MEET ME IN THE GARDEN

A MILLION DREAMS ¹

** trigger warnings at the end of the chapter.

(I think of what the world could be
A vision of the one I see
A million dreams is all it's gonna take)

A MILLION DREAMS.

Inseparable since birth, Yeosang, Wooyoung, and Eunyoung might as well have been triplets.

All three of them were born on the same day, in the same year, at the same hospital.

All three of them were the same height, had the same vibrant laughter, the same nimble fingers, and the same lust for adventure.

All three of them had untamable black hair and dark brown eyes, rich as the earth's soil, yet holding an undeniable spark of mischief.

With the amount of time they shared, people called them siblings in all but blood, a term they welcomely embraced.

They might have been a little in love once, in the purest way ten-year-olds can fall in love. But they were only children, and naive to the core.

Wooyoung was the brave one, the borderline reckless one, the untamable wild-child. He always had to climb the tallest tree, jump from the tallest cliff, run the fastest, and yell the loudest.

Eunyoung was the strong one, the sly one, the adorable sweet-talker. She surrounded herself with beautiful roses in every color imaginable, dazzling everyone with her bright smile and pretty blooms.

Yeosang was the quiet one, the trusting one, the passionate protector. He could stand for hours listening to nothing but the whistling of the wind and the buzzing of bees, filled to the brim with love for it all.

They were an incredible and unstoppable force, constantly bubbling with energy.

As they grew, the magic residing inside them grew too, Eunyoung's most of all.

Eunyoung grew strong, stronger than both Yeosang and Wooyoung, stronger than anyone ever knew. It was part of the reason her magic grew too quickly, too potent, eventually consuming her from the inside.

She couldn't be contained.

She was as free as the young birds in the sky and as fierce as the dragons in the tales of old.

Thus, together they created a garden.

It grew on the top of a post office on the outskirts of the city, several stories high and abandoned due to the decrease in demand for written mail— no longer needed in a world dominated by electronic messaging.

Eunyoung and Yeosang would sit together for hours, silently staring at the seeds Wooyoung shoplifted from the local market, willing them to grow with nothing but their thoughts.

Wooyoung filled his role as the architect, waving his arms around in excitement and giving them ideas. He was their muse, their source of inspiration, and it was his creation as much as theirs.

But it took time— a time filled with curses and cries of frustration, but also with loving hugs and encouraging words.