Jongdae had been one of the first people to talk to Baekhyun when he'd arrived in Jeolbyeog-ri. "You're Byun Baekhyun, right?" Baekhyun had still been in shock, then, trying his best to catch up in a school that was at least a few months ahead of his old one, and trying to make sense out of living at that big old guesthouse with the grandmother he usually only visited once a month. "I heard your m—" He'd stopped, then, and sat down next to Baekhyun on the rock wall outside the old school building, close enough that Baekhyun could feel the warmth radiating off him, but not so close that he felt cornered. "Well, I heard from my mom you were going to be living with Old Woman Yi up at the guesthouse."
Baekhyun had looked up at him then. "Yeah," he'd said, and Jongdae had smiled.
"Well, I'm Kim Jongdae. My family owns a pork belly restaurant here in the village. You should come sometime." Kim Jongdae's mouth had stretched wide, showing lots of teeth. He seemed so nice, and Baekhyun wanted to smile back. "And…" Kim Jongdae had hesitated, and then he'd dragged his Spiderman backpack onto his lap, pulling out a book from inside. "My mom gave this to me," he'd said. "When my dad died." He'd given it to Baekhyun, who'd taken it with shaking hands. "Maybe you don't like to read, so just in case, I'll tell you what's in it. It's about Ieodo."
"Ieodo?" Baekhyun had run his hand over the cover. It was painted with men and women in white robes, like the shamans wore.
"Ieodo is the lost island where the souls of the fisherman and divers lost at sea go," Jongdae had said. My mom says it's paradise, but…" He'd stopped, then, and he'd moved a little closer to Baekhyun. "But I was worried my dad would be lonely, there. Maybe now, they can be friends, your mom and my dad. Neither of them will be lonely, that way."
"Yeah," Baekhyun had said, and to his embarrassment, he'd almost started to cry again.
"So if my dad and your mom are going to be friends," Jongdae had said, his own voice kind of weird, like maybe he wanted to cry too. Baekhyun had felt awful about that. Baekbeom, in the end, had only cried when he'd seen Baekhyun crying. Maybe something about Baekhyun made people feel bad. "Then I figure we should be friends too."
The kitchen floor is cold under Baekhyun's feet. "You're my very best friend, Kim Jongdae, and don't you forget it."
Jongdae snorts, one of his hands slapping Baekhyun's stomach. "You're a big sap," he says, but he's smiling huge and wide, just like back then, when Baekhyun lets go of him.
— in the territory of the dragon king by curledupkitten