𝔹𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟 | seongjoong

October 31st

October
1592

It's happened again. The dream. This marks the fourth time in a fortnight that this vision has come to haunt me so.

I say haunt not because of the dream itself, but for the images it bestows upon me that I cannot help but come back to throughout the day. The others in the house have taken it upon themselves to tease me for my distractions but  oh, dear journal, if they only could see what I see would they know of my reasons and be just as distracted as I.

The dream starts the same as always, at the base of a foggy mountain standing in a nearby stream with the full moon drawn high. I had never seen it glow brighter and the water is cool against my heated skin.

A sound. Like a whisper through the night. I turn my head and there, the object of my affection stands just beyond the shadow of the waterfall upon a shallow rock. His hair is always kept loose and, though there is no breeze, it seems to sway in the light of the moon underneath the Gat on his head. His hanbok is made of the finest materials and seemed to flow like water to hypnotize the senses. Though I cannot see his face, he moves with such an elegance that there is not a doubt in my mind that his features are just as refined. Too beautiful to be gazed upon by a filthy commoner such as myself.

But, oh, do I curse the days when I must wake and long for the night to come again so I can once again gaze at his form as he makes the water dance.

-K.H.J

XxX

Present

"Why are you doing this!?"

Hongjoong cried out as he watched his aunt toss his things into a duffle bag. He felt the bitter sting of tears burn just behind his eyes but he refused to let them fall. Instead, he raced forward as the woman carelessly tossed some of his CDs into the bag and pulled them out before tossing them onto the bed.

"I don't understand!" Hongjoong tried again as his aunt moved through his room, grabbing a handful of clothes randomly from the dresser before tossing them down. He grabbed onto her arms as if to stop her, "What is going on? Auntie!"

"Enough!" The woman yelled out, knocking the boy's hands away and placing her own over her ears as if it would help block out the desperate cries of confusion coming from the teenager before her. You could see the dark circles and overall haggardness of her stance. Her once lustrous hair hung limp at her shoulders and she seemed aged beyond her years. "I just-I can't do it anymore Hongjoong!"

The boy didn't know what she was talking about. Can't do what anymore? He hadn't been a model student, often skipping class to work on his music, but he never got in their way since he had been there. He was still passing his classes with fairly good marks. He did his own dishes and laundry and most days he stayed holed in his room away from her and his stoic uncle. He ran his hand through his recently dyed bright blue hair, wincing as he remembered how they hadn't been happy about that, but couldn't think of much more of a reason. They couldn't be kicking him out because of a hair color could they?

His aunt didn't seem to care about any of this and disregarded Hongjoong's heartbroken and confused look as she pulled out one of his drawers from the dresser. She hauled it over the bed and dumped it into the bag, most of the clothes missing and falling onto the bed or floor in a tumble. "A week they said! You were supposed to be here for a week. It's been three years!"

That was true. Hongjoong remembered the day he had been dropped off here as a young teenager. His parents were only supposed to leave him at his aunt's house for a week as they went off on a couple's retreat for their anniversary.