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omegaxlore · 7 months

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바람 - 한정훈

word count: 4050 trigger / content warning : near-death , suffocation

Junghoon was four-years-old when he figured out he could manipulate the wind. At first he tried by force, using exaggerated hand motions or even swinging his arms around, and it didn’t work. Junghoon felt defeated but he knew he had control over it. Of course his parents thought his imagination was just as colorful and full of life as it could be for a toddler. The first day of kindergarten is when he figured out how to manipulate the wind. One of the kids in his class, Sujin, pushed him off one of the jungle gym sets he was playing on. The winds picked up as Junghoon angrily stood up and pushed the boy back. Sujin fell to the ground and the winds were blowing hard, dust had even gotten into his eyes. Sujin of course cried wolf and both boys were sent to the principal's office.

Despite Junghoon’s scraped knees and elbows, he was punished for pushing back. He was given a strict lesson about having to be the bigger person and not to fight back because violence is never the answer. Junghoon found it unfair. While he had to sit in the principal’s office doing busy work for the rest of the school day, Sujin got a light slap on the wrist and a reminder to play nice before going back to class.

As Junghoon sat in the principal’s office, thinking about his ‘bad decision’ the wind outside picked up rapidly. Dust and leave wildly whipped around. Junghoon hadn’t even noticed until the principal said something. Junghoon lifted his head, bad mood disappearing. Just as his bad mood was disappearing the wind outside died down. The principal shrugged and went back to work. But Junghoon was not fascinated with his discovery. He thought about how he was pushed off and punished for it. His anger grew and the wind began to pick up, this time the large trees swayed with uncertainty that they would stay rooted. Junghoon then started to think about his dog waiting for him at home and he became happy and the wind came to a still.

That was it. Negative emotions. He just needed to learn to control his emotions and how it affects the winds. He could tame what now was his. He had a mission, and he had a target.

Junghoon sits in his backyard. A light warm breeze brushes by every so often without Junghoon willing it to. The shade of the tree keeps him cool on the warm spring day. Junghoon holds a book, barely having just started the book, but eyes freeze over a word. A name.

Sujin.

Junghoon hasn’t thought about him since that day. He has done his best to repress the memory. He didn’t mean for anything that bad to happen. He had lost control of his ability.

White clouds slowly begin to cover the sunny sky.

The memory choppily plays over in Junghoon’s mind but he tries to force the memory back. It was an accident. Nothing was suppose to go that far.

Sujin was never suppose to scream. Junghoon didn’t mean to scare him. He didn’t mean to chase Sujin down. Sujin wasn’t suppose to run. Junghoon’s emotions had gotten the best of him. Sujin was never suppose to be in the road. He wasn’t suppose to get hit. He wasn’t suppose to fall into a coma.

The doctors’ said he was lucky that the impact of the car and hitting the asphalt didn’t kill him, but it was enough to take away his ability to walk normally. What they didn’t know was that Junghoon had somehow used his ability to catch Sujin before he hit the ground and gently let him down. It had taken a lot of his energy too.

Junghoon lied that day. Told his parents, Sujin’s parents, police, and doctors that they were playing too close to the road and Sujin got hit. It killed something inside of him. The guilt ate at him so bad the wind had picked up so much everyone though a tornado was going to happen.

Sujin woke up a couple days later with no memory of what happened. Junghoon made it his goal to befriend Sujin to ease and help his conscience to live with what he had done. The two became inseparable best friends until Sujin moved away to the States a couple years later.

“Junghoon!” His mother calls. Junghoon looks up from his book. The sky is covered in dark gray clouds that look like it will rain, but Junghoon knows they won’t. He doesn’t have the ability to cause rain.

Junghoon’s mother waves him inside. Junghoon stands and feels a tear run down his cheek. He quickly wipes it away and closes his book without bookmarking his page. He quickly crosses the yard.

Junghoon closes the door behind him when he walks in. He places the book back on his family bookshelf. He turns to find his father walking in the door from work. The two head to the dinner table to eat. Junghoon’s mother places the last dish on the table before sitting down.

“Those rain clouds came out of nowhere. It didn’t say it would rain this week,” Junghoon’s father states.

“It won’t,” Junghoon answers before shoveling more food into his mouth. His mother’s cooking was always his favorite. He’d be too embarrassed to admit it’s a reason why he hasn’t moved out of his parent’s home yet.

The three eat in silence.

“How many days have you worked this week?” His father asks. Junghoon mentally rolls his eyes, he knew this was coming.

“None,” Junghoon answers. His mother sighs.

“Why can’t you just find a better job?” His father questions, slightly irritated, “we understand you love to work in a coffee shop and you’ve been creating new recipes, but working only a handful days out of the month isn’t good enough, Junghoon.”

“Why can’t I just do something that makes me happy?” Junghoon retorts and immediately regrets it. He knows what can of worms he just opened.

“We want you to be hap-” His mother gets cut off.

“We want you to be successful. To live on your own one day,” Junghoon’s father interrupts.

“I’m trying my best. I’m applying. Trying to find things I want to do and it’s not easy. They want all these requirements and qualifications,” Junghoon counters.

“Well try harder!” His father raises his voice.

“I’m sorry!” Junghoon yells back, “I never seem to be good enough to your standards. I keep trying and trying and when I succeed it’s not good enough and I need to move on to the next thing!” Junghoon rages, his heartbeat rising. The winds outside blow crazy. He stares his parents down waiting for a response.

Instead his mother breaks out in a coughing fit, gasping for air. His father coughs a couple of times and reaches for his throat.

Junghoon's mother grabs her shirt, coughing and trying to gasp for air. His father barely makes a sound but is squirming in his seat.

“You can’t guilt me like I’m killing you,” Junghoon shakes with rage. Then his mother falls out of her chair onto the floor, and his dad’s face begins to turn blue. He falls to the floor immediately. His father’s eyes rolling back into his head, and he now tries to breathe through his mouth.

Junghoon begins to panic and he rushes to his parents' side.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s happening,” Junghoon panics, not knowing what to do. He doesn’t touch them, afraid he’ll hurt them. “Please stop!” He yells and suddenly both gasp for air and breathe heavily. Junghoon’s eyes are filled with tears.

Junghoon moves closer to his mother and helps her sit up as she inhales deeply and exhales short.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Junghoon asks.

“I… I don’t know,” his mother answers slowly, “It felt like… suddenly couldn’t breathe… I was trying.” Junghoon takes a deep breath. He couldn’t have done this right? His ability was just the wind, not oxygen.

“It felt like,” his father coughs, “oxygen just disappeared.” Junghoon helps his mother into her seat and then his father.

“You guys should rest for the night,” Junghoon suggests. His parents both agree and he helps both of them to their bed.

“I’ll check on your guys throughout the night, just in case,” Junghoon tells them.

“Good boy,” his mother smiles towards him, “we’ll be okay.” His mother grabs Junghoon’s hand and squeezes it. Junghoon sadly smiles at her.

Junghoon leaves the room, closing the door behind him. Suddenly couldn’t breathe? No oxygen? Could he have done it? Why did nothing affect him? He was drinking water just like his parents and eating the same food. In the same house, same room.

Junghoon looks over his shoulder at the door and decides to leave. He exits out the house and runs. Just run. Don’t stop. The wind flows with him, making him think he was moving faster.

The wind stops, and Junghoon could feel the burning in his legs. He bends over, resting his hand on his knees and breathing hard. He looks up and spots a bench. He takes a seat.

Junghoon leans forward and covers his face with his hands and cries.

“I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean it,” He whispers, “I didn’t ask for any of this.”

“No, you didn’t…and I’m so sorry,” a voice tells him. Junghoon freezes. He slowly raises his head from his hands. The whole area is covered in fog. It’s hard to see even a foot in front of him.

“Who said that?” Junghoon asks, catching his breath.

The fog suddenly clears and that’s when he sees them.

They raise their head and remove the hood from their hair. They look at Junghoon and softly smile. Junghoon stares back at them.

“Hi, Junghoon,” they greet, “I’m Poaegi.”

Poaegi takes a few steps closer to Junghoon and sits on their knees, their butt resting against the heels of their feet.

“I don’t-”

“It’s okay,” Poaegi cuts him off, “you didn’t mean it. Just like the other time… you didn’t ask for these abilities.”

“Who are you? Really?” Junghoon asks.

“Really, I am Poaegi. That is my name,” Poaegi repeats, “I can help, but only if you want. I am aware of your abilities Han Junghoon. The ability to manipulate the wind and oxygen.”

Junghoon freezes.

“Are you like me?” Junghoon questions.

“Sort of. I share some of you abilities, but I cannot do everything you do,” Poaegi explains.

“Then how are you able to help me? You can’t do everything I can,” Junghoon counters.

Poaegi smiles, “I cleared the fog with ease, didn’t I? You don’t even know how you caused it. You root your abilities from negative emotions. I know how to control and hone that.” Poaegi stands up. “I am also aware of your other abilities.”

“Other abilities?” Junghoon asks, his stomach drops. No, he didn’t want more.

“Yup! You have more than what you know,” Poaegi smiles, “I know all about them. How to control them? Entirely not sure, but I know the basics.”

“You really aren’t selling yourself, you know,” Junghoon retorts. Poaegi shrugs.

“It’s better than nothing.” They had a point. It was better than nothing.

“So you can teach me how to control my abilities?” Junghoon inquires. Poaegi hands Junghoon a letter and a small card. Poaegi +82 XX XXXX YYYY .

“Think about it,” Poaegi tells him, “for now go home. Be with your parents. Sleep on the idea. It’s a big step you have to take.”

A small cluster of fog appears over Junghoon’s head as he stares at the card.

“Hey,” Poaegi calls for his attention. Junghoon raises his head. Poaegi blows air at the cluster of fog and it disappears. Junghoon just stares at them, somehow feeling a little lighter than he has all day.

“Go home Han Junghoon,” Poaegi smiles. They pull the hood back over their head and disappear into the fog. Suddenly the fog disappears and Poaegi is nowhere to be seen. Junghoon looks down at the card one more time before standing up from the bench and walking home.

“I spent the day looking for potential jobs,” Junghoon states at the dinner table the next night, “and I think I found one. But there is a catch.”

“Catch?” His father’s eyebrows fur together.

“It’s far away. A couple hours,” Junghoon tells them, “but they said they’re willing to offer room and board for me for a little while.” His parents look at each other quite surprised.

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” Junghoon’s mother begins, “what is the job?”

“It’s a librarian position,” Junghoon starts, “but they are in the middle of renovating the library. So for now they need help with clearing the library out. During renovations they plan to go through all the books, toss out old books and order new ones and catalog them.”

“What happens after renovations are complete?” Junghoon’s father questions.

“I will help restock the library of its book and work in the coffee shop and be the librarian assistant as well,” Junghoon answers.

“I thought you needed a degree to be a librarian?” Junghoon’s mother looks at her husband. Junghoon nods his head, just taking another bite of his food.

Junghoon covers his mouth, “to be a librarian, yes. But not a librarian assistant.” His mother nods her head.

“I think it sounds great,” She smiles at him, “have you already applied?”

Junghoon shakes his head, “I wanted to make sure moving away wouldn’t be an issue first. But I plan to apply after dinner.” His father nods his head. They continue to eat in silence the rest of their meal.

Junghoon walks into his room. He sits at his desk. He picks up the letter Poaegi gave him. He takes a deep breath looking over the contents one more time.

Dear Han Junghoon,

I’m sorry for the abilities you were gifted. You never asked for them. Nothing is your fault. If you want the chance to learn to control your abilities so nothing like those accidents never happen again, please reach out.

If you want to learn to control your abilities I can give you what you want and what your parents want. Tell them you have been offered or found a job to be a librarian assistant. The library is under renovation right now, so make sure to let your parents know too. You can come up with the rest. I’ll happily play along.

I don’t want you to suffer from what you never asked for. Some call it a blessing… others call it a curse. Sleep on the decision. Even if you don’t make it right away I will be waiting, but I do not have forever. Something is coming… but I’ll only tell you more when you arrive. I hope to see you soon.

Poaegi

Junghoon puts down the letter and picks up the small card. He pulls out his phone and dials the number. He takes a deep breath.

“Hello Junghoon,” Poaegi’s voice flows through the phone. He could hear the smile in their voice.

“Hi,” Junghoon responds, and exhales a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in. Then there was a brief silence. How should he go about this? Just say he wants them to teach him about his abilities.

“Are you sure?” Poaegi asks, worry in their voice, “you are hesitating.”

Junghoon clears his throat and sits up in his chair, “no, no, no. I want this. Sorry. It just doesn’t really feel real. I never thought I would accept this part of myself.” Poaegi laughs.

“Oh my dear,” Poaegi calms themself, “this is just the beginning. Just you wait. You will learn to control you abilities and much more… I will say it’s not an easy task and I can’t guarantee you won’t get hurt, but I can promise you control.”

“Whatever it takes to control it,” Junghoon tells them.

“Okay,” Poaegi answers, “look at the letter I handed to you.” Junghoon picks up the papers again, but they look different. “Now you will see a map and an address for the library. You can arrive as soon as tomorrow if you wish. Everything will be ready once you arrive.” Junghoon stares at the map.

“Okay,” Junghoon tells Poaegi, “I’ll be there soon.”

“Until then Junghoon,” Poaegi ends the call.

Junghoon takes another deep breath, his heart beating hard. Why is he so nervous? He looks over everything in his room. His childhood bedroom. 23 years here, and he has to pack it up and leave. Should he take everything? Or should he only take what he will need. He doesn’t know how long it will take to master abilities. Will he be allowed to come home if he asks? Poaegi seems like a reasonable person.

Junghoon loudly sighs and stands up from his desk and lays on his bed. It can all be a problem for tomorrow.

Junghoon stands in front of the Ethereal Trove Library. A small handful of suitcases in front of him, his parents standing behind him.

Junghoon turns to face his parents.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to walk you up?” His mother asks.

“I’m sure. I can do this. I’m a grown boy now, mom,” Junghoon laughs, causing her to laugh too.

“You are. All grown up,” His mother sighs looking at him, “don’t be afraid to reach out or come home if you need to.” Junghoon nods, smiling at his mother. Then he turns to his father.

“You’re going to do good,” his father states, “don’t overwork yourself. Moving from a handful of days a month to full time is going to be hard. But we’ll always be a phone call away.”

“Thanks, dad,” Junghoon smiles. His father pulls him in for a hug and then his mother.

“Well,” Junghoon smiles, “here I go.” Junghoon grabs his suitcases and pulls them up the staircase.

Junghoon opens the doors and pulls his luggage inside, letting the door close behind him.

“Hello? Who’s there?” Poaegi calls and soon appears out from behind a library shelf and a lot of stacked books.

“Junghoon! You finally arrived!” Poaegi greets and hurries over to him, “you parent’s didn’t want to come in?”

“I told them I didn’t want them to,” Junghoon answers. Poaegi smiles.

“Well welcome to your new home,” Poaegi does a grand gesture with their hands.

“Home? This is a library,” Junghoon questions, causing Poaegi to laugh.

“Let me show you. It’s much more fun than explaining,” Poaegi tells him. They grab one of Junghoon’s suitcases,walk off towards one of the grand staircases, and begin the climb. Junghoon quickly follows, looking around at the endless amount of books.

Poaegi waits for Junghoon at the top of the staircase. Junghoon slowly made his way up, admiring all the art painted on the walls and ceilings. It felt like he was in Greece or Rome with the artwork and interior architecture.

“Like what you see?” Poaegi asks.

“It’s beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like this up close,” Junghoon answers.

“It was all done by my ancestors. Each person gets a mural in the library,” Poaegi explains before walking down one of the hallways.

“Your family has done all this work?” Junghoon asks, “where is your mural?”

“I haven’t started mine yet. I will soon though,” Poaegi answers. They stop at a bookcase. “Are you ready?”

“For what?” Junghoon questions looking around some more.

“This,” Poaegi giggles. They reach inbetween two books on a shelf and their finger flip a switch. They pull their hand out and the bookcase rumbles before turning. A hallway opens and leads straight into another room. Junghoon watches in amazement. Poaegi motions for him to follow.

They enter the grand room and Junghoon turns around soaking in every detail. Victorian style architecture with paintings all around. In one corner of the room is a bed and a desk as well as an artifact in a showcase. The same is on the other side of the room but with a different artifact.

“What are the artifacts? Heirlooms that run in your family?” Junghoon questions walking up to one of them. He admired the golden laurel wreath crown being held up but transparent holders to make it look like the crown was floating.

“Actually, that,” Poaegi points to the crown, “is your relic. It helps enhance and control your abilities.”

“Wait? You’re saying this crown that the Greeks and Romans use to wear is going to help me with my abilities?” Junghoon inquires, pointing to the golden leafy crown.

“Yes,” Poaegi nods.

“Then what about that one?” Junghoon points to the other artifact across the room.

“That is your roommates' relic,” Poaegi answers, “they have yet to arrive… well I’ve yet to find them. Once I do, they will be your roommate.”

“Is he like me? Someone who controls the wind? There are others?” Junghoon questions.

“It’s a lot to take in,” Poaegi tells him, “there are others, but they have different abilities. You and the others are creations of the universe. All the elements were gifted to 12 individuals: water, fire, wind, earth, light, darkness, electricity, healing, life, death, and protection.”

“That is a lot of information,” Junghoon repeats and sits down on the edge of his new bed.

“That’s just surface stuff. There’s more if you want to say,” Poaegi tells him and Junghoon nods his head, “the universe gave these abilities to 12 different bloodlines. They abilities would awaken when the threat would awaken. Only one other time did these abilities awaken and they put this thing, a monster, to sleep. It would be only a matter of time before it awoke again.”

“A thing? Monster?” Junghoon sits up, freaked out a little. A small breeze picks up in the room, Poaegi silences the breeze with a swipe of their hand.

“I’m not sure what it is. There is very little documentation on it. A lot of it was destroyed. My parents didn’t teach me anything because they thought it wouldn’t awaken in my life time. They thought since it had been asleep for so long that it would have just died,” Poaegi explains, becoming agitated.

“Wait,” Junghoon stops them, “what is your role in all of this. You said you share the same abilities as me, well some of them.”

“I have the ability of protection. I can copycat each of the other 11 abilities. I can’t perform all tasks and I can only perform a full task when I am close to that person or am wearing my copycat relic,” Poaegi explains and holds up the charm bracelet to show Junghoon. Junghoon spots the laurel wreath charm on their bracelet.

Junghoon leans back on the bed, taking in all the information Poaegi told him.

“Did this monster wake up? Why are you concerned with this thing now?” Junghoon asks, remembering the monster.

“I don’t know,” Poaegi answers truthfully, “there would be no other reason for our abilities to awaken. But I haven’t seen or heard anything. I’m in the dark and having to learn on my own.”

“Where are your parents?” Junghoon asks.

“They’re gone,” Paoegi sadly smiles.

“Oh,” Junghoon quietly responds and proceeds to avoid the rest of that conversation, and noting to never bring it up in future conversations.

“If this monster, or whatever it is, is awake and comes after us or others,” Poaegi starts, “You will help defeat it? I still have to ask the others… I just haven’t had a moment.”

Junghoon sits quietly for a minute, thinking about how he wanted to answer.

“I just want to learn to control and hide my abilities,” Junghoon finally responds. Poaegi turns away from him, sadly smiling.

“That’s alright,” Poaegi tells him, “I promised you that. So I will deliver.” Poaegi heads for the door.

“The button here opens it, and I hope you watched where the button on the outside is to get in,” Poaegi explains, “dinner is at 6pm. I’ll send one of the others to come get you.” Poaegi walks out of the room, closing the door behind them.

Why his his heart ache telling them that?

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