A Journey In Dreams - Jongsang ff

his dream boy

Tw for character death.

Yeosang could remember his last words so well.
"Hyung, I'll be fine." Those words were followed by a deep breath, "Don't cry, I'll be fine"
The boy had muttered those words whilst grovelling on the road, his eyes teary, and his shirt stained with his own blood. All Yeosang could do was watch as the only person he ever loved was brutally murdered in front of him. Yeosang had dropped to his knees after he saw Jongho's Hand fall limp. All Yeosang could do to release the pain he felt was scream injustice that fell on deaf ears. Yeosang kneeled over jongho and fisted the cloth of his robe. The pain was too much to bear.
"I'll avenge you, i swear, I'll avenge you ok?" Yeosang hiccoughed between words and broke down, falling beside the boy as he felt the cold touch of his body.

He couldn't be dead. But he was.

Yeosang wanted to be with him, but all he could do was wish as he walked through the streets of the village. He looked over to merchants and children running on the streets and wondered, how can they be so happy?

After wondering for some time, looking distant and empty, an old women had asked Yeosang if he felt ok, and Yeosang broke. Everyone's eyes turned to him as he held his heart and fell to the floor. The women had began to rub his shoulder and gave him cloth to dry his eyes on.
"The king he-" Yeosang inhaled "he killed him!" Yeosang whined before yelling "he killed him! He was so young!" The old women didn't know how to handle the situation as families had began to lead their children elsewhere. "He was nineteen" Yeosang whispered, his nose running. His throat hurt from crying and he wanted nothing more than to die to be with jongho wherever he was.
"I don't want to live on, not under the king's rule, and not without him"

Yeosang had wondered to the top of the hill where the sacred tree resided. There was no god. No one was here to help them. If there was then why did an innocent boy die? Yeosang looked over to the castle. He wanted it to burn. He wanted the king to cough on the smoke until his lungs gave way. He wanted him to suffer the pain that jongho had. Yeosang looked at the ribbons that hung from the tree, so free and colourful. Yeosang despised them. He despised this world.

Yeosang walked to the edge of the hill and screamed
"King! I hope you suffer! I hope you experience the worst death! He was nineteen! I loved him!"
Yeosang couldn't cry anymore. All he felt was rage.
"I'll haunt you all. You won't rest easy"

Yeosang was found hanging from the tree the next morning.

Yeosang woke up in a cold sweat. He had the same dream again.