centre of magic. | yeonjun

prologue

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prologue : 

The sun hadn't appeared during the first ten days of October. Yeonjun didn't have a lot of time to spend during his vacation. He has been waiting for the sun to guide him through his new venture. He tells his brother Jinwon that he is preparing to go out for an adventure if the sun didn't appear that morning. Jinwon is a young ten year old boy , barely reaching his brother's elbows. He had a discipline cut for school , he smiled with all of his teeth and had keen eyes.

The one thing his brother does is live a normal life as a teenager, in the far flung isolated outskirts of Daegu town. He lives in a small house consisting of three of his other family members, his mother , his father and his younger foster brother named Jinwon. He lived a relatively happier, simpler life consisting of a routine that begins earlier than the dawn and ends before midnight.

His morning is fast paced. Hot tea is served on the table. It is compulsory for the family of four. his father works as a postman and has two rescued dogs at home for guard while he was out of town for deliveries. His house is small but there were no houses around him to compare. There was nothing he felt was missing in his house , he had two loving parents , a cute and smart younger brother , two adorable pets , two times worth of food , frugal but comfortable clothes and shelter from thunderstorms and wind. He was gifted with magic. It was no special magic of power but of immense curiosity to explore the depths of the worlds that appear in his dreams. He doesn't go to school as his parents advise him to. It was rather a hustle running to catch a train 10 miles to school and back than wandering on earth to find the realm of his dreams.

Yeonjun stands in front of the mirror that hangs in the small bathroom. Jinwon admires his brother who glides a razor down his cheek without fearing the blade. 

“ Hyung , I'd never shave if I had a mustache ” , remarks the eager youngest. 

" You're too young for a mustache, Jinwon", the older chuckles as he focuses on guiding the razor on the surface of the skin. He pushes his cheek with the tip of his tongue inside. Seon observes his brother, sitting atop the kitchen counter. a small dinosaur figurine keeps his hands busy. His sight is hooked on to the tactics of his beloved brother who is some sort of sorcerer. Jinwon does not see him as a human. 

Under Jinwon's eyes, Yeonjun is a lithe figure in a mere white slip and khaki pants, a soulless soul. Yeonjun moves out of the bathroom , hands and face soaking in water as he looks for a towel. He then heads to the kitchen and picks a peeled boiled egg from the dining table, jogs outside biting into it for breakfast. That's it , that was Yeonjun's morning routine as a boy with magic.

he heads out of the front door to a cool damp field ahead of him. The cold winds rush to give him a hug , petrichor diffuses into the atmosphere as he takes a deep breath in raising his heart towards the sky. His face is sunken on the verge of desperation as though the sky was his lover , the winds run to ruffle his lush black overgrown bangs , his eyes glisten as he observes the sky with no traces of sunlight to guide him once again. 

he lowers his head determined to go on another adventure. If not the sun , he could rely on his heart to guide his search. He turns his head alarmed by a faint roar of the train from a distance ,  he feels the ground rumble as it approaches closer and closer and swipes past the tracks on his right. He had to move now if he had to catch the train. He picks up his pace running towards the tracks with all his might , his footsteps thump on the damp grass, his folded arms swing back and forth as he grits his teeth chasing the train on full speed.