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gone4neow · 4 years ago

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MIGHTY | ⓅⒸⓎ

c h a p t e r o n e

- park chanyeol x oc

- mulan rewrite [very loosely inspired by the disney version]

- warnings : cursing, dark themes, extreme violence

- work count : 3,457

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Working the cart at the street market was always a thrill. It wasn't that the job was particularly fun, but it was certainly never boring. Some customers were regulars who showed up weekly, but new customers came and went often. Some of the farmworkers loved working at the market simply because they adored the socialization that came with the job, but Eunyeong felt indifferent towards the job. It was nice to get off the farm and see what was going on in town, but sometimes the interactions with the townspeople really ruined the job for her. Elderly women judged her for not being at home with a family to take care of, younger women did little to hide their envy of her position, and men of all ages seemed to have a personal agenda to remind her that she was horrible for working a man's job. Ignoring these people had become a sort of second nature for her.

She had woken up that morning with dread in her bones. It was her turn to manage the cart at the market today. Her uncle had told her that if she could do this job two times a month then he would allow her to work on his farm. The prospect of having a job was enough to make her agree to any terms he had for her. At first, she was absolutely miserable after working in the market. It was difficult and it took a huge toll on her mental health after receiving harsh criticism all day long. There were multiple occasions where she had cried; the fear that she had been in over her head when seeking out a job haunted her. It was her father who had encouraged her to keep going. Though he didn't understand her extreme need to work alongside men, he hated to see her spirit so defeated.

"You are different, Eunyeong. This world isn't ready for a woman like you. If you let them bring you down now, then they will never be ready. If you want them to understand, you're going to have to make them understand. Push forward. Fight for what you want," he had told her weeks ago. "I believe in you. Now you have to believe in yourself."

She had taken his words to heart. He was right, just as he usually was. She adored her father. Though many saw the man as a stony figure with a hard exterior, she knew that his heart was soft and full of love. He was brave, compassionate, and cared deeply for those closest to him. If there was ever an idol figure in her life, it was him. Even when her mother scolded her for pursuing her personal goals, her father had been there ready to support her wholeheartedly. Because of this, she was eternally grateful.

When she had arrived at the marketplace, her hair was messy and her cheeks were flushed. She had arrived a few minutes late due to oversleeping. Her coworker looked over at her with a judgmental expression on his face before he tossed her a small bag to collect coins in. Relief flooded her chest when the old man turned from her without giving her a lecture about how she should be on time. For the next few hours business went as usual. She worked alongside her coworker in silence, only speaking to customers when spoken to. A gentle smile formed on her face every time she handed over a basket of vegetables, but the customers seem to be wary of her and never returned it. Things were going just fine - that is until a familiar man showed up. He came with three other men. Each had wide smiles on their faces. They were around fifteen years older than Piya was and had all grown up in the same village as she had.

"Eunyeong, it's so lovely to see you here," Howon greeted the woman in a smooth voice. His eyes bore into hers as if they were lasers, analyzing every detail of her soul.

Her stomach twisted, but she smiled a wide, fake smile. "Are you looking for anything in particular?"

"Me?" The man questioned, raising his eyebrows. He hummed as if in deep thought. "I did come here with something very specific in mind today, but it seems I've already found it on my own."

"What would that be?" Eunyeong asked him, the smile on her face faltering. Her hands fumbled around as she pretended to organize the baskets sitting on the table in front of her. She only stopped when the man's right hand shot out and wrapped itself around her wrist. Her movements froze entirely.

"You," Howon said. A smirk formed on his face as his companions laughed behind him. The woman went to pull her arm away from his grasp, but his grip only tightened. She clenched her jaws out of anger. How dare this man?

"What's this?" Her coworker blurted out from beside her. She turned to look at the older man. He looked between her and Howon with confusion.

"Ah! It's nothing, old man. Return to your job," Howon brushed the man off in a patronizing tone. Eunyeong could see her coworker tense up at the man's words.

"Let go of her wrist. We both have jobs to do," He instructed Howon. The younger man scoffed and his grip grew even tighter around Eunyeong's wrist. The pain was nothing compared to the glimmer in the man's eyes. It was as if he was testing her, seeing how far he could push her before he would break her. So she stood taller, lifted her head, and looked at him with a stare that was even more chilling. His thin lips parted in surprise when her free hand wrapped tightly around his wrist. The grip around her wrist lessened as she forced hers tighter.

He hummed as if approving of her actions, but she could see the anger on his features. "What a bold woman you are."

The release of her wrist coaxed Eunyeong to pull her hands away from the man entirely. With one last smirk cast in her direction, the man turned and left the market booth. His followers turned and mirrored his movement.

Eunyeong risked a glance at her coworker, expecting him to be sending her scathing expression. Instead, the old man was staring off at the retreating group of men with a stoic expression on his face. When he finally looked to her, he said, "I'm going to have a talk with your uncle this evening. I'm going to request to share the same schedule as you."

The woman instantly grew nervous. She hadn't meant to cause a scene, but she could already feel that today had been the start of something unfortunate. Usually, her coworkers ignored Howon's behavior altogether, so she never had to worry about her uncle punishing her for any incidents occurring before.

"That's alright. I can manage on my own," she told the man. "It means a lot to me that you care, Jin-kyu, but please don't talk about what happened today with my uncle."

His eyes searched her face for a sign that she was downplaying the situation. He was sure that a young woman like Eunyeong must've been fearful of a hooligan such as the man he had just witnessed. Even after a few seconds had passed, he found no sign of fear. Of course, he was confused by this, but instead of arguing with the woman, he reluctantly nodded his head in agreement with her request. She released a breath of relief before she smiled a polite smile at the man. He gave a low grunt in response and then turned to continue doing his job.

It had been just before the sun began to set that the market began to close for the day. Eunyeong helped Jin-kyu lock up the farm's shop. They each carried a stick with two baskets full of excessive products hanging on the ends. In the royal areas of the country, they may have looked out of place. In the farming area of the country, they looked right at home. It was a common sight to see farmworkers struggling to carry such a weighted stick around on their shoulders. They walked alongside together along the gravel road. Their feet ached, but the pain they would feel later would be worth it. There was pride in working until your body ached. Not because it was fun to feel such pain, but because the pain seemed little when compared to the sight of their families enjoying a meal they had worked so hard to provide.

"Do you think that uncle's cow has gone into labor yet?" Eunyeong spoke up, breaking the silence that had embedded itself between the two farmworkers.

"Should have. Why? Looking forward to seeing the calf?" Jin-kyu responded. She could hear the teasing in his voice. Her mouth had just opened to reply when the old man next to her went crashing down onto the gravels beside her. Eunyeong gasped loudly, throwing the stick on her shoulders to the ground quickly. A figure raced her to Jin-kyu's body and before she could help the man to his feet, he was being turned over onto his back. A fist crashed against the old man's rough face. And then another. Eunyeong screamed out in anger. She kicked the old man's attacked away from his body. Jin-kyu looked up at her with wide eyes. His cheek was already beginning to bruise from the attack.

"Run Eunyeong," he spat out. When his attacker when to touch him again, the woman turned and lifted her discarded stick from the group. She turned and swung the wooden stick at the stranger's back as forcefully as she could manage. He howled with pain and covered the sound of the stick colliding against his figure. Taking advantage of the man's weakened state, she kicked him to the ground again before she rushed to help her coworker stand up. Together they ran towards the farm. Eunyeong held onto her stick as if her life depended on it. Every few seconds she would glance over her shoulder to see if the attacker was still following. He seemed to vanish completely after a few moments passed.

The woman was taken by surprise when she turned her head towards the direction of the farm. It had been so close, yet something was blocking her and Jin-kyu from reaching it. Three men stood in the middle of the pathway. She could recognize one as the previous attacker. Both she and her coworker came to a quick halt. Their chests rose and fell with short, quick breaths.

"Jin-kyu, what should we do?" Eunyeong breathed out. When she looked over at the man he was staring straight ahead with wide eyes. He was as clueless as she was. She grimaced at the realization. They were in trouble now. Her fingers wrapped themselves even tighter around the stick in her hand. If these men were looking for a fight then she would surely do her best to give them one.

The men suddenly raced towards her and the old man next to her. She swallowed nervously before she threw herself in front of Jin-kyu. When the first man reach her, she sent a forceful kick towards him. He grabbed her leg and held it as a blocking mechanism. Without his hands, he wasn't able to block the blow of the stick in the woman's hands. A vibrant ping echoed throughout the evening air as the stick clashed against the man's skull. He staggered backward, his hands flying up to hold his injured head. The woman quickly went to work with the other two men. She swung her stick towards them with confidence. Adrenaline was rushing through her veins as she did her best to defend both herself and Jim-kyu from the men. She was able to get one of the men in the eye with her stick. He cried out with surprise and stumbled into his companion, causing both of their balances to weaken.

Seeing an opportunity open up, she shot her foot out and wrapped it around the uninjured man's ankle before harshly jerking her foot. The man lost his balance completely and crashed to the ground. The other man still held onto his eye. Jin-kyu surprised the woman by swinging his fist at the attacker. The man's hand left his eye as he tried his best to catch his fall. He crashed onto the man who had just gone down seconds before him. The third man suddenly reappeared. He was strong this time, but his focus was no longer on the old man. Now he had a new mission: get rid of the stick in Eunyeong's hands. She fought against his tugs on the stick but ultimately lost her stick. Her eyes widened as a smug expression formed on his face. He snapped the wooden stick over his knee, something that should have been impossible.

"Howon sends a message. He wants you to know that he won't stand for your bold behavior," the man spoke in a deep voice. The other two men stood up soon after. The expression on their faces was less than pleased. The woman screamed in protest as the two men came behind her and held her arms behind her back.

"Eunyeong!" Jin-kyu gasped, stepping towards her. The third man decided at that moment to swing his arm towards the old man's face. Jin-kyu fell onto the ground. He crawled backward as his attacker took a step closer to him. Eunyeong struggled against the men's hold on her arms. Desperation was crawling up her arms and across her chest. If the man was too rough with Jin-kyu then he would kill him. She watched as the man pulled his fist back, ready to deliver yet another blow to the old man. Her eyes narrowed as she watched. Never before in her life had she felt so useless. The man moved his arm, but he wasn't able to land a punch. A blurry figure had tackled the attacker to the ground. Eunyeong could feel the men behind her move and her arms were free. She rushed to Jin-kyu's side and helped him back to his feet quickly. Instead of fighting, she decided to hold onto his hand and rush away from the scene and towards the farm.

She didn't spare a glance over her shoulder. Her heart was pounding and a light layer of sweat coated her skin. She didn't stop running, even when she and the old man had gone through the farm's entrance. Her feet only came to a stop when she had entered her uncle's office. He sat on the floor in front of a table with tea sitting on it. When he got a good look at the frantic pair in front of him, he shot up from his place on the floor.

"What's happened?" He asked with concern in his voice.

"A damned barbarian boy from the market sent his monkeys to attack us!" Jin-kyu growled out. Eunyeong's eyes widened as she looked over the old man.

"Why would he do that?" Her uncle questioned. She looked over at the middle-aged man. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked between her and her fellow farm worker.

Jin-kyu pulled his wrist away from Eunyeong's grasp. She hadn't even noticed that she was still holding onto the man. "He's infatuated with her. Showed up at the market earlier today and tried running over her like some big man. Must've gotten mad that she stood her ground."

Eunyeong's uncle looked her in the eyes. She could see the shock swimming in his dark irises. "Is this true?"

"Jin-kyu has never been a liar," she breathed out.

"If there's trouble like this happening because of you, girl, then I refuse to allow you to work on my farm any longer." Her uncle told her with a stern voice.

"Uncle, it isn't my fault-"

"I don't give a damn whose fault it is!" The man roared, cutting off her words before she could finish speaking. Her eyes widened at the man's outburst. She had never been spoken to by him in such a manner.

"Sir, she didn't mean to cause any trouble. It was the man's fault," Jin-kyu came to her defense. "She works hard."

Her uncle stared at her a few seconds longer before he turned to face the wall behind him. His hand raised to rest on his hips as he scoffed with disbelief. He stayed this way for a minute or so before he suddenly turned and pointed a finger at his niece.

"Let's go. I'll walk you home tonight. It's too dangerous for you to be on your own," he told her.

The tense woman turned to look at her coworker and bowed. "Please get some rest tonight. I am sorry for causing you trouble."

The man didn't say a word to her. She briefly met his eyes before she slipped out into the evening air. Her uncle followed closely behind her. There was a tense silence between the two as they walked through the farm fields and towards her home. She could see her mother's figure on the porch, watching as the two approached from the distance. When they finally arrived, her mother took one look at her and began clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

"You look filthy child," the woman scolded her. Eunyeong could only look down at her dirty hands with shame. How would she face her father after causing such a disturbance for the farm? It was only a matter of seconds before her uncle would begin explaining why she would no longer be permitted to work.

"Where is my brother?" The man beside her asked. She almost winced at his tone. Her mother's eyes grew bigger at the sound. They averted from her uncle's face and fell onto Eunyeong.

"He's inside. His leg is hurting him more than usual today," Eunyeong's mother explained. "What's wrong?"

The man glanced down at his niece. She could feel his eyes on her. Shame was burning her skin. "I need to speak to him for a moment."

The young woman watched as her mother stepped aside, giving her uncle complete access to the entrance of the house. He did not hesitate in walking inside.

"Mom, I'm so sorry," Eunyeong spoke slowly. Her head was bowed with shame. "Uncle is going to forbid me from working on the farm any longer."

She heard her mother draw in a deep breath. For a moment she thought this was due to surprise brought on by the news. She was corrected when her mother sighed and said, "It was only a matter of time. Women are not meant to be farmworkers."

Her mother's words were more painful than her uncle's had been even when he was yelling at her. Her shoulders dropped while her eyes quickly glossed over with tears. Knowing that she had let down her family was the worst feeling she had ever felt. A blade in her heart would have been less painful than the feeling she experienced at that moment. Footsteps approached the entrance of the house. Her uncle was already departing? She couldn't look up. She didn't want him to see her shameful expression or the tears in her eyes. The feeling of his eyes on her felt like the sun's rays on the hottest summer day. The air in her lungs got stuck in her throat. The man didn't say a word to her, but bid good night to her mother. He bowed and then he left.

Her mother didn't waste another second outside. She listened as the woman retreated into their home and when she knew the woman was gone completely she dropped to her knees. Her head raised so that her eyes could take in the evening sky. Silent curses left her parted lips as her hands swatted away stray tears. The universe had given her an opportunity to prove herself worthy and she had failed to do that. It hurt to know that even her best was not enough.

"I won't give up," she whispered to the empty sky. It was a promise to both herself and the universe that tonight's events wouldn't hold her back from pursuing her goals. She would show her parents that she could do it. She would continue to put food on the table for them. Nothing, not even a foolish man like Howon, could stop her.

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mysticalkmagines-blog · 8 years ago

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Mistaken Intruder (Hoya - Infinite)

Word count: 1564

I was packing my final pieces of clothing as music blasted through my speakers. I was excited to spend a weekend with my cousin, Hyojun. I haven’t seen him since he moved to Seoul. I visited him pretty much daily when he still lived in Pohang, so it’s weird for me to haven’t seen him in months. Now that I finally have a break from university I booked a train ticket to Seoul. He sounded full of excitement when I spoke to him on the phone. He also told me that he would be home late on the day I’d arrive, therefor he said I should pick up the spare key at my aunt’s. It sounded kind of weird considering that he doesn’t live alone. Why would you leave your spare key so far away from home? But I didn’t question him on it and just went with it.

It was finally time to go. I zipped up my suitcase and put it on the floor. I grabbed my backpack and suitcase as I started my trip. The bus stop was about a 10-minute walk away, luckily the weather is wonderful today. Soon enough I reached the bus stop and a couple of minutes later the bus arrived. Music was blasting through my earphones as I looked outside, the city passing by on my way to Pohang station. Before I even processed everything, I was already boarding the KTX to Seoul. Just a few more hours until I get to see Hyojun again. Hopefully his housemate won’t be too awkward to hang out with.

I finally arrived in Seoul around 9 o’clock in the evening. Now I just needed to get to the place where Hyojun lives. Luckily he sent me some messages about which busses I can take, so it should be fairly easy. I was slightly bouncy, I felt really energetic. After 20 minutes on one of the busses Hyojun recommended I make it to his apartment building. While dragging my suitcase behind me I walked into the building. I reached the elevator and went inside, too lazy to use the stairs. “Let’s see… Floor….” I spoke to myself as I tried to remember which floor I needed to go to. By now the clock had hit 10 o’clock. I guess leaving the station and getting on the bus took longer than I expected.

The elevator dinged once I reached the right floor and I stepped out of the elevator. Within 2 minutes I reached the right apartment. I quickly looked for the keys in my backpack. After a few seconds, I found them and opened the door. ‘Hmm, it’s quite dark in here.’ I thought. I just assumed that whoever he lives with was out as well. Hopefully Hyojun will be home before his housemate gets home. I’m too socially awkward to interact with him. I moved my suitcase inside and closed the door behind me. As I was looking for a light switch I was wondering why I didn’t look for one when the door was still open. At least I’d have some light from the hallway. I’m such an idiot.

I finally felt a switch on the wall and I switched it with a smile on my face, feeling accomplished. As I turned around to check out the apartment I was met with a guy pointing a knife at me. I screamed as I jumped backwards, making me fall over my suitcase and end up on my butt. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” He asked me as he closed in on me. I was scooting as far back as I could until my back hit the wall. “I’m ___, Hyojun’s cousin, I’m visiting him for a week.” I looked at him with fearful eyes as he came closer to me, still clutching the knife in his hand. “Well if that is so, why hasn’t he told me anything about it?” He dropped down in front of me, making me eye the knife that kept coming closer and closer. “I don’t know, I really don’t know.” I said as I started to cry. This is definitely not how I imagined to start my week in Seoul. Not that I was planning on this to happen at some other point of the week.

“Crying will not make me trust you any more, you know.” He said in a stern voice. “All I want right now is my cousin, I couldn’t care less about your trust. It’s not like I’m trusting you while you’re pointing a knife at my face.” I said with a little bit of confidence that bubbled up inside of me. “Listen, I don’t have time for these games. Tell me who you are and why you are here, now.” “I already told you.” Please let Hyojun come home soon, please. “I guess I will call the police then, you liar.” He brought the knife even closer to my face.

He opened his mouth to speak again, but was interrupted by the door being opened. I looked at the door with tearful eyes, hoping Hyojun doesn’t have another crazy person living with him. The door opening revealed my cousin, thank goodness. “Hyojun!” I yelled, happy to see him as a couple of tears streamed down my face. “____! Hoya! What is going on here?!” He asked, confusion clear in his voice. “Wait, you know her?” The guy named Hoya said. “She’s my cousin.” Hyojun said. “I told you so…” I said to Hoya with a trembling voice. “Why didn’t you tell me she’s coming over?! I would’ve prepared some stuff. I wouldn’t think she’s a burglar and threaten her with a knife!” He withdrew the knife and I quickly got up and ran into Hyojun’s arms.

“I’m sorry man, I totally forgot. I’m really busy at work.” My tiny figure was engulfed in my cousin’s arms as I slowly calmed down. “___, I’m sorry for scaring you. If I had known I wouldn’t have done this. I’m Howon, but you can call me Hoya. I promise I’ll make it up to you sometime this week.” He said with a regretful smile. “I-, it’s okay. I get where you’re coming from. I’m ____.” I sighed, glad that the ordeal was over. “Come on, let’s get you settled.” Hyojun said. He grabbed my suitcase and started walking to the guestroom. I gave Hoya a careful smile as I passed him. “This’ll be your room for the next few days.” “Thank you, I love it.” I said while looking around the room. “Sorry about Hoya, I forgot to give him a heads up, so please don’t blame him.” “I won’t, I would probably have the same reaction.”

We walked out of the guestroom together, well more like Hyojun walked out and I followed him like an obedient dog, because I had no idea what to do or where to go. Luckily Hyojun’s plan was to give me a little tour of the apartment. “And we will end this tour in the living room.” He said in a weird tone. I looked around and saw Hoya sit on the couch. “Do you want to watch a movie?” He asked. I assumed he was already planning on doing so considering that there was popcorn and other junk food on the table. “Uhm, sure. What movie are we going to watch?” “I was thinking of watching Dear John.” He answered. “Sure, why not. What about you?” I asked as I looked at my cousin. “I’d love to, but I think I’m just going to shower and go to sleep for today. I’m exhausted.” I simply gave him a smile as I walked over to Hoya, who was patting the space on the couch next to him. We both said our goodnights to Hyojun as the movie started.

About one hour into the movie Hoya spoke up. “I’m really sorry about what happened earlier. I don’t think I can apologise enough. I mean I was threatening you with a knife.” I looked up at him, only to see him looking down at me. “Listen, it’s fine. You really don’t have to apologise anymore. It’s forgiven and forgotten.” I replied with a smile on my face. “Thank you.” He said. We left the conversation at that and continued to watch the movie. As the final 15 minutes started to play, I felt my eyes get heavier and heavier. I was forcing myself to stay awake, but it was a futile attempt.

~Hoya’s POV~

The ending credits started to roll down the screen as I looked to my left. ___ had fallen asleep on my shoulder. I guess she was tired from the long trip to get here. Just as the movie was fully over Hyojun walked in, dragging his feet on the floor. He looked at ___ with a smile as he saw her sleep on my shoulder. “Are you going to stand there or are you going to help me get her to bed?” I softly said. He came over to us and picked her up, being careful not to wake her. “She genuinely isn’t mad at you.” Hyojun said as he started to walk to the guestroom. “I’m still going to apologise to her properly though.” I said with a smile as I turned everything off and went to bed myself.

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