Psychedelic

[8] The Golden World

Pairing             : Zhou Mi x Hyoyeon

Genre/Theme   : General, friendship, war-fic, angst, ultimate AU

Pinboo’sspazzing on Zhou Mi x Hyoyeon:

The delicate boy and the rather “violent” girl, hehe. Again, I’m not a fan of opposite-attract pairing, but let’s try this one. Considering Zhou Mi’s reserved nature, I think Hyoyeon’s loud and persistent personality will truly help him a lot. And perhaps, he could have “calmed” her too. Perhaps this pairing can work out fine, we’ll see, hehe.

She thought they were merciless.

She had been dubbed as merciless too, but she was not that merciless. Kim Hyoyeon was the prodigy girl who led her own 2nd battalion –consisted of civilians in this revolution scheme to overthrow the failing government.  She went by numerous nicknames: the girl of steel, Joan d’Arc's incarnation, the warrior lady, and all. Her reputation was infamous –and people would soon write about her in the history book as one of the people who contributed to the birth of the new world.

But Hyoyeon did not have any care for such salutation. She did, once –when she was younger, before she met him – but she did not care any longer.

The shouting was loud, but the cheering was worse. She tried to yell to the crowd–because after all, wasn’t she famous for having a loud voice? So, there she was, Kim Hyoyeon, yelling, bawling, crying, wailing, weeping, screaming, screeching (hey, are you all deaf?). Oh no, they were not deaf. They were just ecstatic –blissful. And in bliss they ignored. And in ignorance, the boy died.

“N-no,” she sobbed –trying to stand up for the umpteenth time, but no use. The bullet pierced the tendon of her legs. So she kept on falling and falling, just like the boy was dying, failing, losing.

The nearly 300-years of corrupted monarch finally fell. The rebellion that had started for ages finally overruled. The tyrant was defeated; his armies were slaughtered. History would be rewritten –the nation would be born anew. Deaths of millions soldiers –heroes –would forever be remembered.

But the death of a tyrant’s son would only be ignored, laughed at, and soon, forgotten.

Hyoyeon did not forget though.

“You are a useless, pathetic son of a !” she screamed angrily –her vulgar words were the result of years of vigorous trainings, countless bloodshed, and harsh (inevitable) way of growing up.

The man, no, the boy, on her lap slowly opened his eyes. Perhaps an amount of blood had tinted his pupils, because the world was red. The red blood, the red sky, the red people, the red heart…

If he still had the power to cheer, he would. Because at heart, he knew he belonged to these rebels more than the royals. Zhou Mi had always challenged his father’s policy, had always rebelled on his own too. He kind of regretted why his father prepared him more in the politic and international affairs studies more than