𝐒𝐚𝐧 + 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

Mystique, disappearance, crushes, dreams, salvation, fairytale, creatures

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At some point, he was just gone, as in disappeared-from-Earth's-surface-gone. No one knew where to start the search, because the whole act was just not a San-thing to do at all. Said someone who had known San since forever. I knew the possibilities in his every thought. And this one couldn't be suicide, kidnapping, or a run-off. I swore on my life.

Ever since his parents reported their son's disappearance, the police told them that a mere boy like him, who no one had any conjecture to where had gone, shouldn't they have any high hopes of coming back. When I heard which harsh words Mrs. and Mr. Choi had been told, I was shocked to say it at least. Right after that followed rage.

And then had anxiety caught me by the throat, hoping to kill me slowly, because I believed that I was partly the reason why Choi San had disappeared.

The day before his disappearance, I had kissed him and told him how beautiful I thought he looked with his new-curled hair. And he had blushed, a delicate pinkish color, and my blood had suddenly run cold as I had realized how wrong that was to say, if not do.

San was only my closest friend, and nothing more, nothing less. But perhaps, I had fucked that friendship up real good from how inattentive I had been. I still couldn't believe that I actually did that.

Because I could still feel how my lips had graced his so dearly feeble that they had felt like smooth silk with no texture at all.

I bit my lip, very hard, as I threw myself in my bed, wanting to bury myself deep in my duvet and sheets, bringing my pillow above my head. I missed San every moment that passed.

So much that I even dreamed about San every night, and sometimes, it felt like the situation was a bit too real. Before those days of devastation, it had been rare if I could remember anything from my dreams at all, but then, it at times felt as if I was part of a goddamn movie, where I was the main character.

The settings were always different; changing every night, as I traveled around the world to find the love of my life. To save San. At first, I found this idea mad, as if I was finally losing my mind for good, because why the fuck would San's salvation depend on my heroic actions? In a dream.

San was gone, not to find anywhere in the world, and dreams were also only dreams.

But something in the way that San sat crouched inside the pinkish hues of the huge crystal, had something spark deep within me, and I couldn't just leave him to be, even though it was just a dream. So I came back every night.

I woke up in the middle of a field, and my breathing was desperate as if I was being chased for the good of my life. When I sat up from the position I lay in, I suddenly looked down at my hands and saw how they were covered in violet colors. It looked like I had been painting with fleeting colors. But that was not only that.

The ground was covered in the same hues of colors, looking like a field spread in pure pixie dust. My eyes dropped down my body, and I could not believe what attire I wore, covered in sprinkles of pink and purple dust. The white clothes I had on, looked like chaos. And then a voice yelled at me, and I choose to hurry up to stand on my feet before I turned around.

"O'dear prince!"

All my surroundings were of the exact same hues as them on my hands and clothes.

I knew my eyes were as big as teacups when I caught sight of the owner of the voice. Because this someone was nothing I could ever create out of imagination.

The living being grabbed me around my shoulder and I felt a rush of adrenaline go through my body. I assumed it was a male, from their deeper voice, but it was hard to say, even though this someone reminded me of a human.

His eyes were full of pink light, hitting me right in the face, as his skin glowed white like porcelain, filled with small violet crystals. I held my breath, as I goggled his clothes, seeming more like light purple-ish fabrics dancing around him like a wind. His hair was a strong rose, mouth filled with stars and chaos.

He had called me a prince.

"You must come with me! I found them one who needs your help!"

I was so stunned by this male's unearthly looks, that I barely understood what he told me, and so, he tapped my shoulder again.

"O'listen my prince!"

I blinked with my eyes, as I didn't quite know where to look at as he spoke.

"Please follow along," he told me, as he pulled at my clothing around my shoulders exceedingly gentle, and my untrust wasn't quick enough to be part of the decision.

As my feet were dragged with the stranger, I suddenly felt my doubt explode and I dug my heels into the ground and didn't move an inch more before I had answers.

"Who are you even!? I'm no prince, sir!"

And the man turned around at my words, looking at me with huge, pink glowing eyes, there made me gulp in fear.

"Of course, you are a prince, no other person would be covered in tainted colors from the ground," the male said, confident in every word, "O'my prince, I apologize for my missing name! You may call me Yeosang."

For a moment, I let my eyes go to my colored hands as I went through Yeosang's words. This world seemed to be so foreign from reality, that I could just as well trust him and his saying.

"Alright, Yeosang.."

The male did not smile, or show any other emotion, but hurried me with him instead, and I kept on wondering what had made him so desperate to have me following him as if I actually was the only key to any solution. My eyes went from my white, long boots, covered in pink dust from the ground, to glance up around the odd hills we walked in.

The sky was far from blue, instead, it was the same deep violet as Yeosang's clothes, unnatural pieces of islands floated in the air, forming areas to walk. The trees there were, were glinting with pink crystals, falling from their branches as gatherings of the same crystals could be seen around on the ground. I drew in a breath in fascination when I saw how odd creatures circled the islands in the air, looking like nothing I ever had seen before. They had long wings, formed by the same crystals as those in the trees and Yeosang's skin, floating in the air with no sound to their movements, but high-pitched vibrations from their throats.

As we reached the top of a hill, I looked up to see an island levitating above us, and suddenly I feared how it would hit us. But when I turned my gaze at Yeosang, he partly even noticed those blocks of purple stones. I drew in a shaky breath just before Yeosang startled me out of my thoughts by taking my shoulder and pointing in the direction of an even taller mountain.

"There! There my prince! Do you see?"

The sight made me want to draw my sword.

As the pixy dust whirled around the mountain like a storm, I saw the creature's back, filled with spiky crystals and wings there almost reached around the whole mountain when spread out. The creature roared daunting bone-deep, and I could see it protected something, preciously.

San.

I gasped as I saw the same San I had seen in all my other dreams, trapped inside huge violet crystals, as he was unconscious. And I felt the urge to finally save him.

"O'dear prince! You must save him! He has awaited you in a long time now!"

Yeosang was looking at me, the light from his eyes felt as if it was piercing my soul to do something while my own brain could only think of how impossible this task was to fulfill.

I could far from fight a goddamn dragon, what was this man even thinking of.

"My prince, you are the only one who can do."

Never had I bit my lip this hard when I finally found my braveness and nodded firmly at him. San needed me to save him from his sufferings. And Yeosang told me I was the only one who could do that.

"But wait," Yeosang suddenly pulled my arm and stopped me from continuing down the hill to climb the mountain, "You have to go for the heart, no other place hits deeper."

Despite feeling the fear, I still nodded at him before he let go of me again and I rushed down the hill. My breath was wild, unable to be tamed, but my heart wanted to be set free. As my feet brought me closer, I could feel how the whirling dust gathered in my eyes, provoking tears to break out. But I felt stronger than before.

A rocky path let me climb the mountain, I pass odd violet plants, and for the moment I glanced down, I saw how the color patterns were slowly trailing higher up my white pants. I clenched my hands and quickened my pace. Unfortunately, I wasn't the first one who noticed when I sat my first step on the top.

The dragon flung around, roaring at me as a dark-purple-looking kind of powder burst from its foul mouth where the same pink crystals formed sharp dangerous teeth. Horror went through me, as I startled backward, falling to the ground as I unconsciously reached for what was hanging in my belt. Fiddling with my hands for a second, a white illuminated sword was drawn, and I pointed it at the creature as I breathed heavily. I could feel my chest heaving and sinking, and for every new inhalation, I felt braver.

With my eyes, I glanced to the side and my eyes widened. This was the first time I saw the crystals that San was trapped inside this close. But his eyes were closed, and I just wanted to make them open again. To see his beautiful brown eyes again.

So I jumped to my feet, gracefully balancing my stance, and ran all I could in the direction of the crystals. But a wind caught my body from coming any closer than half the way, and the dragon swung its spiky tail in front of the crystals, hitting the ground that made everything around me rumble like an earthquake. I stared up at its head, finding those glaring pink orbs staring down at me with anger. I didn't want me to come closer San, and quickly, I figured that what Yeosang had told me, was I supposed to use now. I had to kill the beast before saving San.

I heaved my right arm there held the sword, and ground my jaws. The dragon was silent now, but I knew it was calculating what move I would do next. I jumped into a run, roaring like a warrior, and plunged the sword into the dragon's one foot, and twisted the weapon around when I pulled it out again. The adrenaline there ran in my blood, made me forget how the creature was much bigger than I was, and I saw what happened next as if it was set in slow-motion. The dragon spit the same powder as it raised its two front legs in the air, flapping its wings around. I had no chance to get away, and the powerful wind made me fall to the ground, as it all suddenly turned dark. Something sharp penetrated my hand, and I screamed in pain and lost my sword in the darkness, its glow disappearing. As my knees scraped the earth, my left hand went to grab my right wrist as I soared in pain, dust sticking to my face uncomfortably.

I gasped for air the moment light hit my face again, but that revelation quickly came to an end as teeth came from the sky down toward my fallen body. If Yeosang really had believed I was a prince, this would never have happened. I tightened my grasp around my wrist and shut my eyes close before I would die.

I could never win this battle.

I was no prince.

But the imagined pain never followed, and for seconds I waited, scared of the sudden silence. Above me, I felt the softest touches of falling petals and I saw my left hand, stretched out in front of me, as I held the sword into the heart of the dragon. The petals increased in quantity, as the beast slowly vanished from its existence, turning into those heather violet flower petals flowing with the wind.

Slowly, I backed away from the sight, dropping the sword to the ground as I turned my head around for any new danger. But the dragon was gone.

Instead, my eyes caught sight of San, the pure soul was still trapped inside of the violet crystals and it made me crawl to my feet. My clothes were far from white anymore, but I didn't care as I approached the huge glass-looking stones. I couldn't help but tear up at the sight of the unconscious boy I hadn't seen for so long.

My heart was a chaos in my chest, and I brought both my hands up to the surface of the crystals. A silver-looking liquid leaked from my hurt hand, but I could only care about San. As I dried my tears away, I wondered how to free him from this trap.

That wasn't needed, because only half a second later, the crystals exploded into hundreds of violet butterflies, flying out to discover the rest of this world. San fell to the ground and I followed him, my knees hitting painfully against the purple soil while I reached out for his face, dearly.

"San! San can you hear me?!" I repeated for no use, as the boy still wasn't awake.

My hands were trembling, smearing the silver liquid onto his one cheek as I thought of what to do. His skin was very faint in it's colour, and I didn't miss to see the small cracks of pink glowing from it. I stared down at him when I suddenly felt an invisible pull toward him, that made me think of something that seemed too naive.

However I still fulfilled the idea.

With both my hands still resting around his sweet cheeks, I shifted my face downward, slowly. The movement was smooth, until I suddenly paused to look at his appearance. The hair was still curly and looked silk soft. I trailed my eyes down and let them linger on his rosy lips, and I thought they were sculpted godly.

Bringing my face closer, I let the gap disappear, replacing the fluffy air with my lips instead. I kissed him gently, thinking this would wake him from his sleeping state like every other prince did in a fairytale. My lips barely brushed his own before I felt the need to hold him closer.

And I wished I wasn't just dreaming, for this just felt so real, when a pair of hands slipped through my hair to pull me closer. I didn't need to open my eyes to know that San had awakened, when the slow push and pull from my lip-work were accepted so graciously by the pair of lips I tasted. I couldn't help but smile, knowing that my heroic actions had borne fruit.

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"Mhm- Woo- mmhm, Wooyoung please wake up.."

My head felt heavy when I finally found myself seeing other colors than pink and violet. I fluttered with my eye-lashes as I finally tried to focus at my surroundings, finding my body laying in a rather different position, from what I remember I fell asleep like. Then I noticed the pair of eyes there stared up into mine with adoration, and then I felt lips, touch my own for a short lived kiss. I was deep-rooted startled by the action and flew to side, where the back of my head crashed against the wall.

All because Choi San was laying in my bed, cute and alive, smiling, and he freaking kissed me.

I wondered if the collision with the wall would wake me up and make me realize that this couldn't be true in any possible way, but instead, it only made me feel even more dizzy as I saw San come closer while I heard him giggle adorably.

"Be careful Youngie," he told me as his soft hands reached for me to move to the middle of the bed, "Princes should neither hurt their head too much."

I just stared at him.

"What do you mean?" I asked baffled for a moment as his hands ran over the back of my head soothingly.

His eyes were glinting with purple, telling me to come even closer.

"You must be my prince, you saved me.." San whispered sweetly, tracing my bottom lip with his thumb. I thought I was going to die from the gentleness. I would probably want to kiss his smooth lips every day from now, knowing how addictingly cute his lips drew against mine.

At least I was no prince to myself, but he still thought I was his prince.

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