hello and welcome to something i was supposed to hand in for english and never did! have fun! (based off of cravity's lore and whatever the fuck my teacher told me to add in here)
Allen walks briskly up to the box that sits on his school desk.
He doesn’t know when it got there or how it got there, but it's there now. It’s a tiny box, almost like a box you’d put a promise ring or a wedding ring in. There’s a velvet colour to it and Allen half expects someone to pop out of nowhere and propose to him, but it doesn’t happen.
He stands over his desk and stares at the box for a while, not reacting. He only registers his surroundings when his teacher tells him to sit down. He does just that, but he can’t focus on the lesson that is being taught to him.
The velvet box sits menacingly in the corner of Allen’s desk. It scares him in a way that shouldn’t, but a weird aura that Allen can’t describe surrounds the box and gives him an unnecessary amount of stress.
By the time the bell goes for lunch, Allen is still staring at the box and he now has a paper sitting on his desk.
What do you want to do in the future?
God, Allen hates that question. Freedom, he thinks off-handedly.
He stares back at the box, but he can’t think about anything else. It’s like that damn box is stopping Allen from thinking about anything else, so he grabs the box angrily, opening it roughly.
There’s a note in there, he takes out the note gently, careful enough to not rip it at least. He opens it.
Find them. It says.
It’s the only thing on the note and Allen stares for a long while.
Find who exactly? Who is them, and why does Allen need to find them?
He gets up quickly and harshly, shoving the chair back into the desk behind his as he does so.
He packs his things up quickly, shoving the small box into his pocket, before rushing out of the classroom.
When he’s finally out, his best friends are there waiting for him.
There’s Serim, with recently dyed blue hair, Allen thinks he looks more handsome since he dyed it, and everyone else seems to think the same as well. Serim’s also the oldest out of the four friends. He’s like the leader of them, makes sure they’re all well fed, well hydrated and that they’ve done all of their schoolwork for the day.
Serim’s like an angel from above, if Allen had to describe him in three words.
Then there’s Jungmo. Compared to Allen, Jungmo’s a tower. There’s at least a third of a head between him and Jungmo and Allen finds himself staring up towards the tower of a man. His hair used to be an array of purples, but now it’s dyed a simple light brown, and if it wasn’t for his height, he’d blend in with the crowd.
The last of the four is Wonjin, who’s also the youngest of the four. Like Jungmo, his hair is also a simple light brown. He’s a lot shorter than Jungmo, but his defined features set him apart from the rest of the crowd. What Allen likes most about Wonjin is his bubbly personality, he never fails to cheer Allen up and it’s what he needs, especially being stuck in a hell hole like this school.
Allen’s only known the three of them for a year, but an interesting story he heard was of a dog leading an unsuspecting Serim to Jungmo, who ultimately led them to an unsuspecting Wonjin, who was painting a picture of the three of them.
What’s funny is that Wonjin had never seen these people before.
It has always confused Allen, but those three are attached to the hip now, so it must’ve been for the best that they met that day.
Allen was a transferee from America and immediately got attached to the three of them. They were amazing, lovely people and did everything in their power to make Allen feel as comfortable as he did with his new life in Korea.
He can suddenly see a random boy standing in front of Wonjin (like he teleported there), holding onto his hand, inspecting the purple crystal that’s wrapped around Wonjin’s wrist with a simple black band.
It’s all too confusing to Allen, he doesn’t know where this boy came from and suddenly he’s too close to Wonjin.
“Taeyoung-ah.” He hears from behind him and Allen turns around to inspect where the voice came from.
There’s another boy who stands there, not much taller than Allen himself, his face shows shock, eyes wide open, mouth hanging open slightly. His hair is a bright red that looks like it was dyed yesterday.
He looks back to who Allen can only assume is Taeyoung. He’s a lot taller than Allen himself, but not taller than Jungmo. His skin is tanner than anyone else Allen has seen at this school. His face shows youth, and he looks a lot younger than a high school student.
His hair is a dark brown, but strips of his hair have been dyed in a rainbow that goes horizontally.
There’s a splash of running water at his feet and then there’s commotion around him. He looks back up and Taeyoung’s nose is bleeding. Drops of bright red blood falling down his face slowly.
His pocket starts burning, the same pocket that he had the box inside. It burns so much that Allen needs to take it out.
He pulls it out, opens the box and then the note. There’s now names engraved below the find them.
Serim, Allen, Jungmo, then there’s a blank space, maybe for more names, Wonjin, another blank space, Hyeongjun, Taeyoung, and then nothing afterwards, but Allen assumes there’s one more name meant to go after Taeyoung’s, because of the comma.
He still doesn’t understand what he’s meant to do, or who he’s meant to find, but he’s already found six of the people he’s meant to find within the span of a few minutes.
The paper burns in his hand once again and Woobin shows up on the paper, after Jungmo and before Wonjin. He looks up and immediately sees someone walking up the stairs. Allen feels a pull from the boy who walks up the stairs and he runs towards him.
“Allen!?” He ignores the call of his name in favour of running up the stairs, grabbing onto the stranger’s arm.
“Hello?” The stranger questions, obviously confused at who this random person grabbing his arm is.
“Seo Woobin?” Allen asks, and the name falls perfectly out of his mouth, as if he’s known Woobin for years.
“Uh, yeah? Do I know you?”
“No? I think?” Allen’s confused even himself at this point. “Your name is on this piece of paper, I think it’s important.”
“Oh.”
There’s an awkward silence between the two, and Allen’s eyes can’t stay glued to a single spot on Woobin’s face. His soft but stern face is blank, showing not much emotion. There’s not much else that defines Woobin as Woobin, but his cheeks puff out like he has clouds stuffed there.
“Yeah, uh, sorry for bothering you.”
“No, it’s ok, I’m just about to meet Seongmin then Minhee, would you like to come?”
“Uh, sure?” Something about meeting this Seongmin and then this Minhee is important to whatever Allen is trying to accomplish with the little note he’s still hanging onto. Maybe Woobin feels this is important too.
They slowly make their way up the stairs and the awkward silence between the two is back. It’s understandable, they are complete strangers after all, right?
“Allen!” His name is called out once again and he stops, turning around to find his best friends and Hyeongjun and Taeyoung there as well.
He stops and waits for the six of them to catch up to him and Woobin.
“Where are you going? Who is this?” Serim asks questioningly, but Allen shrugs his shoulders.
“This is Woobin,” he says, “You need to come with us as well, all six of you.”
“We have class though?” Taeyoung speaks up hesitantly, as if scared to speak up to Allen.
“I think this is more important, Youngtae.” The nickname slips out before Allen can register it himself.
“How did you know that? Only Hyeongjun calls me that.”
“I…” Allen doesn’t know, “I think we all know each other, somehow.”
“I’ve never seen any of you in my life,” Woobin says, “Why do you say that?”
“This paper,” Allen sticks his hand out that holds the find them note with all their names engraved onto the paper. “This paper has our names on it, I think I’m only missing two.”
“It might be Seongmin and Minhee, let’s go.”
The group of seven climb the stairs and eventually reach the roof.
It’s a clear day, not a cloud in the sky and the sun is shining brightly over the roof. There’s a boy that stands away from the entrance of the roof, he’s leaning on the railing the encloses the roof, so no stupid kid can fall off.
The boy’s hair is black, but it sparkles in the sunlight causing Allen to wince.
“Seongmin!” Woobin calls out and Allen’s hand burns once again.
Seongmin. is now engraved after Taeyoung’s name with a full stop after it, showing Allen that there’s only one more person for Allen to find.
The air on the roof is clean, fresh, and Allen can almost taste that sweet taste of freedom that he so desperately wishes to have.
“Ah, Woobin,” Seongmin speaks, and his voice is very high pitched, if Allen could place how high his voice is on a keyboard, he’d shove it to at least a C5, maybe even a D5 (which is pretty high, especially for a teenage boy, he honestly still sounds like a child). “Who are these people?”
“I don’t know, but they’re really important right now Seongmin, we have to go find Minhee now, do you know where he is?”
“I think he’s at the lake in the middle of the forest, our parents are laying into him a lot lately, and his grades are going down because of it.”
“Oh, then we better get to him quickly.”
Allen can sympathise with Minhee. It’s hard living up to expectations, he’s heard stories from Serim, Jungmo and Wonjin about their parents expecting them to be better than the top students (even when it’s a bit too unattainable, and should be happy that they aren’t failing).
The amount of conversations the four of them have had on the thought of running away and being free is uncountable at this point.
The (now eight) of them start their trek to that lake that rests beautifully in the centre of a big forest that’s about a half-an-hour walk from their school.
Escaping school was a lot easier than they thought and soon enough they’re on their way to meet Minhee at the lake.
They all make quiet chit-chat on the way, and Allen finds out other facts about Woobin, Seongmin, Taeyoung and Hyeongjun, and that they all share the same sentiment of wanting to run away for a better life.
They eventually come towards the forest and enter it. The rustling of the leaves fill up the empty spaces and pauses in their sentences.
When they reach the lake they can see a boy sitting cross legged in front of the edge.
“Minhee!” Woobin calls out the attention of the boy who sits and he turns around, waving the other eight over. When Allen gets to Minhee the paper in his hand burns. He drags it up and he can see that Minhee is placed between Wonjin and Hyeonjun’s names.
“Hey.” Minhee says and he stands up.
The height of Minhee is impressive, very impressive, and he’s at least a head taller than Allen. (Why does everyone seem to be giants around Allen? This is a question he’ll never know the answer to.) His hair is black, similar to Seongmin’s, but it’s much longer, almost reaching his shoulders. Allen thinks it suits Minhee’s handsome face and if he didn’t know any better, he'd assume Minhee was a model from his astonishing looks.
“Took you all long enough.”
“Huh? What—” But before Allen can question him more, there’s a bright light that erupts from Wonjin’s bracelet and suddenly Allen can’t see, covering his eyes from the light, as if he’s scared he’s going to go blind.
When Allen can see again, the world looks exactly the same, but the paper in his hand burns, more intensely this time, and Allen flips the paper over to see more words engraved in the back.
You’re free now. It says.