Sentimental Spirits

Description

Aided by Xiu hyung, his self-proclaimed bodyguard, Jongdae returns the names of the spirits his grandfather had collected.

Foreword

“What was my grandfather like?”

“Jongin?” Xiu hyung is quiet for a while; Jongdae thinks he may have fallen asleep, but he may have been collecting his thoughts. “He was quiet in school; other human children picked on him a lot. He had an obnoxiously loud laugh, though, and danced so well some of us spirits were jealous. We would get together, and he’d join our parties. It’s rare a human ever hears spirits’ music, muchless enjoys it the way he did. I guess he was sort of amusing, for a human.”

“Did he have friends?” An ant starts to climb down the wall into the bedroom; Jongdae sets a finger down for it to clamber onto and redirects it back outside.

“No.” He hisses a sigh and lays his head over his striped tail. “He was always alone.”

“What about among the spirits?” Someone must have cared about him. “Like Soojung, or the Dew God.”

“Only weak spirits are so sentimental.”

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bookworm514 #1
Chapter 1: The bittersweet/nostalgic feeling in this is exactly how I feel whenever I get to see places my ancestors used to visit or live and when I see their belongings. There’s just something so sad thinking of people from bygone times that you wish you could have met and gotten to know, and it always brings tears to my eyes. As usual your work is amazing and you always leave me feeling some type of way!