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word count : 1991 trigger / content warning(s) : blood , stabbing , slight gore (?)

Hwichan’s parents always worried about Hwichan’s big imagination- and it was BIG. There was never a dull moment in Hwichan’s childhood. His parents at one point thought Hwichan could actually see what he was talking about or playing with. Little did they know he could. Hwichan had multiple imaginary friends that came and went based off the day. Sometimes his imagination would last days. Hwichan could be a pirate for 3 days and suddenly on a dime turn and become a bank robber escaping the police. It was never-ending fun for Hwichan.

No other kids wanted to play with Hwichan. They couldn’t see what Hwichan could, so when they did something wrong Hwichan would point it out, tell and show them how to do it. Kids quickly stopped playing with him. His parents worried about that too.

Right before schooling began for Hwichan his parents took him to several doctors. They could not understand how his imagination was as colorful and lively as it was. But his brain scans came back normal, Hwichan passed every test he was given. He was just normal, not special in any way. The doctors reassured them that they have heard of cases like Hwichan’s and they will eventually grow out of it. Once they have a new routine of schooling it should die down quite a lot and even more as he gets older.

Hwichan’s parents took the doctor's advice and proceeded with sending Hwichan off to school. They had thought the first month might be rough with the adjustment. His parents even met with the teachers in advance to let them know. The teachers appreciated the notice and told them to not worry. They also told them this was a common thing they see.

Boy was everyone wrong.

Hwichan’s imagination never dwindled. Of course his attention was on school, but the moment it was diverted from the lesson he was seeing something and wanting to play or pointing it out to someone else.

He was eventually separated from the class and was taught separately with a teacher to focus on his studies. That’s when things would lighten up. But when they moved him back to the class he became disruptive again. His parents met with counselors and teachers. They came up with several plans to help Hwichan study, and it cost his parents. Hwichan was oblivious to it all.

However as Hwichan grew up he noticed how much he would get in trouble every time he tried to point something out. He didn’t think he was crazy. One moment he would see a wild animal outside the class window and into the hallway, turn to his teacher to get their attention, and when he turned back it was gone. Every time.

Hwichan saw the pattern. So he decided to keep his head down and work. He was tired of being berated by his parents for all the stress he causes them. There were times where Hwichan would see something. He’d look away for a while and then turn back to see if the thing was still there. If it was, he tried to get his teacher's attention. Sometimes the teacher was dismissive of it, and Hwichan turned to see whatever it was still there. He would just ignore it. But the times the teacher did listen when he turned back it would be gone.

By high school, Hwichan just learned to keep his head down and work, if he was called on by the teacher he would answer and go back to distracting himself from looking around and causing a scene. He was tired of being the boy who cried wolf, he was trying to be better. He just didn’t understand why he could only see things.

Hwichan himself tried going to several doctors and therapists to explain his situation, they either couldn’t help him or wanted a lot of money to dig down deep. He just wanted a simple answer and solution. Has this never occurred to anyone else before?

Hwichan sat in class, the period was in it’s free time. Hwichan was doodling in his notebook, taking a break from reading the book he needed to finish by the end of the week. Something caught the corner of Hwichan’s eye. He looked up and saw someone dressed in all black, completely covered head to toe- hiding the person’s identity.

“Hey there is someone strange outside,” Hwichan calls as he watches the person quickly move down the hallway. He stands up.

“It’s probably your imagination again, Hwichan, just stay seated and do your work,” the teacher dismissed Hwichan. But something in Hwichan’s gut was telling him otherwise this time.

Hwichan moves through the desks and out the door. He runs down the hallway.

A blood curdling scream lets him know where he needs to go. He rounds the corner and watches as the mask person keels over a female student. He plunges an already bloody knife into the student. Hwichan runs and tackles the assailant.

They two fly down the hall and start tussling around with one another. But it wasn’t long before Hwichan was pulled off, and someone else grabbed the other person.

“You could have been hurt,” the teacher who held onto him, scolds.

“So I should have allowed him to kill her?” Hwichan turns and demands. He shoves the teacher off of him and walks away.

Hwichan found himself in handcuffs when the police arrived. He didn’t understand. He had stopped the guy from hurting the girl any further. Hwichan sat quietly in the car and everyone watched as he left with the police.

At the station Hwichan was questioned on end about what had happened and how he was involved and his aggression towards others, but every officer he told did not believe him. But when they had run out of questions and could not hold him there any longer Hwichan was released. More or so thanks to his peers who said he was in the classroom and said he saw the guy in the hallway.

It was late when Hwichan left the police station. He walked home, his parents ignored his calls and immediately hung up when he called from the police station as well.

By the time he reached his house it was extremely late. Hwichan’s phone was dead and he was cold from the fast approaching winter. The door was locked when he tried to enter. He huffed and went around to his bedroom window, which he conveniently leaves unlocked. He quietly climbs into his window and turns on his bedroom light.

He stands near his light switch and looks around the room. He takes a deep breath before digging to find a duffle bag. He proceeds to shove clothes into it and other necessity items. He zips up the bag and changes into warmer clothes, leaving his school uniform behind.

He exits through his window again and closes it. He would no longer be the black sheep.

“Lee Hwichan?” someone calls for him. He raises his head and meets their eyes. He pulls out one of his earbuds to hear better.

“Can I help you?” He asks.

“I was actually wondering if you would help me?” They counter.

“Depends on what and for how much,” Hwichan answers.

“It would be a long period time of assisting, and in exchange I will give you a place to stay and food,” they explain. Hwichan stares at them, skeptical.

“I need to see and approve it in advance,” Hwichan counters.

“Would you like to come now? We can talk more over dinner,” they suggest. Hwichan looks around at the homeless shelter that’s quickly filling up.

“If I leave now, I won’t have a bed to sleep on,” Hwichan tells them. The homeless shelter was filling up quickly since the sun was setting quickly.

“I can promise that you will have an even better bed to sleep on tonight if you come with me now,” they offer. Hwichan looks around once more. He grabs his things and stands up.

“Okay, lead the way.”

Hwichan follows the mysterious person out of the homeless shelter. They get on the bus.

“We have a little while before we are there,” they tell him, “I’m two cities over.” Hwichan nods, understanding. He gets comfy on the seat and eventually fall asleep.

Hwichan is nudged awake. He gets off the bus with his little friend and follows them another block before standing in front of a grand library entrance.

“This place?” Hwichan asks, “this looks really fancy.”

“Thank you! It’s mine. The inside doesn’t look as pretty. It’s quite messy,” they explain as they walk up the staircase, “let’s head inside. Dinner is waiting for us already.”

Hwichan follows them inside. They were right. It was messy. But Hwichan didn’t expect it to be a library. Hwichan weaves around the books.

Poaegi enters a back room, a large dining room table set, two plates filled with food, on opposite ends of the table. Poaegi waits for Hwichan to approach his seat and they sit down together.

“Let’s eat!” Poaegi tells him. The two eat in silence.

“Have you noticed?” Poaegi asks after a while.

“Noticed what?” Hwichan counters.

“Look around you,” Poaegi takes another bite of the food. Hwichan looks around the room. Still not understanding what they could be talking about. But the longer he looked, then slowly he noticed before it hit him.

“I don’t see anything,” Hwichan states, “my imagination. Nothing is there.”

“Exactly,” Poaegi smiles, taking a sip of their drink, “it’s also not your imagination. They’re illusions, created by you and only seen by you.”

“Is that not the definition of imagination?” Hwichan retorts, taking a bit of the food. Poaegi looks off, thinking about it before nodding, he is right.

“Yes, however, Hwichan,” Poaegi starts, “you are a special little human you see. Well I don’t think human is the right word. Ethereal. That’s what-“

“Ethereal? What is that?” Hwichan interrupts.

“The human definition is extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world,” Poaegi explains, “but in our case, an Ethereal is a being created by the universe to help those who cannot protect themselves. You, Lee Hwichan, are the Ethereal of Light. Those things you see are actually illusions created by you. How you can only see them baffles me.”

Hwichan stares at them in disbelief.

“You’re trying to tell me I’m some type of superhero and everything I’ve been seeing is really all in my head?” Hwichan clarifies.

“What? No. Don’t downplay it,” Poaegi scolds, “it’s truly a wondrous thing.”

Hwichan sits back in his chair and looks over towards the door, “I should have stayed at the shelter.” Hwichan turns to face Poaegi again, but instead he comes face to face with a large tiger. Hwichan freaks, falling out of his chair. The tiger pounces but disappears into a light mist before it touches Hwichan.

“Believe me now?” Poaegi asks standing above him where the tiger was. Hwichan didn’t answer so instead Poaegi clasps their hands together and slowly pulls their hands apart, a small orb of light growing in the center of their two hands. In an instant Poaegi breaks concentration and the light disappears.

“How about now?” Poaegi asks. All Hwichan could do was nod.

“I can teach you how to do these things,” Poaegi walks away from him, “I just need your help. There is a monster hunting us down and I need your help to stop it and destroy it before it fully wakes up.”

“Sounds dangerous,” Hwichan pushes himself off the floor, “like I might die-”

“You won’t,” Poaegi cuts him off quickly, “not as long as I am alive.”

Hwichan hesitates, staring at Poaegi before looking around the room once more.

“I’ll get food and a bed here?” Hwichan asks once more. Poaegi nods. Hwichan nods back.

“Then I guess count me in.”

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