Scarlet Heart: Ryeo – Episode 16

AAAAAND they died.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m on my period and the mood swings are hella strong or what but I cried more than I wanted to and felt like I still wasn’t crying enough. It was weird. I was actually super surprised that Haesoo understood that Eun wanted So to kill him as compared to Jung who didn’t hear anything. I mean, I don’t think anyone did, yet she somehow still caught that but I mean, cool.

Interesting thing happens. It’s super late in the drama but now So wants to become king. And when he does, Haesoo goes up to him and says, “but what if I ask you not to pursue that?” to which he responds that he would convince her until he could. That question kind of threw me off, I mean I kind of saw it coming but at the same time, I felt like that was a question reserved for Wook. Then again, they are working these things out differently. Whereas Ruoxi remembered her history lessons, Haesoo just gets premonitions–history plays like a television drama in front of her brain. So, while Ruoxi was hoping to change history by saving the one she loved from the path of known destruction starting with his family all the way through hers, Haesoo just thinks that So is going to end up killing all his brothers. This was the reasoning for Ruoxi to avoid 4th Prince in the first place but work around him carefully because she didn’t know how long she’d be in the palace. I believe she also asks 4th Prince not to but at the same time it’s like, it’s going to happen anyway and everything she’s tried to do to alternate history has done nothing but aid it so what is the use of trying to stop him. It’s going to happen regardless.

Which brings me to a side note: what happened to the whole idea of Ji Mong is also from the future? Like… they just completely abandoned that. Well, I get that the way they went around it was supposed to be an entire “we shall talk no further of this *wink wink* *hush hush*” but still. This better be explained in the last episode.

Also, Yo is a weak ass bitch. The boi dun killed only one of his brothers by himself and he’s out here having PTSD and hallucinations! Kill two more of your siblings and I’ll understand. I get that you killed the weakest and most innocent of them all, I mean the boy has never even been to a war ground, but like damn, you really aren’t fit for being King if only one direct death is on your hand and you’re freaking out. (Let’s not mention how So has killed many more and witnessed more deaths and seems to be doing just fine because *phab ejs are phab ejs*.)

Honestly speaking though, it really does feel like Eighth prince and Fourth Prince’s roles are switched in the Korean version the more I look at it. Just certain aspects, such as the “happy together” time, the scheming, things of the like.

I don’t really have much else to say about this episode so I guess that’s it.




Scarlet Heart: Ryeo – Episode 7

Oh daaang! That happened!

Coming back again with a few points.

I love that shot of Hae Soo and Wang So at the lake where the sun first reaches–specifically the shot where they are at the gate entrance looking over it. It is absolutely gorgeous. I think I found a picture of it on Tumblr and it looked like it was straight out of a ghibli movie! I also like how Wang So and 4th Prince’s hiding places are still kind of similar. 4th Prince had the water lily garden and Wang So has the lake where the sun first rises. Both of which are/would-be beautiful.

Also, wala! We have the introduction of Seohyun and Z.Hera! I was wondering when their characters were coming in. I wonder how Seohyun plays? They called her Princess and she yelled at 13th Prince about making fun of them for having fallen to Goryeo, so I’m guessing she is the character that replaces Luowu? I’m only estimating because she and Luowu both play daughters of a noble family that fall from their nobility because of the king and will (as the trailer has shown + grape vines) they end up with the 13th Prince. Obviously she is going to play a bigger role than Luowu. Not only that but she’s also actually going to do something in the drama, as compared to Luowu, noted by the fact that she has a sword and there are some scenes that sneaked that she can fight and stuff. Eeh… what’ll happen will happen.

Also, I have to say, changing Mingyu into Z.Hera’s character, I think, is adorable! I love how tough she seems to be but completely shy she is towards him! It just… melts me. Couple goals is real! *ugly crying* This is all projective though, so I hope this is true.

Oh, goodness, I cannot forget that incident with Yeonhwa and 3rd Prince. First of all, gross.. What is even going on? Her relations towards all of them is still very unclear. They simply call her Princess and the King knows of her and treats her like a daughter, so it’s kind of weird to think that the Princes’ might fight over her knowing this? I just… don’t really get it right now. I guess I’m supposed to kind of just accept it kind of like when I had to accept the fact that Ruoxi and 8th Prince were trying to get together despite being in-laws. I don’t know. Also, 3rd Prince is super rape-y. For being a complete coward, which I have no idea why he has that aura but he just does, he’s being rather possessive over something that isn’t his. Also, he nasty. I hate his eyeliner. What is up with the eyeliner? It just brings back the nasty eyeliner days with Jang Geunsuk in You’re Beautiful. *shudder* But to each their own. He’s so naturally handsome too… sao sad.

I think that’s all the points I’m going to go through this episode. There’s probably more but I’m just not going to go over those. Watch it for yourselves LOL



The Epitome of Ridiculousness

We went out on a date. He had to work that day and he wasn’t done until 10PM and the minute he was done, he asked if he could call me. I was on the toilet but I answered the call anyways and muted myself so I could flush the toilet. It was late but he still wanted to hang out. I’m cool with that; you see, I was still having a sugar high from my date with the girls that day, so I didn’t care that it was late. I was infectiously happy and ready to run just about anywhere. I told him that I didn’t care how late it was if he wanted to hang out then we could hang.

I also happened to have forgotten that I had left my phone charger in Lucy’s possession. I quickly asked her for her address to that I could retrieve it. He scrambled on over to our meeting place (Longfellow Elementary) and we drove off for Lucy’s place. After retrieving the charger, we debated on where to go loiter. In the middle of the night in a small town like Eau Claire, there just isn’t much to do. He suggested going to a park to just sit down and talk. I didn’t mind and offered Phoenix Park since I often frequent it on my midnight walks.

I simply could not sit still. I sat in the car trying not to make noises as we got closer and closer to the park. I explained to him how I was so excited with being out late and how I had so much energy. In that moment I set my heart on laying on the fluffy grass that resided in the maze area of Phoenix Park and rolling myself down the hill. I was set on rolling myself off the Earth and flinging myself into the sun so that I could be apart of J-Hope. I was mutha-fuckin SET!

It was no surprise that as soon as I ran to the grass it was sopping wet. The sprinklers were running all over and so the grass was all wet–unrollable. The hyper puppy that was me was very thoroughly upset. I whined to him like a small child and teasingly blamed it on him. We walked around trying to figure out where we would sit with the cement and the benches being so wet. As we kept walking towards the main pavilion that serves as the house for the Farmers Market, we found that the bench overlooking the river by the Madison Street bridge was, in fact, dry. We seated ourselves and he shivered, obviously cold on one of the first chilly nights of the fall. I gave him my newly bought jacket–as I am thick skinned and therefore do not feel the cold quite so quickly because of the layer of protective fat I have accumulate around myself–and we sat there talking about just about anything that would come to mind, underneath the shoddy lamplight. Not long after getting into our conversation I felt a spray come to my side and water fall on top of my head. Looking over, I saw that the sprinklers for the section we were seated at had just released themselves and all hell broke loose. We ran for cover at the pavilion, far from the sprinklers, not quite completely soaked from head to toe with water.  We laid down on the cement underneath the stars, just staring at it. We looked and looked, trying to make sense of it. Every now and then we would grunt, drying up from the corny jokes. Eventually, I got up to remove the trash that I had been holding and we moved onto the maze area.

We laid on the ground looking up at the stars just as we had at the pavilion. He wrapped himself in an army blanket that his grandma had placed in his car–he was shivering like crazy but was trying not to show it. As we talked about the stars and tried to make sense of them, in the corner of my eye I thought I saw something fall from the sky.

“Did you see that?” he asked.

That’s right, ladies and folk-abies. We both saw a shooting star. It was probably 1 in the morning? At that point I couldn’t help but think “FML” over and over again. Everything about this was surreal. I couldn’t help but laugh at how incredibly ridiculous all of this was and he couldn’t either. He sent me home after a while of more talking because we still had class that day (which we also had together). This was the epitome of lame rom-com. Same class, similar clothes, similar personalities, sprinkler scene, stargazing scene and then a shooting star scene.

The whole situation was disgustingly cliche. But I still said yes.


Pink Potato signing off!


One of Those Days

Hey guys,
Sorry I haven’t been updating. I haven’t been writing much either. Today I’m having one of those days.

Those days where no matter how loud you turn up the music in your ears, it isn’t loud enough. And it’s annoying when you think it’s loud enough but you can still hear everything, and you wish you couldn’t, but you can. Where whispers are too loud and talking is too much, and you wish you could just drown yourself in the noise that’s replaying in your ears.
Those days where you don’t want to look up, so you keep staring at your feet as you walk. And you look up occasionally, with a little tip, but not entirely because you just don’t feel like seeing anybody, and you avoid looking at faces, but rather just walk focusing on your shoes or the passing hands.
Those days where everything’s okay and you hate it. You want to take the computer in front of you and throw it across the room, or just run into the white walls that run throughout the building. Or just to run outside in general, but you have no where in mind, it’s too cold, you’re not up to running too far anyways.

So you don’t do anything at all. You just play your music too loud, sit in front of the screen lazily like you don’t care, and leave your face in that dark frown your mom always tells you ruins your face.

You know, just one of those days.


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The Jacket

It was easy to befriend him; Jimin was as bright as the sun and hard to miss. He became quick friends with Namjoon, a neighborhood boy two years older than him, and they frequented the manhwa store halfway between their places.

Every time they went to the manhwa store,  Jimin would pull every book he could find involving gangsters. He idealized their life, wanting to become one. Namjoon would patiently listen to Jimin’s ramblings about the gangster life. Jimin’s strong fascination with their life amused him on occasions.

They started hanging out less when Namjoon got a job at the gas station. With his first paycheck, he offered both Jimin and Taehyung, Namjoon’s other friend, to eat at a Chinese restaurant. Just as they finished ordering, a large group of men walked in and as they did Taehyung excused himself from the restaurant. Jimin turned around to see who it was that seemed to have scared Taehyung off. His eyes widened in excitement when he saw the gang sitting at the table. He rapidly patted Namjoon’s arm to catch his attention. Namjoon set down the glass cup he was drinking from to turn and look.

“Hyung, do you think they’re gangsters?” Jimin asked.

Namjoon shrugged and turned forward, making sure not to act strange and catch attention. Jimin watched them excitedly from behind his chair, giggling to himself about how cool they were. When the food came to their table Namjoon watched in fascination Jimin’s effort to scarf it down quickly. Making sure to wipe his mouth, Jimin suddenly got up from his chair and turned around. Namjoon was too slow to grab Jimin’s sleeve before he started to make his way to the gangsters.

Taking up four tables at a corner of the restaurant, they all started digging into the meals placed in front of them. Kun Hyung, the man sitting at the round table at the center of the four tables with the jacket loosely hanging over his shoulders, looked up at the waitress who brought him his bowl of food to give a thanking smile. Just as she walked away, Jimin walked forward.

“Hyung, are you a gangster?” Jimin asked in his high pitched voice.

He looked up from his bowl of noodles at the little fifteen year old boy in front of him.

“So what if I am?” he responded in a deep raspy voice.

Jimin’s smile widened even more, “isn’t it awesome?”

Kun Hyung chuckled in amusement at this conjecture. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his lackeys getting ready to take down the boy if needed. He lifted his hand to wave them off.

“Now why do you say that, kid?” he replied, leaning back in his chair.

“Well, isn’t it?” Jimin answer.

Before he could continue, Namjoon came in behind Jimin and pulled at him. He apologized profusely to Kun Hyung as he struggled to drag Jimin away from the center of the gang.

“Let’s be friends! I’ll find you!” Jimin shouted as he was being dragged away.

Once outside, they met with Taehyung who was waiting in the next store over for them to finish. Namjoon tried to ignore the situation that had arisen and simply left it as was. They continued hanging out that day as normal, from the manhwa store to the arcades to the small street vending venue.

To his surprise, Jimin did manage to find him again a few days later. After finding out where one of the headquarters were in the small town, he frequented often. Kun Hyung found it surprising that, despite his reputation, Jimin didn’t actually know who he was. Perhaps he was too clouded by his idealism of the gangster life, but he was so dense that he never figured that Kun Hyung was one of the big leaders of the Hyungwon Gang. But there was something about him. He never showed it, but he favored this small boy a lot. Jimin reminded him of himself at that age, dumb but bright, just before he became who he was today.

Kun Hyung made sure that the lackeys let Jimin do whatever it was that he wanted, but to make sure they never involved him into any of the gang things. So, of course, the men started to notice his special treatment of this small kid. Those who had followed him loyally for a few years now had never been treated the same way. As one could guess, many were jealous of him, if not deeply annoyed. But that was the least of Kun Hyung’s worries.


Today they had decided to play hookie. Well, Jimin did. The other two never went to school. That day they planned on climbing a mountain just outside the village outside of the city. Together they climbed up the mountain, in search of this tree that granted wishes that Taehyung had read about online. It took them about three hours to find it once reaching halfway up the mountain. They don’t remember how they found it, just that they were walking and suddenly they were there.

They stayed there for the rest of the day, waiting for the new day to break through. As they waited, Namjoon pulled out a blanket from his backpack, breaking the zipper as he pulled it out. They told stories to each other and bonded. Just as the day was starting to break through, Jimin fell asleep with his head on Namjoon’s lap and his back leaning against the tree.

Namjoon lightly shook Jimin awake as they started to pack up. Jimin rubbed his tired eyes and looked up to see that the sun was already high in the sky. Namjoon apologized for not waking him up and Taehyung joked about how he looked too cute lying there to wake up. Namjoon suggested they come another time when Jimin was older so that he could stay up late enough for it. Taehyung teasingly bumped into his shoulder and asked him what his wish was.

“I want to go to the beach. All of us, together,” Jimin said.

Namjoon and Taehyung chuckled; Namjoon told him he didn’t need to wish that.

“I have a job; once I save up enough, we can go to the beach together.”

They came back down the mountain safely, splitting ways to their homes. Shortly after that day, Jimin made time to run back to the Hyungwon quarters to share his experience with Kun Hyung. On that day, Kun Hyung was on a “business trip”, as they said, and so they quickly tried to chase him out. He jumped into the closest room by him to avoid the lackeys chasing after him.

He turned around to find a young man sitting on a creaky bed with a worn out sweater. The young man turned around quickly, clearly frightened by his sudden entrance. Jimin walked forward to search for the light switch hanging from the ceiling. With the light on, he noticed the chain around the young man’s ankle that tied him to the bed.

They quickly became friends, but because he didn’t know what kind of man he was, he made sure not to go too often. He made sure not to let his doubts cloud his judgement, he didn’t know why the man was being held there. Until he heard them talking about some sort of powers.

He joked with the man in the room about him being some sort of magician, but never went any further. Instead, he found himself talking about Namjoon and Taehyung and things he wanted to do outside. Just regular things that he would talk to Kun Hyung with.


Today, Kun Hyung wasn’t there again. Jimin had rushed over to show him his newly dyed hair. Before Jimin left, Kiseop hyung, one of the lackeys who worked with Kun Hyung, gave him Kun Hyung’s jacket.

Jimin marvelled at it, the jacket that always hung over Kun Hyung’s shoulder. One of a kind; no one else had this jacket, no one else was allowed to replicate this jacket. This was the one and only. And here, Kiseop hyung had just handed this to him; Kun Hyung was giving this to him. This jacket that he had never seen leave Kun Hyung’s shoulders, was being given to Jimin. He couldn’t handle his excitement.

For some strange reason Kiseop was in a rush to have Jimin out of the building, but Jimin was too excited to even notice; he was content with having to leave. As he was walking out, another lackey stopped Kiseop to ask him something, to which Kiseop pushed Jimin forward to keep walking without him. As Jimin continued, he saw the same man from the dark room sitting on a chair in a different room. He excitedly waved at him to catch his attention. He laughed when he saw his eyes widen at his hair color.

“Cool, right?” Jimin said, pointing to his bright orange hair.

The man smiled and nodded. Just as Jimin was about to step into the room to talk with him, Kiseop hyung appeared behind him and urged him forward again. He bent backwards in order to wave goodbye to the man before disappearing down the hallway. Jimin kept exclaiming in disbelief at the jacket, giggling to himself.


Jimin had gotten a text from Namjoon the other night. He excitedly jumped out of his house, eager to show off the jacket to Namjoon for their hangout today.

As they walked down the busy street, Jimin stopped every time he saw a mirror, admiring the look of the jacket, loosely hanging over his torso. Calmly, Namjoon continued ahead of him, sucking on his lollipop. He called out Jimin’s name, thinking that he was still following behind him.

“Did you hear me?” Namjoon said.

He turned around to find that Jimin was no longer following him. In fact, he couldn’t see him behind him anymore. He walked back a bit to see if he had gone down a different alley, only to find Jimin laying on the ground.


Kun Hyung irritatingly looked around the room.

“It’s not in the dining room either,” said a lackey as he walked into the room.

“Where is it?” Kun Hyung shouted angrily.

“Perhaps it’d be best if you didn’t wear it today,” said Kiseop.

Kun Hyung glared at him, “why? Do you know where it is?”

Although he stood firmly in place, his heart raced at what it was that Kun Hyung might do next.

Kiseop and a few others proceeded to explain to him that there was a rumour that David’s gang, their rival, had set up a bounty on him, as a way of initiation into the gang. There were no pictures of his face handed out but they had caught fliers of his iconic jacket being handed out by the high schools. Kun Hyung scoffed at them and yelled angrily, asking if they thought that he would really be undone by some dumb school children. He asked them again, in a dangerously quiet voice where it was that they had put that jacket.

“I gave it to Jimin,” Kiseop said.

“What?” Kun Hyung replied, still equally as quiet.

Kiseop repeated himself, trying to explain how Jimin was a potential threat to his position, that he could be undercover, or be with the enemy. He started about how they were getting too close, and how he was showing unfair favoritism towards Jimin as compared to the men who had been with him for years. A loud clap echoed in the room as Kun Hyung slapped him hard across the face. Caught off guard, but slightly expecting it, he assumed his still position, lowering his gaze to the ground.

“Unfair favoritism. Is that what this is? I have favoured you for so long that you are now jealous at the idea of someone being treated better than you? When did I favor him? When did-no! I thought you were better than this,” Kun Hyung waved him towards the door, “Get out!”


Namjoon screamed at the sight. Jimin cried and grunted as he covered his bleeding abdomen.

“Hyung, it really hurts, please help me,” Jimin kept saying.

Namjoon looked around at the emptying streets that had been so busy earlier. A small crowd watched them from a distance not wanting to be a part of it. He screamed at them for help, crying hysterically.

“Apply pressure on his wound!” shouted a female voice.

He turned his head towards the voice, seeing as a young female struggled to pass the crowd barricading them in. She pulled out her phone with a little Mario accessory hanging off of it.

Namjoon looked down at Jimin, who was still crying on the ground, bleeding profusely. He placed his hand over the wound to apply pressure but as soon as he did, Jimin groaned louder.

“Are you sure about this?” he screamed, having a mental break down.

His hands shaked, unable to try and apply more pressure. She assured him, stating she was a registered nurse. She kept asking him what had happened. But he didn’t know–because he wasn’t watching. He wasn’t beside him. He should have been there, but he wasn’t so he didn’t know.

“It hurts a lot, hyung. Am I going to die? It really hurts,” Jimin kept repeating.

Namjoon tried his best to stay calm, telling him that everything would be okay. Everything was going to be alright, so not to worry. As he kept repeating himself, it became evident that he was truly trying to convince himself.

Jimin stared straight up into the whitening sky above him. A face appeared, with hair as white as fresh snow. He cocked his head, looking down at Jimin.

“You’re being unnecessarily stubborn,” he said.

He offered his hand and Jimin suddenly felt a pull.

“I don’t want to go yet,” Jimin said out loud.

Namjoon repeated himself, telling Jimin that he would be okay, that the ambulance was on it’s way over. The boy with white hair stood hunched over him waiting, and he knew.

“Looks like I can’t fulfill our promise. I really wanted to go to the beach with you guys…” he trailed off, laughing in pain.

Namjoon held onto him, feeling as Jimin started to go cold, his breath slowing.

“Don’t leave me, Jimin. We have to go to the beach, you, me and Taehyung. The ambulance is coming, we’re going to be fine,” he repeated like a mantra.


Jimin took the man’s hand and followed him down the street. He turned his head to look back and saw the crowd that surrounded the area, wondering what had happened.

“Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin said, “where are we going?”

“Home,” Yoongi stated and tugged at his hand as they continued down the road, unnoticed.

Update: 240216

Hey guys!

Just a regular update! I’ve been working on the other chapters for the Children of the Sun series but I’m not sure how to fit it together. I’m trying not to venture too far so that I’m unable to think of new stories for the characters, but yeah; I guess I’ll find a way eventually! Hopefully things have been going well with you guys as well,

Shout out to all those who were born today! Happy birthday!

Maybe you’ll be seeing another update soon, hopefully? And I’m working on getting some cover art available for the stories so that the display that’s running on top isn’t so incredibly blank to stare at. Wish me luck! Everyone, hwaiting!


Pink Potato signs out!

Caged Bird

It is said that on a mountain range by the edge of town there is a tree on top that is split in half. Legend had it that if a person were to be able to reach the tree and sit in it when the sun’s ray first hit the tree, they could make any wish and it would come true. It was not a great mountain range, but many people had tried and many failed. Rumour had it that for the few that did find it, their wishes did indeed come true. Because of that reason Siyeon had set out to find it after reading about it online.

As she was climbing up the mountain she veered off the path unknowingly and ended up lost. In her confusion she fell in a crater and lost consciousness. When she awoke, she found herself under a large tree that branched out in all directions. Watching her from a distance was a handsome young man sitting in a squat. He told her not to fear and she didn’t despite being in such a strange situation. As she tried to straighten herself up into a sitting position, she found that her leg had broken when she fell into the crater. The young man offered to help her, to which she agreed, and he wiped his hand over her broken leg a few times before stepping back. He reassured her that it was now okay, and to her surprise, when she tried to move again, she was okay.

He offered to walk her down the mountain, to which she agreed, and they talked. She found that he did not have a name and did not know where he came from, simply that he existed. As they walked, they came upon a post with offerings for him. The sign was posted by the village below that believed him to be a deity. They called him a bestowed sign from the heavens; and so she called him Hoseok – the bestowed sign.

“So, why are you climbing up the mountain?” Hoseok asked.

Siyeon nervously chuckled, “My parents left me with a huge debt. I heard that if you found a specific tree on the mountain then it could make a wish come true.”

As they reached the bottom of the mountain, Siyeon asked Hoseok if he would like to come with her to the city. He agreed and followed her from the mountains into the city.

After a short tour of the city they ended at Siyeon’s small apartment. There, Hoseok found that Siyeon lived with her little sister Doyeon, who was about 13 to 14 years old. Despite his sweet appearance, Doyeon greeted him with great disdain. It was here that Hoseok had his first meeting with the Hyungwon Gang that Siyeon’s parents owed money to.

They walked around the house, obviously searching for nothing, desiring simply to create a mess. He watched as one of them manhandled Siyeon, whispering something to her.

“I’ll do it!” she suddenly shouted.

Hoseok watched as the man smiled and let her go. She scrabbled into her room and left, leaving only Hoseok and Doyeon to the house. And just like that, she left every day at about the same time, leaving Hoseok alone with Doyeon.

For each day that past Doyeon’s hatred of her situation and of Hoseok grew. One day she stormed out of the house, Hoseok following behind her. She lead him to the other side of town where she had followed Siyeon before. The building had glittering lights overhead, men standing outside welcoming men in suits as they walked in and women in skimpy clothing trying to invite more men inside. The men standing by the door wouldn’t let Doyeon inside when she approached so she forced Hoseok through it.

Hoseok walked around the building aimlessly before spotting Siyeon sitting at a table with an older man. She smiled at something the man said and giggled when he started laughing. As Hoseok was about to approach her, a girl came in between and whispered something to Siyeon, so up she went. He watched as she walked away from him without seeming to notice him. Hoseok made his way out of the building, greeted by a hostile Doyeon.

Hoseok confirmed to Doyeon that Siyeon was indeed serving men. Doyeon then went to explain how it was his fault that she was doing all this. Hoseok tried to ignore her, knowing fully well that she didn’t like him. Doyeon kept telling him that he had to fix it, that she knew a way to fix it. Hoseok held her off so that he could ask Siyeon tomorrow about it.

When the next day came, he tried to ask her but noticed that she felt uncomfortable being asked about it. He could feel it emitting off of her. Siyeon lied to him that she was doing other things, vaguely trying to pass it off as something she did regularly. Hoseok pretended to be satisfied with her answer and saw as her uneasy aura seem to dissipate.

“Do you remember your wish at the mountain? I think I can help make that come true,” Hoseok said.

Siyeon shook her head and smiled sadly. After Siyeon left for her afternoon activities, Hoseok knocked on Doyeon’s door.

Doyeon took him to Hyungwon’s headquarters. She talked with them angrily, Hoseok could feel the hostility being emitted from her and the disbelief in the men in the room. The man laxly sitting on the couch before them listened to her through squinted eyes. In the middle of talking, she took out a knife and cut her forearm. In a flash Hoseok stepped over to heal her wound not even leaving a scar behind as evidence of the cut.

The man sitting in the couch, they called him Kun Hyung (literally Big Older Brother), smiled and had Hoseok taken out of the room. Hoseok listened closely to the door.

“You can take him as payment. Do with him what you will, I don’t care; but in return, don’t come bother my sister and I again. By trading him, we are free,” he heard Doyeon say.

As she exited the room, he tried to approach her to ask what was going on. The men held onto him to prevent him from moving.

“Stay here,” she curtly said, “you said you wanted to help Siyeon unnie. If you want to save her, stay here where you belong.”

Hoseok watched as she was lead away from him. He watched as the tense aura around her seemed to fade a bit more than usual. He made no motion to follow after her. He stayed there with the Hyungwon Gang, where he belonged, where he was keeping Siyeon and Doyeon safe from something he didn’t know about.

Many of the men who had to stay with Hoseok mockingly asked him for many things. They demanded for women, for men, for money, for impossible strength, but Hoseok couldn’t provide all of that. When they found out what it was that he could and couldn’t do, they found him basically useless… but a body none-the-less. So sometimes, when they weren’t using him for his healing, they would beat him, figuring he could heal himself. They’d beat him out of boredom, out of frustration, or sometimes they’d do more. Hoseok made sure to never do anything back and to always comply, because this was all his fault and he had to stay there.

In spite of his grim situation and dark room, there was a light. One day, a boy with soft black hair walked into his room to hide from some of the lackeys running around the building. They quickly became friends. He was sweet and kind to Hoseok, the first genuine kind that he’d seen in many days. Hoseok looked forward to these occasional meetings, each one shorter than the last.


When asked, Doyeon told Siyeon that Hoseok had made some new friends while she was gone. As each day past, she found it more and more strange that he wasn’t home ever. Eventually, she was no longer required to go to the escort bar. In fact, they’d wave her off. Hoseok’s words kept echoing in her head as she drilled Doyeon about his whereabouts. One day, the same man from the first day came over with a suitcase. He cackled at them and handed the suitcase over while thanking them and then leaving. Doyeon took the suitcase from Siyeon and opened it in the living room to reveal a whopping $200,000. She quickly closed it as Doyeon walked in.

“What is that money for?” Siyeon asked.

Doyeon ignored her and suggested that they move out of town. Siyeon persisted with her questioning until Doyeon finally admitted that she had traded Hoseok for their freedom.

Hoseok sat at the table in the parlour. As he silently waited for what was to happen next, the boy appeared at the door frame. He smiled at greeted Hoseok happily. His presence filled Hoseok will happiness and hope from his head to his toes. Today, he looked different.

“Cool, right?” he said, motioning to his now bright orange hair.

Hoseok smiled and agreed with him. His eyes wandered, spying the familiar looking jacket he was holding to his chest. Before Hoseok could ask about it the boy was being pushed forward by one of the lackeys. The boy bent his back incredibly to wave at Hoseok as he left. Hoseok listened as his giggled disappeared down the hallway.

The next day back in his room, Hoseok turned around anticipating the boy’s return when he heard the door crack open slowly. His heart stopped upon seeing Siyeon at the door. He turned away from her upon meeting her stunned eyes. She looked at his torn clothing and the chain on his ankle tying him to the bed. Siyeon saw through his sweater, the one she had bought for him on the first day in the city, a huge purple bruise over his right shoulder. She tried hard not to cry at this sight.

“Let’s run away,” she suggested.


It was a dark and grey day, though Hoseok wouldn’t know about it. When they took the bag off from over his head, there was a bright light shining into his face, making it hard to see unless he looked down. As his eyes adjusted he saw two men sitting in chairs in front of him, one leaning over to the other as if to whisper something into their ear. Before he could see more, he was yanked from the light and the bag was placed over his head again. There was a solid thunk against his head and he was knocked out cold.

He wasn’t awake for too long when they were transporting him again. When the bag came off his head, he found himself in front of a fancy door and a dull ache in his chest. The men beside him opened the door and pushed him through.

“You know what to do,” they whispered before closing the door.

Hoseok looked around the extravagant hotel room. He heard a noise from the other room and proceeded in that direction. Inside the room was the man who was sitting in the chair earlier that day. The older man jumped up off the bed when he saw Hoseok enter the room, covering his bare legs with the thick hotel-provided bathrobe. He took Hoseok’s hand and slowly started feeling it up and down. Hoseok stopped himself from shivering and asked if he could use the bathroom in order to get ready. The man agreed and showed him where the bathroom was. He offered to get something for Hoseok from room service but Hoseok ignored him and continued into the bathroom.

He turned on the faucet in the large sink. He searched the lower cabinets, the mirror cabinet and in the bathroom closet for anything that could help him escape. He didn’t want to do this anymore. All he found were towels, toilet paper, extra bathroom items and some bottles of prescription medicine belonging to the man. He picked one up remembering seeing them at the old apartment. Siyeon had once warned him against taking any of them, especially in large doses because bad things could happen that would result in needing to go to the hospital.

After finishing with the call, the man walked over to hear the faucet running. Chuckling to himself, he walked in hoping to get a glance of Hoseok getting ready. Upon entering he found Hoseok lying on the ground with the pills laying all over. In a panic, he lightly slapped Hoseok on the cheeks and then ran out to get the men outside the room. The older lackeys had left for a break in the bar downstairs, leaving alone a new lackey. He ran in to see Hoseok lying still on the ground. He cursed himself as he and the client (the man) ran out of the room to find the others.

Hoseok arose from the ground and snuck out of the room. He found his way out of the hotel, and ran as fast as he could. I’ll meet you back in the forest where we first met in two weeks, her words repeating endlessly in his mind as he ran.

Back at the hotel, one of the lackeys inform Kun Hyung that he had seen Hoseok running out of the hotel but he had ran too fast for anything to catch up to him. Another lackey made a conjecture that David, their rival gang, may find him. Kun Hyung simply smirked angrily and told them not to worry.

“That’s what the insurance is for,” he said.

One of the lackeys brought forth a pen for him. He looked at the top of the pen, clicked it, and proceeded to sign the papers in front of him before seating himself back into the luxury chair.

Hoseok bent over and fell as a burst of pain shot through him from under his left rib. He tried to continue, finally reaching a road that he and Siyeon had crossed before when coming into the city. He looked through a hole in the front of his sweater, noticing a bulge and a blackish purple scar was spreading through his chest. He continued for as long as he could stumbling along the road until he got to the other side of the village, finally collapsing in front of an old, small traditional house.

Inside the house lived an elderly couple with their seven year old grandson. It had been raining outside and as it started to weaken, the husband stepped out of the house. As he turned at the high wall gates he saw Hoseok laying on the gravel. He took the half conscious Hoseok over his shoulder and placed him on the flooring of the house. His wife came out to see what the noise was. He told her that he would run over to the Chois down over to see if one of their boys could call the doctor over while she took care of the young man. As he ran out, his wife dragged him into her grandson’s room and covered him with a blanket. The door opened behind her as she covered him, revealing to be her grandson.

“Oh, right, our Seokjin, why don’t you come here and watch over this poor man!” she called out to him.

Seokjin slowly slid into the room and sat next to the pale, shivering Hoseok. His grandmother walked out of the room towards the kitchen to boil some water and find some towels to wipe Hoseok with.

Hoseok tiredly called out to Seokjin for help. Seokjin almost left the room to call for his grandmother but stopped when Hoseok repeated himself. The small Seokjin leaned in close to his mouth to hear his request. He turned back to see that his grandmother’s bottom was still visible within the kitchen, busy at work with the fire. Seokjin agreed to Hoseok’s request.

They struggled along the road, Hoseok leaning on Seokjin for support to get there. Every now and then he would keel over and moan in pain, the poison spreading inside of him. Although the house wasn’t located too far from the forest, it took them a while to get there. Hoseok instructed Seokjin on how far into the forest to be, just enough to be out of sight but enough that the boy could find his way back to his house.

Seokjin leaned a weak Hoseok against a big oak tree and stepped back. Hoseok thanked him and motioned for him to leave. His sweat dripped through his rags and stuck him to the ground. He felt the dark earth under him and gripped at it for comfort. How long has it been already? Will she be here? he wondered to himself.

Through his blurry vision he caught sight of a fuzzy blue light flying erratically towards him. As it came closer, he realized that it was a butterfly. Seokjin watched from behind overgrown trees as the butterfly landed on Hoseok’s festering wound. He stared intently at it as he noticed that Hoseok’s erratic breath started to slow to a stop.

As the sky began to clear, Seokjin watched as a rays of sunshine pierced through the thick foliage overhead. One in particular caught his attention as it crept closer and closer to Hoseok’s still body. When it finally reached over his wound the one butterfly turned into a billion other butterflies, struggling for their own freedom. Seokjin fell down in disbelief, turning tail to run towards his house.


His eyes slowly fluttered open to the white sky and light foliage above him. He covered the light beaming in his eyes with his hand.

“Hyung,” someone called out from afar.

Why does that voice sounds so familiar? he thought to himself.

The voice chimed out again, getting closer, “Hyung!”

He slowly lifted himself up, leaning back on his hands. He squinted as his eyesight fixed itself. He was in the forest. He slowly started to recognize the brown bark of the trees that surrounded him and the gradient of green that enveloped it. Getting closer to where he laid was a boy wearing a bright blue jacket and orange hair stumbling over the nature underneath his feet. Hoseok waited where he sat for the boy to come closer to him.

The boy giggled at Hoseok upon reaching him. He offered a hand out that Hoseok accepted. He smiled sweetly at Hoseok. Hoseok lightly smiled back.

“Jimin…” Hoseok quietly whispered.

“Hyung, we’ve got to get going,” Jimin said.

Hoseok stood up and nodded at him. Wiping the dirt off his butt, he started walking away with Jimin. As he walked away, he heard a gasp behind him. He turned to look at what could have possibly made that sound. At first he didn’t see anything.

“Hoseok…” a faint voice called.

He turned to look again and this time saw Siyeon sitting down on the ground with her hand over her mouth. He blankly looked at her. Siyeon watched as Jimin reached for Hoseok’s hand again and lead him away. As she watched him walk away from her with a blank look on his face, there was a bright light and he disappeared right before her. What was left behind was a strange abundance of butterflies, which quickly dispersed before her as well. As if waking up from a dream, he disappeared from her. Just… gone.