A dream that I can actually record, because I only just awoke from it, before I brushed my teeth. Perhaps twenty minutes ago.
It was about "KHC's" interactions with me on a soccer field while most of his teammates were playing. At one point I did spot Hyukkie, Siwon, and Kibum. Everyone else was a blur on the field.
I wasn't sure why KHC was on timeout on the sidelines. He was next to me, standing with his arms crossed, focusing intently on the game. It was a deviation from his usual rowdiness. Then again, he was one to be moody. Those who didn't know him intimately thought him to be cruel, as he was candid and unplanned in speech. I, however, thought highly of him. He was one to help those who needed it, whether he was credited or not. As arrogant and erratic as he made himself out to be, I knew for a fact that he had a bigger than heart than most people.
"HC," I said, calling him by his first name rather than 'oppa.'
Arms still folded across his broad chest, he merely pivoted his head, gazing down at me. "Hmm?"
"I know you haven't taken your official leave to the army yet... but I've already been through that day. I was sad, so sad... to see you go."
Wait, so I'd traveled back in time. Was it just to tell him this?
Knowing me, probably.
HC's facial expression was unfathomable. His eyes clouded with an interplay of emotions.
"I'll miss you, too." It was hardly more than a whisper. He was so close that I could practically hear it vibrate from his chest, though. His next words were spoken in a more even, projected voice. "But I've reached the age now, where Korean males have to go. I think it'll be good for me. I need to be more grounded, you know. Besides, it's the army. It's not like I'm going to be in a war."
He unfolded his arms, then reached one of them over my left shoulder, slowly pulling me into a hug.
I leaned into it, but not before I chanced a glimpse of his red-rimmed eyes. "I didn't say anything about the army being bad. I just... really don't know what I'd do without you.... for two years. You're so wonderful, K__ H__C___."
I nuzzled my cheek just below his left shoulder.
We broke apart, but I still leaned against his front, while he did a semi-split so he could rest his chin on my left shoulder.
Gradually, I began to notice the game. I realized why I wasn't playing.
I hadn't been Sorted. HC's teammates were dressed in Gryffindor colors.
I watched as Hyukkie agilely handled the ball, until something that looked like a bumblebee slammed into him.
So it was Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff.... for soccer.
At that realization, I saw Siwon bolt past me, easily one of the tallest males on the field, at 6'1".
He flashed a good-natured smile at me when we locked eyes for a brief second.
"OH MY GOD, YOU DORK! YOU'RE SUCH A STEREOTYPE, " one of the Gryffindor guys screamed. Evidently, Hyukkie had jumped over someone to continue his steering of the ball.
I laughed, just as Hyukkie turned and spotted me. He wasn't more than three yards away. He grinned, displaying both his pearly whites as well as his gums, before he turned back to throw an amused retort at his teammate.
"What? Just because you've never been with the top dogs, doesn't mean there's something up with me, bro."
I didn't want this to end. A moment of concentration allowed me to realize that it was still mid-June - the first day of summer school. HC had until September before he would be shipped off to the army.
And here I was.
Why wasn't HC playing?
Just as he flashed through my mind, the man against whom I was leaning lifted his chin from my shoulders.
"Well, I'm getting sweaty," he laughed. "You know, your skin against mine... and this weather. I need to go in soon."
He removed himself and stood next to me, throwing a muscular arm over my shoulder instead.
It was then that I noticed the presence of Qiang Ren to our left. He was hardly moving as he stood as HC had before - with his arms crossed smartly across his chest, his legs parted. His hardened expression and the fact that no one else seemed to notice him persuaded me to turn away again, and wonder.
"Guess it's my turn now," Heechul said. With that, he jogged towards one of his teammates - Siwon, whom he high-fived - while I cheered for him.
The ball had a tendency to come towards me, and so I became the person who kicked it back in for convenience.
I couldn't seem to stop it with my foot at first. I could only kick it towards a Gryffindor, but the ball never stayed with me if I intended to pause it.
There was a point, though, when it stopped it against my right foot, and the world seemed to cease spinning in those seconds.
I looked up and saw the lanky Kibum waving his hands at me, forming my next intent. I kicked the ball towards him. He dribbled for a while before he passed it to Hyukkie, who scored.
Before everyone realized that Gryffindor was victorious, the skies abruptly darkened. HC, who was nearest to me, came to stand by me, protectively.
Alarmed gasps laced the crowd, and a string of those nearby gaped at something behind me.
I chanced a look, and had a sharp intake of breath myself.
It was the Dark Mark.
Voidemort's voice sounded, like he was speaking through an intercom from the skies.
"Now you've done it. You're all going to turn into lasagna. You have ten seconds to run, but it won't make a difference."
HC's fingers laced with mine, as he bolted with me by his side.
The scene transitioned. I was in a kitchen, my eyes intent on the small bowl of lasagna in my lap. I was trying not to cry.
A movement made me look up.
She looked healthy, vibrant, beautiful. She looked just like she did before she got sick.
"What's wrong, dear?"
I shrugged. "Nothing. Well, actually... I guess I'm just missing HC."
Well, that was WEIRD.
I dunno... I just DUNNO.
KHC has been in the army a month now. I wonder how he's doing.
I've never interacted like such with the guy in real life. Seven years my senior, he's more of someone I look up to.