marble floor.

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