It Begins
Ending Page [SeKai Version]// [HIATUS]
Sounds of tapping pencils on desks, the shifting of agitated bodies and the ticking of a clock can be heard by all even as the teacher who stands in front of the class speaks.
"Your project will be in reference to certain books from a certain generes. Each student has a certain novel and genre pertained to them in front of you in that piece of paper I handed out in the beginning of class."
The students all take a look at slips of paper in their hands with a number written on it. A boy with bright almost platinum blonde hair seemingly pefectly put into it's place, a smug look on his face, looks down at his paper, the number five is written on it. He waits, his foot tapping in annoyance as the teacher goes through the numbers.
"1 - Mystery, 2- Romance, 3- Thriller/Horror, 4 - Self-Improvement"
He mentally thanks himself for not getting that one, only to be greeted by the next worse thing.
"5 - Historical Fiction; 6 - Science Fiction"
Crap..
He clicks his tongue in disgust, sliding down into his chair whilst dropping the paper in front of him. The boy wanted nothing to do with historical fiction and couldn't help but wanting to share his discontent when finally the bell rings and all he heard was that it was due on friday. Quickly he gets up absolutely frustrated and irritated with the assignment.Taking no time he walks briskly out, swinging his bag over his shoulder.
"Sehun!" A familiar voice calls out from behind him. Despite being irritated the boy turned and put on his best semi-smile.
"JaeSun!"
His friend comes up with his seemingly "bouncy" hair and matches Sehun's gait as he asks the most obvious question ever.
"What genre did you get?"
Wow... Obvious.
"Historical Fiction" Sehun's face contorted slightly as he said it. "I mean it's slightly better than just being a history novel but my question lies with one thing. What's interesting about the past?! There's nothing at all. No electricity, no mind blowing achievements! It's dirt! Just dirt and boring days filled with nothing and all the women did was sew and be quiet. And the men? They were warriors and laborers and government officials. Ugh. And our clothes are so much better. So if there's nothing interesting why would you write about it?!"
He let out and exasperated breath right as his friend laughed and spoke up. "That's why there's fiction. It's to add interesting parts to it."
"Yeah but they have a guideline of the history when doing it. So... boring.... Save me now." Sehun's sigh of discontent could be heard from miles away. "Well, enough about me, what about you JaeSun?"
"Romance! I got the best ever!"
"Lucky... sort of... How exactly is that a good thing?"
"Because all the ladies will LOVE me. All. Night. Long." The coy and smartass grin on his friend's face only made Sehun's snarl more apparent.
"Switch?"
"No way! Good luck Sehun! I'm off to get my LOVE on."
Sehun watched as his friend walked off, away from him and the school, becoming envious of his friend's genre assignment and dreading both his own and the upcoming walk to the library.
Do I even have a library card?
He let out a groan before fixing his hair and storming off, quickly, towards the library. As he entered he turned to the attendant asking where the historical fiction section was. The older woman's eyes looked at him as if she was gazing into his soul.
"Historical fiction you ask?" A small smile playing on her lips. "Well, if you just head back to the right, there's a door. Head through the door and there's a few shelves worth of books. Enjoy. Just look for the one that catches your eye and you'll be fine deary."
Sehun's eyes peered at the woman as a small shiver went down his spine. The young boy couldn't help but feel off by the old woman's interest in his plea and the fact she was just plain creepy. The smile, the interest, and above all - she called him deary. After a kurt thank you he walked off following the directions given and grazes his hand along the handle to the room the lady mentioned.
Upon entering Sehun's eyes glinted over the shelves. The room had dim lighting and he struggled with reading the titles until one caught his interest, the glint of gold embossed lettering and adornments caught his eye.
"Just look for the one that catches your eye and you'll be fine deary."
Maybe the old lady was right, maybe he should take her advice. Slowly and apprehensively he takes out the book, it's leather binding and embossment was enticing even for him. Even more slowly he moves to the nearby table and sits down, opening the book to the first page and starts to read out loud to himself.
"To those who read this novel, your lives shall be forever changed."
Ha, yeah right.
"As the author, I tried to warn you, as soon as you continue on, I can do no more. I wish you luck in your endeavors young soul."
Okay okay, creep. Get a life and get on.
"The air of the bustling town moves on, peddlers are selling their wares, the townspeople are walking through the town. The notion of gisaengs are walking through catching the attention of the men, both married and unmarried. Young and old. Their scent tantalizing the men as if luring them to the houses they worked at. The sunlight blazed"
The wording started to shimmer with gold accents as if rippling off of the pages but Sehun disregarded this and kept reading.
"The sunlight blazed along the paths and although one would believe it was a safe place to be, that was not the case at all. Despite it's looks, the capital city had it's fair share of thieves and bandits, swindlers and henchman. After all, no one knows the ideas and motives of a man behind closed doors."
The words seemingly picked off the pages, a weird wind started to swirl around him as he read the last few words.
"And this is something you must learn."
As if in a blink of a moment and a feeling of alarm comes to him, he realizes what's going on far too late than he should have. Suddenly the feeling of being lifted comes to him when he feels himself falling. The world around him turns into a golden whirlwind and the voice of the elder lady comes from a distant place.
"You'll be fine deary."
A flash of light blinded the boy before a slab of hard Earth broke his fall and as he looked up he saw the world around him was not what he was used to.
It was old.
Dirt roads.
Peddlers.
Villagers.
People walking around in hanboks.
He slowly rises to her feet, alarmed and scared. He had to be dreaming. He had to be seeing things. This could not be real. But before he had a chance to get his grounding a rough pass was made at him, a tug at his bag and the sound of cutting leather made him even more alarmed, whipping his head to see a man with long hair and raggy blue-ish grey "clothes" was rushing away with his bag.
"WHAT!? GET BACK HERE!"
Immediately the heads of everyone nearby snapped in his direction but that was the least of his concerns. That bag had his phone and his IPod, he could not lose it.
And with that the chase began.
A boy from modern day Korea chasing down a thief in what appears to be the Joseon Dynasty period. He weaves between the crowds looking and staring, making comments about him and sooner or later he hears the yells of men behind him. Taking a brief look back he sees men in uniform with what seems to look like swords chasing after him.
"You've got to be kidding me."
He snaps his head forward determined to go at the thief boy who now turns a corner with him in pursuit. But to his dismay hhe turns and it's a dead end with no one to be found.
"no... no..."
The angry shouts behind him became louder as his pursuers drew near. Panic stricken, he looks around for a place to hide when suddenly he feels a tug and a pull as someone drags him into a home and clamps a hand over his mouth as they stare at him in the eyes.
An unusual slight tingling of heat rose to his cheeks as he stared at the man in front of him. Despite his hair being long and half pulled up his face showed his young age. His skin was tan and smooth like melted caramel. His gaze traced down his jaw line to his lips. He was surprised at how plump they looked and imagined if they would be as soft on the skin as they appeared.
Wait. No.
He's a man. Snap out of it Sehun.
But he couldn't snap out of it. The sounds of the angry men outside faded as the boy he was so captivated by removed his hand from Sehun's mouth and the only thing he heard was what he believes is his name.
Jongin.
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