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honeyjaez · 6 years ago

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Maze of Miroh- Chapter 0 Prologue

Warmth. Softness. Love.

Minho’s dreams always felt the same.

The same warmth that radiated on him.

The same blurred out silhouettes, unable to see their faces.

Sometimes depending on the dream he could even pick out their warm smile as they looked down at him. It was truly the only time he ever felt loved.

But then right on que, the faces’ vanish.

He is left alone in the cold and darkness. Thunder booms around him and no one comes to his rescue as his cries fill the void.

Loud banging on his door snapped Minho out of his nightmare, and he was left out of breath as he shot out of bed. He seemed to be in a daze as he looked around his room, sweat dripping down his face.

The loud banging didn’t stop and he outwardly groan, knowing full well who was at his door.

“Oi Minho! Are you still sleeping? Get up you lazy butt!” a voice yelled from the other side. Minho stayed still for a second, gathering his mental strength to deal with the day.

Getting up, he ran his fingers through his messy hair and opened the door to greet his unwelcomed alarm.

There standing on the other side of the door was a man, maybe a year older than Minho himself, with blonde hair and annoyingly pretty eyes. He had a giant smile on his face as he saw Minho glare at him through sleep filled eyes.

“It’s our free day Hyunjae….can we for once NOT wake up at the ass crack of dawn on OUR. ONLY. DAY. OFF?” He emphasized that last part with a hiss. But Hyunjae didn’t seem to hear him, or rather he didn’t care, because he just laughed at the sleepy boy and pushed his way into Minho’s apartment.

In less than 5 minutes Minho found himself dressed, and outside in the cold rubbing his face in frustration. He could feel Hyunjae tap his shoulder and turning towards him he saw the older smirking, flexing his muscles. “Loser buys coffee?”

Minho grinned in response “You are on hyung.”

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Minho loved to run. He loved the feeling of it. Loved the wind whipping past his face. Loved the fast moving scenery around him. Loved the feeling of his burning lungs. All in all, running gave Minho a sense of false freedom.

The sun was now raising steadily and people began to shuffle about. It was the most normal time of day for duo.

After about an hour, they both staggered up to the shop in question, both completely out of breath.

“I……Win” Hyunjae panted while Minho grunted before coughing.

“Yeah right… hyung. I…… was obviously a step ahead of… you” he fought for air as he spoke and they looked at each other for a split second in silence, and then at the same time both broke out into a wide smile as they laughed. Minho felt Hyunjae place an arm on his shoulder and the older straightened up. “You buy mine and I buy yours?”

Minho snorted “Yeah just don’t go buying the most expensive thing this time”

Hyunjae was already halfway through the door when he smiled back “No promisessssss’”

5 minutes later they found themselves out on a bench, both drinking from a small dinky cup overlooking the river. The city behind them erupted in commotion as more and more people woke up preparing for the day. Minho winced as a particularly loud crash hit his ears, and he could already feel a headache coming on. He held his head in between his hands in hopes to quiet the lively city behind him.

“You okay Minie?” Hyunjae asked, poking the top of his head lightly.

Minho didn’t respond at first, but before Hyunjae could poke him again he grumbled a reply.

“Neh hyung? Do you ever wish….it was you know…..quieter?”

He felt Hyunjae chuckle besides him as he placed a hand comfortingly on Minho’s back. “Lee Minho are you asking the great city of Spector to quiet down old man?”

Minho snorted “Who is older between the two of us again?”

“Physically? Yes. But mentally? You are as old as my grandpa before he passed on”

“No arguments there” Minho said smiling slightly. He turned to look at Hyunjae who looked like he was lost in old memories at the mention of his passing grandfather. “Do you miss him?”

That question seemed to snap Hyunjae back to the present because he looked back at Minho with sadness in his eyes. “Grandpa? Not really….I guess…” he struggled to find the right words “I don’t have a lot of memories of him.” Turning back to the water, Minho noticed a sad smile gracing his face. “Its weird….he only died last year. But when I think about him…..no memories jump out.”’

Minho nodded, understanding the feeling completely. He had only been an orphan for 8 years now, but whenever he thinks back to his parents, nothing comes up. Not even their faces. Which is weird considering he was 13 when they died. It makes him feel like a horrible son, who already seemed to forget his parent’s faces.

“But what is this depressed atmosphere?!” Hyunjae suddenly perked up “It’s Free day! Let’s not ruin it with the sadness!” He pulled Minho up alongside of him, a warm smile on his face as he looked at him. “What are you going to do today?” he questioned softly. Minho shrugged in response, turning away so that he wouldn’t see his face flush. “Not sure yet. You?”

“I promised Jeongwoo I would help him today.” Hyunjae squeezed his shoulder. “You could come with us you know.” His voice was soft and warm as he looked down at him.

Minho was about to agree, the thought of spending all day brings joy to his mind. But suddenly a flash of thunder and darkness returned to his attention and he was reminded of his dreams.

No, he wanted to spend the day alone, with this thoughts.

He let out a small laugh and turned towards Hyunjae who looked at him closely. “I’m okay. I think I’m gonna go on another run, then head home and clean.”

Hyunjae who had been friends with Minho long enough and was used to his random phases of aloofness knew better than to argue. He just nodded and let go of his shoulder, stepping back “Alright, but if you change your mind, you’ll know where we will be.”

Minho nodded and said his goodbye as he took off in the opposite direction.

He didn’t make it very far before a mess of fiery red hair caught Minho’s attention. He slowed down to see a somewhat familiar face sitting in the grass by a big bolder.

It was an odd scenery to Minho, not for the red haired boy, but for the fact that he knew said boy and said boy was surrounded by a bunch of little children. Minho thought hard about where he knew this boy’s freckled face from and suddenly it hit him.

“Felix-”

To say Felix and Minho were acquaintances was an overstatement. Felix started working at the same factory as Hyunjae’s and his maybe 2 to 3 months ago and he had not yet once spoken to the younger. Minho was never one for small talk.

But now, seeing Felix like this, with children holding onto his every word as he told a seemingly impossible tale….well let’s just say Minho found himself intrigued. He walked forward, off to the side so that he wouldn’t interrupt but close enough that could still hear the story Felix was telling.

“-and so, as his friend gave his dying breath, the fairy granted the young child’s wish and they found themselves in a large magical forest, thousands of miles away from the kings cruelty. There were clear skies, and a crystal blue lake nearby. The children, finally free began to run around in complete delight. But the one single boy looked out and cried tears of joyful sorrow, for it was through his best friends sacrifice that the rest of the little kids could live in harmony and bliss, with no worry in sight for many year to come. The End.”

There was dead silence following Felix’s ending and Minho almost laughed at the wide eyed children. Quickly one by one the children began to protest.

“What do you mean his best friend had to die!?”

“Yeah! Why couldn’t they go together?”

“Felixxx hyung! Bring his best friend back!”

Felix chuckled, and picked a little girl who had been crying in the front row up, and placed her in his lap as he looked at the others sniveling children. “But that’s the moral of the story little ones. Sometimes the sacrifice of one, no matter how sad it may be is necessary. His best friend was willing to do it because it was for a better cause.” Minho narrowed his own eyes as he detected a hint of broken emotion in those words being said, like they held a deeper meaning.

But alas, the kids began to argue with him again and Felix chuckled. “Okay, okay fine. The best friend comes back to life after the fairy witnesses his selfless actions and they all live happily ever after.”

“YAY!” the crowed roared.

As the group of children began to disperse in the park, Felix placed the little girl down, making her smile with a funny face and turned around.

That’s when he noticed Minho.

Minho didn’t realize how awkward this situation could have been before he had sat down, and now his face heated up as he tried to remember how to talk. From the wide eyed look Felix was giving Minho, it looked like he had a similar problem.

“H-Hi” Felix said, his deep running Minho through a loop as always.

“A-Ah yeah….Hi” Minho smiled sheepishly back. “I’m Minho.”

Felix nodded, sitting back down across from him and Minho awed momentarily at his red hair that once again flamed in the light. “I know who you are….we work together” Felix mused seemly able to gain his confidence back.

Minho on the other hand, was still struggling.

“Y-Yeah. Anyways…Sorry…this is probably super awkward since we don’t really know each other and I’m not a kid….” Minho was flailing his arms around in desperation. “I just saw you and was curious and Oh god I’m awkward.”

At this Felix smiled widely, his dimples poking out as he shook his head. “Not at all Minho-ssi! And even if you were I get along with awkward people better.”

Minho visibly relaxed in his spot.

“So what did you think?”

The question caught Minho off guard and he tilted his head in confusion “What did I think about what?”

Felix smiled confidently “My story”

Making an O shape with his mouth, Minho suddenly struggled with words again.

“Oh! I….. uh.,… It was…”

Felix saved Minho by placing a hand on his shoulder. “Calm down Minho-ssi I was just kidding!” he was laughing with amusement sparkling in his eyes. That’s when Minho knew what he wanted to ask. His flustered demeanor calmed down and he looked at Felix with a stiff gaze.

“Was it really just a story?”

This time it was Felix’s turn to be caught off guard as he stopped laughing and he looked at Minho with an unreadable expression. Just like a switch. “What?”

“That ending. The moral of the story where some sacrifices are needed for a better cause. That’s not your typical kid’s story. I don’t know… it seemed rather important to you”

Felix didn’t respond to the accusation as he was too focused on staring intently at Minho. He saw something flash in the boys eyes like fascination but it was so quick that Minho couldn’t tell if hat actually happened, or if it was the trick of the light.

After a few more moments Felix simply shrugged and stood up, holding out a hand for Minho. “What can I say, I am into the edgy stuff.”

“Clearly” Minho said rolling his eyes in faint amusement as he took Felix’s hand.

“So Minho-ssi-“

“Hyung.” When Felix looked quizzically at him he waved his hands in front of his face. “Call me hyung please I can’t stand formalities like that”

Felix smiled at him again “Okay…Minho hyung” he motioned for them to walk towards the railing overlooking the river. “What brings you to Felix’s Story Time?”

Minho laughed quietly “Like I said I was interested.”

“In what?”

“The idea I guess?” Minho shrugged looking out to the river. “That world….the magical forest, blue sky, never-ending trees.” He mused. “Sounds pretty damn great”

“Yeah… it does huh?” Felix took the space next to him, mirroring his actions. Another flash of thunder flew past Minho’s mind and he sighed in disappointment. “Too bad it will never become a reality.”

Felix’s head snapped towards Minho as he continued to look at the river. “And who says that?”

Minho snorted at the younger boy bitterly. “Come on, forests like that don’t exists anymore you know that. And even if it did it’s not like The Order will let us just live out there in peace.”

There was silence between the two for a few moments.

“What if The Order wasn’t in charge?”

Felix murmured quietly so that others didn’t hear, and ss the words registered in Minho’s mind he turned to look curiously at the brave boy. Speaking ill of The Order, no matter how oppressive they are was not something done lightly. And he commended this young boy silently for saying it. He was already braver than Minho. Before he could ask Felix what he meant there was a ringing sound that hit both their ears.

Felix looked down at his pocket, then at Minho with an apologetic smile. He mouthed a ‘sorry’ as he answered the phone, taking a few steps away from him.

“Innie where are you?” Minho heard Felix hush into the phone. There was silence and then an exasperated sigh from Felix himself. “Are you serious Innie?! You can’t keep doing this! If Channie hyung found out I’ve been sneaking you out like this-“ the rest was muffled out as Felix stepped farther away from Minho, who was already rather interested in the conversation. He sighed as he gave up trying to eavesdrop and tried to grasp his head around what Felix said.

What if The Order wasn’t in charge?

Certainly it would make life better, but it’s not like we can just kick them out. Only fools fought a losing battle, and this was most certainly a losing battle. Better to just settle for what you can get instead of dying for a dream.

“Sorry about that” Felix interrupted Minho’s thoughts as he walked back, placing the phone in his pocket. “I actually have to go….family emergency it was good getting to talk to you though finally!”

“Yeah” Minho nodded faintly.

“See you at work tomorrow?” Felix raised his fist up, motioning for Minho to fist bump him and he couldn’t help but smile softly at the pure innocence that was Lee Felix. He bumped his own fist against the red haired boys.

“Always”

The rest of the day went by in a blur for Minho. He made it home, but couldn’t find it in himself to clean. All he could think about was the darkness of his dreams being replaced by the warm greenery of Felix’s dream world.

Maybe….just maybe, if he made a sacrifice, would those silhouette figures come back and enjoy the new world with him?

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crispykingchan · 6 years ago

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District 9 - Prologue: Felix

Part I | Prologue: Jisung | Prologue: Hyunjin | Prologue Seungmin

Name: Lee Yongbok

Code Name: Felix

Special Talent: Martial Arts and intimidation

Weapon of choice: LHR Combat Knife

T/W: Mentions of blood

Felix’s earliest memory is of his dad, his dad holding him tight as Felix fell asleep, telling him the story of Miroh… Miroh, the government, the oppressors, the people who took over the country and ruled it tyrannically. His dad used to be a Miroh soldier, not by choice, barely anyone was a Miroh soldier by choice in those days. They stole you away from your families and trained you promising freedom once the rebellion was crushed, but the rebellion could never truly be destroyed. His father barely got out alive, many were not as lucky.

Felix’s father had moved to the simple farming village of Agra in his mid thirties trying to get away from Miroh, trying to finally get his life back… and he did. He met a woman, a beautiful woman, and soon they had a son. Felix was raised knowing the truth of Miroh, he knew the dangers. As soon as he could walk his father trained him, trained him to be stronger to know how to fight, just in case Miroh found him and tried to take him away from his father just as his father had been taken away from his family.

Soon, he had mastered Kung Fu, Taekwondo and Judo, as well as kick boxing and knife fighting. He was unbeatable but still he never stopped training. Felix couldn’t risk it, he had to be strong, for his mother, for his younger sisters. His father and him would travel to the forest every day and train until dusk. His father, however got weak and struggled to keep up with Felix, he got sick. He was too sick to go with Felix to the forest that day. Felix knew he shouldn’t have gone to train, he should’ve stayed and helped look after his father. But he went anyway. His heart screaming at him, warning him but he ignored the tightness in his stomach, until it was too late.

The bombs dropped without warning, knowing expected it, Miroh had been expanding its boundaries rapidly, but all the way to Agra? So far away from the Capital District? Felix’s sinking feeling only grew as he turned seeing the plume of smoking rising in the direction of his home.

He ran, not hesitating a second. His father was ok. His mother was ok. His sisters were ok. He repeated these thoughts but the hole in his stomach kept telling him otherwise. Miroh would never stop until everyone kneeled to them. His father would never follow them, he would try to fight them. He would be killed. Felix couldn’t stand the thoughts racing through his head.

He reached the top of the hill and dropped to his knees. His house… his family… gone. His father splayed across the ground, uncomfortable still, hand on his old knife, his mother no where to be seen, his sisters in chains being dragged by Miroh soldiers. He couldn’t let this happen but his body wouldn’t move, he could only watch. The tears streamed down his face, why. How. How could he have let this happen? No. How could Miroh have done this? His tears of sorrows turned to tears of rage. Miroh took everything from him.

The Miroh soldiers had left and Felix still couldn’t move, until he saw movement from the wreckage of his destroyed home. His mother pulled herself from planks and he ran to her. He threw the boards off her body.

Oh god, there was so much blood. “Felix,” she groaned, “my beautiful son, you need to run. Please,” tears were streaming down her face, from the pain or the loss. He held her hand, “Mom, I can’t leave yo-“ he sobbed, the last word coming out choked. She smiled warmly at him, knowing she wouldn’t survive, but he could. “You need to live, you need to grow up, live a good life, I love you my son,” she says. She coughs, blood streams down her chin, and he hand loosens on his and her eyes glaze over. Felix holds back a sob. He needs to be strong for her. He stands up, grabbing his fathers knife. Then he runs, he runs and he runs. Until he knows he’s too far away for Miroh to catch him.

He runs tears streaming down his face a single thought on his mind, “I need to find the rebellion, I need to end Miroh once and for all”.

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