wanderland // seventeen au

hope, 11th

the blossoms of hope

July, 2015

The deity that was dozing off of his caffeine, he then started working. First on his agenda was logging in the soul's update on their situation. He started scanning through the folders that was placed on his book shelf. "y-yeh, annchi" he muttered as his eyes looking through the alphabets engraved on the folders. "yang, jongin" "yang, hyunsuk" the names written on the folders of somewhat the profile of the souls. Some of the souls are evil and some are good, its all mixed up. He then finally reached the name that he's been looking for. "yeh, annchi"

                                                      time of death: not applicable

her stay became months. When will she wake up? No one knows, even the deity assigned to her have no idea when. But a good thing is, the deity has seen some progress from her. She haven't smiled since her mom past. But thanks to the ever hyper tiger, a smile was seenon her face and she had laughed more frequently. Soonyoung, the white tiger enjoyed his time as he was with annchi, he felt like he was human again with his friend;

"how long have you been staying here?" annchi asked, as she picks the blossoms that fell from the tree. The sudden blossoming was a bit weird to her, knowing that, wanderland doesn't have life. But soonyoung was used to it. he sometimes wouldn't mind if it rains even though it's summer, or flowers will blossom during winter. For sure, he knew the grim reaper's head was messed up that time.

"about 200 years" soonyoung responded. For the longest time that he had been in wanderland, he never felt like he was being punished. He enjoyed guiding the souls on their way to the mansion. he enjoyed running around the field of grass in his tiger form. He never felt like he was waiting for someone to free his soul—maybe, because he died innocent.

Soonyoung with the happiest and purest smile then helped annchi carry her basket filled with the pale pink cherry blossoms. a flower that spans a short amount of time between march and april, and a flower that holds a meaning of bloom after a cold winter—after all there's hope awaiting;

Right after they went back inside, rain drops fell down the sky. The ever mad deity then rushed his way to the moody seungcheol, and bursted open his door. "for god sake, stop this rain" the deity sat down on a chair near the grim reaper's table, making a look of disbelief. 

"you told me, once I met the girl again everything will be over. So, is annchi the girl from my past?" seungcheol never felt wrong about his intuition—or maybe once? Twice? He made south korea cry in pain as floods were all above their knees, because he thought he met the girl from his past last 2013. The second time was, when he made the country as cold as mt. Everest, and because he got scolded by the deity as he thought a boy's soul who was merely a doctor was the reincarnated version of the girl form his past. It drives him crazy—really crazy;

"you're a grim reaper, why don't you find it out yourself" the words from the deity, made seungcheol put to silence. The rain stopped. He then realized one thing;

a hand to hold, a memories to unfold

-          -

the land of wander, was all good, somewhat peaceful (except the grim reaper), and much better than the human world;

the girl's tall besfriend was a mess, his eyes couldn't stop from crying. his co-trainer, seungkwan had finally gained conscious, atleast that's a good news for him. their evaluation from his training agency was near, and he hasn't been focusing on his vocals and dance—poor junhui;

"ah, hyung! Seungkwan, got discharged of the hospital last month" junhui in a full-on black clothing from his head to toe that strangers would think he was mourning to a loss of his loved ones, sat down the cold dance floor—as cold as his emotions

"oh, good for him. his parents are worried when we got to visit him last time" jeonghan, who's eyes seemed to look frightened as he were looking back-and-forth to his phone that somewhat a news had popped up his notification and to the tall Chinese guy.

He then managed to put himself together unlike junhui's who's bags under his eyes made him look like he came from a zombie apocalypse. A white figure of man was captured by the older guy's peripheral view, which made him to excuse himself as he followed the direction of the figure "i-I think I need to go to the bathroom" he managed to say;

-          -

A slender masculine figure of a man was standing at the very end of the dim hallway "you got the message?" the deity who had been scolding the moody grim reaper murmured, making sure his words were as silence as it was a confidential thing. jeonghan nodded and stared at the news on his phone—"A girl was found brutally murdered in a 5-star hotel, police suspects a drug syndicate is on the loose"