HA-JOON'S POV:
The sun was bright by the time, the wind was cool and windy, it felt like a normal day. But not for Me, Kim Ha-Joon, i sat under a long tree, It leaves were barely on It, the leaves were all scattered on the green grass, golden and brown... It felt like the energy of the tree had been drained.
But I had great plans, I didn't come here to seat and watch the clouds moving around, I glanced at the silver flute in my left hand, by the bottom of the flute It showed a strike picture, I blinked twice debating whether to play It or not. I guess i made my mind quick, because I began playing ,the sweet sound and melody of the flute was captivating as if it is trying to summon something, or trying to pass a message.
On the ground beside me, there was a book, with brown cover that say ''UNCOVER THE POWER'' I was curious about it so I tried it out, As soon as I started playing it the perfect weather, that was sunny and warm turned into something else, it's started to get more windy , the wind felt heavy and strong as if a storm was coming and it did.
The sky turned dark and the leaves wilding, the ground beneath me was shaking but still i couldn't stop, I was scared breathing heavily, but I kept my word. I kept on playing the flute. The beautiful sound of the flute, like little like sine wave sound kept me going and I also wanted to continue, and then without any warning a sound of a thunder roared and then lightning stroked the flute I was playing, that startled me.
And then all of a sudden, without warning again, I rose to the sky I looked down, I was confused, I steal a glance down at the flute in my mouth, for a moment I thought to stop but I couldn't stop so I kept on going.... then my once usual black hair turned grey swaying with the strong wind, my eyes shinned revealing it's charcoal grey color.
And then the moment I have been waiting for, lightning surrounded me, I felt powerful, the power was running through my veins lightning was coming out from the corner of my eyes, I transformed, the power flashed everywhere quickly in a flash the short silver flute turned long like a stick, my tight jeans turned grey and felt like fabric my white top to a grey shirt with a white shirt on top also made out of fabric that looked like leaves and then a silver chain belt around my waist , every where was shaken, the ground, the trees , the wind....
And then a loud thunder sound roared and it all came to an end. Lightning suddenly stroked the ground and then I fell to the ground, the flute rolled from my hand and went beside me... my hair covering my eyes. the brown book closed and locked itself and then my eyes felt heavy it started shutting down and then everything went blank.
END OF POV....
After that, Ha-Joon suddenly cracked open his eyes, and realized he was just dreaming, he sighed frustrated. The soft hiss of cars passing by and the sound of the bird's chirping was calming after the hard dream... his bed felt wet from all his sweating and his pillows colder then he could remember, every muscle in his body was stiff. For a heart beat he panicked- '' Where am i?''
But eventually the familiar sight, of his favorite LEGO'S and action figures rand the bell and posters of K-pop bands, music and Anime characters was quite a great reminder too, and what made him sure is his last night black leather jacket hanging over his wardrobe, and the warped wooden desk with it's single glowing lamp, the same one he stayed up with the other night. Relieve washed over him, he was home safe, ordinary and normal, exactly where he belonged, but something felt different.
He swung his legs to the side of the bed and hopped out of it, stretching his arms above his head, yawning till his knee trembled, but what felt different to him is he had woken up but strangely unprepared for the day.
'' Should I go freshen up?'' He asked him self, his eyes tired, the area of skin beneath her eyes looked darkened, his hair messy.
'' No I should eat first...'' He thought and his stomach growled immediately.
The air was stiff, the dining table stood at the heart of the living room like an old story teller... the dining table was strong and stiff, the white cleaned table cloth defined the fresh like of the desk. Six chairs leaned in, as if eager for the morning conversation. As Ha-Joon came down for dinner his PJ'S rough and almost wrinkled from all the turns of sleeping, the table was alive and ready.
Sun light slants through the window falling across the steaming stack of pancakes, at the center of the table each golden and ready to be devoured. Ha-Joon sat on one of the chair alongside his mom Mrs. Kim and her Dad Mr. Kim, he made his self comfortable beaming ear to ear at the sight of the tasty meal in front of him, and the jug of orange juice and a glass cup beside it , the pure maple syrup beside and on the pancake almost made him almost drool.
His mom, Mrs. Kim, A Tall straight woman with black curly hair and golden like eyes she has the sweetest young smile and a smooth skin that glows, then his Dad Mr. Kim a middle aged man, wearing an office cloth his arms crossed, he was sitting on the chair in front of Ha-Joon his calm and composed gaze lingering around the table.
And then beside him , Min-Ju his elder brother was sited, his arms a soft pillow for his head to rest, his black messy hair rattling as he yanked his head upright. Taking in the scene he blinked twice his green eyes shaking as he yawned.
'' Good morning dad, mom...'' Ha-Joon spoke his voice soft and low.
'' And you... you were sleeping here?'' Ha-Joon asked taking in Min-Ju's tired face,
'' Tell me your business..'' Min-Ju said, his voice rough and barely audible, stretching his arm above his head.
'' Good morning honey... *smiles* how was your night?'' Mrs. Kim said her voice soft and smooth, her golden eyes looking at Ha-Joon fondly.
'' Good morning Son....'' His father replied too, his voice deep and commanding, as Mrs. Kim served breakfast.
'' Honey be fast i will be late for work....''
'' Ok...'' Mrs. Kim said serving the pancakes to Mr. Kim.
'' Ha ha ha...'' A laugh came from upstairs, and a girl came down, Ji-woo, an average height girl, with black hair that's tied in a messy bun, her round glass, intact and perfect for her face, her PJ's still neat after a whole night of sleeping. Her phone in her hands.
'' Hahaha.... why are you laughing?'' Min-Ju asked, A weak attempt of a sarcastic tone.
'' It's nothing.... keep eating.'' Ji-Woo replied her eyes still on the phone she's scrolling, Min-Ju shrugged not like he cared or anything.
'' No phone, till you finish breakfast'' Mrs. Kim's soft voice cuts in.
'' Ahh...'' Ji-Woo groans in frustration.
''Hahaha'' Min-Ju laughed , Ji-woo annoyingly nudged his shoulder.
'' Ahh....''
After breakfast was all finished everyone ate and stomachs were full, Ha-Joon being the youngest, joined in helping his mom wash the dishes. As he was washing a silver pot,. the ray of the sun cast on it making it directly to shine in his eyes, he abruptly close his eyes and slowly opens them after some seconds.
When he glanced at the pot again, it showed his reflection, his grey hair messy but still looked nice, his charcoal grey eyes shinning, and then he remembered something,
'' Mom...''' he called out softly, turning towards his mom.
'' Yes Ha-Joonah any problem...?''
'' No mom.. is just that i had that dream again about the.... flute?'' Mrs. Kim froze, the water from the tap kept flowing but the dishes weren't coming.
''Mom!!''
'' Yes...'' Mrs. Kim finally answered proceeding in washing the dishes.
'' Honey, Most of our dreams don't come true.... not even most none comes true'' Mrs. Kim said and smiled after.
'' Yeah...'' Ha-Joon mutters under his breath,
'' That's what you always say mom...'' He thought and glances over at the rest of the family who were chatting happily.