dream a little

Bak Hayun. 26. Hapkido Instructor. Witch. Dreamwalker.

[wdhayun]

stuck in a dream//open

Hayun looked around her. Well, fuck. Her nap had turned into another deep dive into someone’s subconscious. She had been stressed about the hunters lately, telling her family to not come visit her for a while. Of course, her brothers kept insisting they wanted to be there for her. She had threatened them with bodily harm, so they were listening to her for the moment. Her mother had not backed down though, still trying to get Hayun to move back home.

The conversation with her today had exhausted her so much, Hayun decided to take a nap. Usually, she needed to hit REM sleep before going into someone’s mind, so she had figured a short nap would prevent that from happening. Unfortunately, it looked like she was sleeping through her alarm. Great.

She looked around at the dreamscape. It was certainly interesting. She was in a dark and gloomy forest, with twisted trees looming overhead. The ground was covered with thick fog, making it difficult to see more than a few feet in front of her. 

As she walked through the forest, she heard the sound of footsteps behind her. She turned around quickly, but there was nobody there. She shrugged it off and kept walking, but the footsteps continued to follow her. She looked around, trying to find the source of the noise, and finally saw a shadowy figure darting through the trees. 

“Is this your dream?” she asked.

[wdhayun]

wdhwanji​:

hwanji was doing his best to just avoid everyone recently. the town was crawling with hunters, ones that were no doubt smarter than he was about supernatural things, and he really didn’t want to deal with the consequences if anyone found out about his…situation. unfortunately, avoiding everyone sometimes meant making choices that were…less than safe.

he crept down the more deserted street, keeping a sharp eye out for anyone that might have been looking for a fight. halfway towards his destination, he heard the sounds of a struggle in the near distance and his head turned, immediately trying to follow the noise. his hearing was spot-on, eventually leading him to a nearby alleyway where he could see several people moving at the end of the gloom.

something shot out past him—he was only vaguely aware of its wolven nature, head craning behind him to catch another look, but the creature was long gone. so whatever was down this alley was likely looking for werewolves—and not in a good way. carefully, hwanji took a step forward, his voice shaking as he called out. “who’s down there?”

at the response, he jolted forward, rushing towards the dispute to find a woman holding a man in a headlock and several others standing nearby. without really comprehending what he was doing, he kicked out, knocking two of them down with one blow. one of them turned tail, sprinting towards the end of the alleyway. he let them run. he wasn’t eager to pick a fight.

before things could get any worse, hwanji twisted around, striking the jaw of the one in the woman’s grip. “come on,” he panted, glancing up at her as he took a few steps back, “we should run, now.” his heart pounded in panic at the situation he’d managed to find himself in—this was dangerous for him. they needed to move, not only for her sake, but for his as well.

Though Hayun was trained in hapkido, she often fought more like a street fighter. Sure, she always carried cursed objects in her pockets (similar to how some women carried pepper spray) but she usually relied on her body. It was instinctual for her, if not always the best decision. No one had ever accused her of being great at thinking things through.

Normally, she would have stayed and fought. She would have taken her anger out on these bigots and watched them regret everything they had ever done. Hayun wasn’t out to convince them that they were actually harmless. She was there to teach them that if they attacked them without reason, they were more than capable of taking care of themselves.

However, her desire for vengeance was pushed to the side for her desire to protect this stranger. After all, he had come to her aid. Before she quite knew what she was doing, she nodded. There would be plenty more fights coming up. She could sense it.

Hayun knew the streets like the back of her hand. Despite it being the other party’s idea to run, she took the lead. “I know a hidden werewolf bar nearby. They have a witch on staff, so the hunters won’t be able to cross the threshold if we get there.” It would also give her a chance to warn them that the hunters were even closer than they expected.

“We just first need to lose them.” Otherwise, the hunters would be led right to them and the werewolves would be trapped in that bar for who knows how long. She turned to the him, still not breaking her pace. “Hayun by the way.”

[wdhayun]

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[wdhayun]

wdhayun​:

and it doesn’t take long before his feet takes him to the looming shadows on the other end, the voice yelling back baffles him slightly - unsure of what was going on. the thought dies down just as quickly as the fist that threatens to lunge at him. “what’d you do to these guys?” turning to her slightly, an arm securing the neck of a hunter that struggles before him. “what are these? wolves? hunters? the homeless?”

“Hunters!” Hayun said.

She thought for a moment as her fist swung into a hunter’s face. “Helped a wolf escape. Not that they stayed to help me,” she said. They didn’t need to, but she would have appreciated the assistance. Taking on a pack of hunters was hard, even for her.

Hayun’s dream magic couldn’t quite help her here. But her martial arts training more than made up for it. Hayun was outnumbered, but she refused to back down. She dodged their attacks and countered with her own punches and kicks. The hunters were getting desperate. She moved like water, striking and dodging with ease.

After knocking another into the ground, she remembered her manners. “Thanks for helping by the way.” 

Unfortunately, that moment of politeness gave one of the hunters a chance to pull her hair. She yelped. Fuck. Hayun twisted herself around and aimed for his “special parts”. It was a cheap move, but so was grabbing her hair. She released a string of curses that would have had her mom washing her mouth out with soap. 

Hayun stepped back and took a deep breath. She tried to calm the red in her eyes. Focus. Relax. If she didn’t think first, her temper would get the better of her. This was not a fight she could win in the long haul. Not with so many of these hunters in town. “I am not a fan of running, but I am also not going to wait for more hunters to show up. Let’s go!” 

[wdhayun]

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[wdhayun]

an awkward encounter//ghost & hayun

Hayun had not seen Ghost for a while. At least, not in person. His mind often called to her and she didn’t want him to be alone in such scary landscapes. Yes, she was terrified every time she was in them, but she could only imagine what it was like to be haunted by them. Unfortunately, letting her guard down had led to the current awkwardness.

Hayun was not a touchy-feelie person. That was part of the reason she had never been in a romantic relationship and had kissed exactly one person before. It had not ended well because she did not take surprises well. However, that was nothing compared to wandering into one of Ghost’s sex dreams and becoming a part of it. And that was nothing compared to liking it. She knew virginity was a social construct, but even this was a head scratcher. 

So, between that and the hunters in town, she did what she did best. She drank. A lot. 

It was amazing how relaxes bottomless shots made you feel. Maybe it was that liquid courage that gave her the opportunity to stumble next to the very person she had been avoiding. “Hey, you. We need to talk.” 

[wdhayun]

heads will roll//open

Normally, Hayun would not go through a dark alleyway, but she had seen the hunters corner the poor wolf. She had no choice but to follow them and save the poor thing. Unfortunately, while the wolf had gotten away, Hayun was left with the fallout.

Hayun was no stranger to men who wanted to hurt her. Growing up, she met plenty of men who were terrified at the concept of a woman who was better than them, stronger than them. They felt emasculated because she refused to back down like the good Korean girl she was supposed to be and that meant they lashed out.

She was a vengeful girl, eager to hold any grudge. If they were just some assholes on the street, she would simply leave it at putting their asses through the ringer. However, they were not that. They were hunters and they clearly wanted her dead for simply existing.

Hayun’s mind was going through the process of what move to make when a voice echoed through the alley. One of the men turned to look at the disturbance. Her hand shot out, striking his elbow before putting him in a lock. She yelled out. “Well, don’t just stand there, help me!”

[wdhayun]

wdjnh​:

“ugh, okay, yeah, that — that was nasty. sorry, won’t happen again.” he picked at the tomato, then. “i mean, we do magic. who needs a degree, anyway?! the world is our oyster. you don’t have to eat any tomato or, or anything you don’t like. just whisk it away; who’s there to complain or say you’re not allowed to? whisk them away, too. i would’ve zapped your bullies away, too, if i were there. just – poof. maybe try and make them turn into frogs. can you turn anyone into a frog? that would be funny, actually. without the kiss-to-turn-human option.” all the rambling & he quickly realized that he got ahead of himself. “we can go,” he said, calmly. “i’ll pay, too. not that i’m eager, i really appreciate that you cooked for me, hayun. but i could meet your brothers, right?”

Hayun began to list her brothers. “Haneul is twenty-one, Hajun and Hwan are both twenty, Haseon is seventeen, Hongbin is sixteen, and Hyeok is twelve.” She said it all in one breath, having had plenty of practice. People usually blinked repeatedly at this point, wondering why her family would choose such chaos in this day and age. Admittedly, they all frequently debated if Hyeok was a surprise or not. Her parents never gave a straight answer.

“I think my mom kept trying for a ‘normal’ girl and instead ended up with my brothers.” Her tone was joking, but it was a thought that had frequently crossed her mind. Though her father claimed they waited so long for their second kid because of finances and being new parents, Hayun the suspicion was always there. It was no secret Hayun was nothing like her mother expected. 

“Of course you can meet them. Just know you are in for a lot. Haneul especially. We are probably the closest but he likes to stir up trouble.” In particular, his gambling problem gave the family frequent headaches. Hayun did not exactly enjoy yanking her brother by the ear to get him out of shady establishments. It was almost amazing how he could find them in even the nicest of neighborhoods. Magic could only get him out of so much.

Jun was polite. Sweet. He reminded her of the twins. They always had their noses in books. They were sweet and polite. Clearly, the stork had made a mistake dropping them off at their home, but they adapted anyways. “At least my cooking is getting better,” she said. Unfortunately, it was true. He should have seen her attempts as a teenager. “Apparently, magic can’t fix everything,” she said, eyeballing the burnt chicken.

[wdhayun]

wdmisu​:

HER. IT’S HER.

for a face he scarcely remembers, he’s so sure of it. YOU, the voice seethes, and then he has somehow crossed the room to where she stands. it feels like he’s done this before, and it nags at him, a frenetic, what do you want from me? who are you? “you,” he says without bothering to announce himself. he cuts into her line of vision so that there’s no mistake, wonder and anger flickering across his face. “you’re real.”

This was not a rare event for Hayun. Supernaturals always seemed to recognize her more easily than normal humans. After all, in dreams, she wasn’t usually the most important party. People were too self-centered to pay her much attention in their dreams. At most, they did a double take, as if trying to figure out where they recognized her from. 

Hayun often forgot faces. There were too many dreams to keep track of them. So, they blended together. There were exceptions. Some dreams left their mark on her. Also, it was hard to forget those she revisited. Their dreams were too powerful and they became as familiar to her as those she knew in the waking world. Often, she never saw them outside the dreams. However, there were exceptions and she was standing in front of one.

Truthfully, she would have recognized him even if he hadn’t confronted her. His dreams haunted her. There was so much darkness in them. It was disconcerting, considering the brightness of their surroundings and her formal outfit. Hayun wondered how she should play this. She could pretend not to know what he was talking about (many people didn’t take kindly to someone invading their dreams). Unfortunately, that could also backfire. The brain was a fragile thing.

“Hello,” she said. “Nice to meet you.” Though her tone was polite enough, she made sure to get into a firm stance. Just in case this got physical. 

[wdhayun]

wdjnh​:

his silence was diligent, followed by the nodding of his head in a rhythmic manner; almost appearing as if he was doing it absent-mindedly, as if he paid no mind to it, almost as if he were there only physically, thoughts taking him on a journey elsewhere — a place either real, or completely made up and thus having swallowed him. somewhere in a faraway land; surrounded by six older brothers, surrounded by cheerfulness and something happening at every moment. the crampedness of environment, the lack of personal space, the eventual parting of siblings as they outstretch their wings and leave the home he’s known all his life, leaving him alone — 

junha grimaced; in truth, towards the thoughts that came to be a grim cloud over his mind. like this, it appeared as if he had a gripe with the food before him.

“for me, it’s been really — boring, i guess. i had a pet, did sports, studied, an endless loop like that. i wanted to be a veterinarian, actually, but then,” he cut himself off, hand promptly covering his mouth. what was he to say? but then i found out i can do magic and threw everything away. he realized just how foolish he would seem — “but i found out i can do magic, too. i mean, i’m still young, i have the time. but i want to learn more about this, too? my parents would be so disappointed.”

he sighed then, as if a stone had fallen off of his heart.

“six brothers, though, sounds… it’s like from a movie. are you all close?” he placed the chopsticks down upon the bowl’s rest holes — instead, he leaned against his hands, eyes looking directly at hers, wide with curiosity. “did they protect you? you know, the big brother type of protectiveness  — beating bullies up — are you going to eat that?" 

Hayun was impressed. “I thought I wanted to be a surgeon. Thankfully, not a lot of math involved. Or history.” She grimaced. She was good at neither. “I have a degree in biology I have never used. My dad was fine with it. My mom thinks it was a waste. Though, she might have thought differently if she had chosen a less violent field. Her mother had always wanted a ‘normal’ daughter. Though, to her mother’s credit, she had defended Hayun whenever her grandmother criticized her.

Hayun shook her head, leaving thoughts of annoying relatives behind. She smiled at the mention of her brothers. They were a lot, but she couldn’t imagine life without them. In fact, her apartment was too quiet without them. Even if she did like having her own bathroom. Maybe she needed a dog. “Yeah, we’re close. They come down whenever they can. I think they just like being away from our parents. It is a lot easier to get into trouble without them around,” she half-joked.

“My brothers are all younger than me, but we all look out for each other,” she said. “I remember they once started a rumor about me at school. Even though my brother was several grades below me, he came over to deck them.” They didn’t need to. Hayun could look after herself. But it was nice to have someone understand that she did, in fact, have feelings. And they were hurt. 

Hayun shook her head, passing the tomatoes to Junha. “They are my least favorite fruit by far.” She sighed. “Maybe next time we should have a good old-fashioned family meal at a restaurant.”

[wdhayun]

wddaehyun​:

“Or maybe you should eat MORE of the things around a bit. Sight is not the only sense you know.” But he heeds her advice regardless, standing and flicking the water from his hands. He watches as the butterfly sits on her fingers delicately. It was… a moment. He was hesitant to label it magical since he knew what magic really was, and what humans considered ‘magical’.

“Are you sure it’s me doing this? You seem quite at home.” And he gestures to the butterfly on her hand. “You fit right in. This could just be you.” He should acknowledge the introduction though, shouldn’t he? “Hayun. Pretty. Just called me Day. Everyone calls me Day.” As a Fae he couldn’t just waltz around telling people his real name. Then they could make him do boring stuff.

“So, Hayun, since we’re here and you mentioned looking around, where should we head off to? Looks like there’s a path that leads somewhere… somewhere. Yeah. You feel like having an adventure?” And he dips into a lounge, gesturing down the mentioned path with both arms extended out. He resists the urge to wiggle his fingers, now was not the time for jazz hands. Or was it?

Hayun didn’t hesitate before she stepped on to the pathway. Perhaps she should have, as he was a stranger, but there was only so much trouble they could get into a dream. It could hurt her, but she wouldn’t die. Probably. She had yet to get that far in a dream. 

Hayun looked around at the dreamscape. The scene began to shift. Suddenly, they were in a lush forest, with tall trees and a variety of colorful flowers and plants. The sky was a bright blue, and the sun was shining down on them. Hayun walked down the pathway, taking in all the sights and sounds around her. There were odd items hanging from the trees. Boxing bags, cookies, streamers, more giant mushrooms. The list went on.

Hayun shot Day a quizzical look. She wondered what the significance of these items were and why they were appearing in her dream. It could have meant something significant or just be about the movie one of them watched the night before. There were no clear answers in dreams. Not until they woke up and Hayun was unsure if she would ever see Day in the waking world. “Maybe we should climb one of those trees. Though, be careful. The dream can change at any moment.” She had fallen in her fair share. It was never pleasant.

[wdhayun]

the art of war

@wdxhyemi​

Hayun quite respected boxing. Though she specialized in hapkido, she quite enjoyed throwing fists. Everyone she hit always deserved it. However, her respect for boxing did not extend to Hyemi. The woman, though a good fighter, made Hayun’s blood boil.

People said they were too much alike, but Hayun had never thought of herself as arrogant as Hyemi. She scoffed any time that someone mentioned it. They were lucky she was not as quick to hit as she got older. They might have ended up on the ground for saying something so stupid.

Hayun would normally be more than prepared to fight Hyemi, but in a frilly dress and high heels, she was a bit out of her element. She supposed she could jab her heels at her if necessary, but it was a party. She could play nice. In theory. 

“What are you doing here?” Well, there went that theory. At least the fae would have entertainment she supposed. Fuck, she should have brought her own alcohol. 

[wdhayun]

a mad tea party

location: hallasan (fae ball)

Hayun hesitated, before accepting the pastry in her hand. She inspected it every which way. Did fairy pastries resemble other pastries? Was there something that made them stick out? However, the person in front of her insisted they brought it with them. That made it safe, right?

Not for the first time, Hayun wondered if maybe she should have spent more time trying to associate with people outside her coven. It had been exciting, joining a group of witches. Back home, the only witches she was ever around were family. She had been excited to find such a big community in Jeju. Unfortunately, that had clearly left some gaps in her knowledge.

Hayun brought the pastry closer to her mouth. Then, she thought better of it. She looked at the person straight in the eye. “Am I going to regret accepting this from you?”

[wdhayun]

what dreams are made of

@wdghost​

location: hallansan (fae ball)

Hayun didn’t normally run for her life, but even she had to resist the urge. Really, the only reason she was still on the spot was because she had been convinced to wear torture devices on her feet. Combined with the very frilly dress someone had forced her into (because that was ‘appropriate’ for such events), Hayun was not exactly combat ready. The dress was also a bright red, so if she wanted to hide, it would be impossible to do so in such a outfit. At least it would disguise blood stains.

Fuck it. Hayun punched the fae right across the face. “Keep the hell away from me, or I will curse you into the next century,” she said. Hayun was preparing to take off her shoes to use as projectiles when she heard a noise behind her. Hayun turned around. She was prepared to ask who was eavesdropping, when her mouth dropped open slightly.

It was him. The dream guy. Wait, no. That was not the way to phrase it. She stared at him for a moment, as the fae began to come to. Instead of greeting him, she went straight to defending herself. “I would just like to point out that he started it.” She wasn’t sure why she was bothering. “And I didn’t even curse him, which I could of.” She said the last part to the body on the ground. Really, for a fae, he should have taken a hit better. She didn’t even manage to sneak iron past the guards.

[wdhayun]

“you’re nothing but a monster.”

Hayun had been called a monster often in her life. Mostly, it was from other humans. Though, usually, they didn't know what she was. It was simply because of her personality. Somehow, that seemed better than this person calling her that because of something she could not change. "Say that to my face again. I dare you."

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[wdhayun]

“it’s midnight, what do you want?”

"World peace," she said, sarcastically. Hayun gritted her teeth. Right. Calming breaths. She needed to be nicer to people. Especially people she needed a favor from. She could do this. "I need something from you."

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[wdhayun]

"what about a compromise? i'll kill them first, and if it turns out they were innocent i'll apologize later."

"That seems reasonable to me," she said. Hayun looked around at the carnage around them. No one was actually dead but some were definitely going to need a trip to the emergency room. They deserved it, but she wasn't sure the police would see it that way. "Though, I am not sure if we would get away with it. People are surprisingly uptight about justice."

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