𝗝𝗲𝘂 𝗱𝘂 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗴 (𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 )

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A smile crept to his lips as he remembered how he had met Wooyoung.

20 years ago

Yeosang walked through the shadows of a busy market place. He was still affected from yesterday.

The salesmen were screaming all over the place and the turmoil was getting worse and worse. But nothing stood over his loud thoughts. He kept his eyes on the ground while his own fog surrounded him. He had folded his hands, hoping to still feel the warmth of his sister's hands. He knew that the day would eventually come, but he never wanted it to be true. Not even when he sat beside her as she died.

It was strange for both of them. She was four years younger than him, but when he sat next to her and he still looked twenty, while her hair was already white and her skin was wrinkled, he realised that he would have to watch them all die.

She was weak, but still made the effort to reach for his hand. He felt how dry and cold her hands were.

"At least I won't die alone." she smiled at him.

Yeosang could not hold back any longer, tears were streaming down his face and he screamed how unfair it is that he has to watch her die. When she took her last breath with the corners of her lips forming a simple smile, he took off his hat and held it to his chest.

His dark hair fell to the front as he clung around her body and tried to hold the life inside her, but even he could not stop death.

What Yeosang did not know was that while he was lost in thought, a small child had become aware of him. He smiled so brightly and jumped with his basket across the market place, but when he saw how sad the man in black looked, he stopped and turned to him. The child wondered how one can be sad on such a beautiful day.

Without thinking any further, it ran over to him and stood in his way. He grinned happily and took a strawberry out of the basket.

"I just picked it up all by myself! This is the first time I have ever done something like this. Want one?" he asked, but Yeosang looked at him only with his gloomy eyes.

It hurt in his chest when he realized how similar he was to his sister. "You don't talk much... Or don't you want to talk to me because you don't know me?" the child smiled.

"I am Jung Wooyoung," the child took Yeosang's hand out of his pocket and shook it vigorously.

"Now you know me!" it did not let go of Yeosang's hand, confusing the shadow man. Wasn't this child afraid of him?

Yeosang looked at Wooyoung's hand, it was so much smaller than his, but still he held his big hand so firmly. In his trance, Yeosang took the boy's hand and put his fingers around it. He stared at their hands until Wooyoung spoke again. "May I know your name?" asked the boy and squeezed Yeosang's hand once.

"Yeosang, Kang Yeosang of Obsidian," he said. When he looked down at the boy again, he seemed to be astonished. "But that's far away, don't you miss your family?" he asked, whereupon Yeosang tried his best to smile.

"I miss them very much"

Only now he noticed that the market place had become quiet as they all stared at him. As he looked through the crowd he could finally hear them talking again.