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 quietly under the old, long tree.
Its leaves were sparse, barely clinging to the branches, casting patches of shade on the ground.
In my hands, I held a brown book titled "Uncover the Power", its pages slightly worn from use.
My gaze drifted from the book to the silver flute lying on the ground beside me.
I looked at it and, tightened my grip nervously, doubt flickering in my eyes.
Should I...? I wondered silently, hesitating as my fingers brushed the cold metal. A deep sigh escaped me. Still, something inside urged ME to try. With a tentative breath, I reached out and lifted the flute.
I took a moment, then closed my eyes and began to play.
The notes flowed out softly at first, but soon, an unexplainable force surged through me. I felt it in my veins, in my bones — a strange, powerful energy that seemed to pulse with every breath. My body trembled, a mixture of awe and fear.
Part of me wanted to stop, to run away from whatever this was, but my heart insisted — continue.
I played on, deeper and deeper into the melody, until suddenly, the brown book on the ground started to glow. Its pages lifted and floated upward, rising into the sky like a shining comet.
As the book ascended, the entire world around me began to tremble — rocks cracked, water splashed violently, fire roared, and the air grew thick with raw, wild energy.
Everything was shaking, swirling in chaos.
I really felt myself lifted from the ground, rising higher and higher into the sky. Below me , the landscape blurred as I looked down, gulping hard but keeping my focus on the music.
MY fingers continued to dance over the flute as if it was what I was born to do I felt really drawn to it, as if the music was a part of me now, How can I feel so attached?.
In the midst of all the chaos, my casual clothes transformed.
The fabric shimmered and shifted, molding into a flowing, elegant grey robe. Confusion flashed across my face that was strange, but I dared not stop I already made up my mind.
Lightning crackled around the flute, striking fiercely, illuminating the scene in jagged flashes. The lightning seemed to dance with the music, circling the flute in a deadly, mesmerizing swirl.
Suddenly, the lightning struck the ground with a deafening crash, and I was literally thrown backward. The world went silent. Darkness swallowed everything — a void where only the echoes of that powerful melody remained, the melody I played.
I fell to the ground, unconscious, the scene dissolving into nothingness. Everything was blank — the music, the chaos, the awakening — lost in a moment that felt like both forever in just a heartbeat.
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 rang 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 his eyes looked darkened under his pale skin, 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 his 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.
Mrs. Kim with her soft, warm brown eyes moved gracefully around the counter, her smile the kind that instantly brightens the room.
Her face was gentle, radiating kindness and calm, and her features were framed by loose, natural hair that casually fell around her shoulders. She wore simple, comfortable clothes — perhaps a light sweater and jeans — as she expertly prepared breakfast, the aroma of fresh coffee.
Across the dining table sat Mr. Kim, his posture composed and deliberate.
He was dressed in crisp office attire — a dark suit jacket, a neatly pressed shirt, and a tie that hinted at professionalism.
His arms were crossed over his broad chest, exuding confidence and quiet strength.
His sharp green eyes scanned the table with a focused, calculating gaze, as if analyzing every detail, every movement.
Despite his reserved expression, there was a sense of alertness about him, a silent intensity that contrasted with the Mrs. Kim's gentle warmth.
The scene was a quiet morning, a subtle tension lingering beneath the everyday calm — a moment frozen in time, where softness and sharpness, warmth and composure, intertwined in a silent dance.
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 for 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-Joon-ah 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.