Hero
Weekly Challenge #1 Write a story or a scene featuring your bias x your least fave member OR member you have most trouble writing.
Title: Hero
Pairing: Xiu Min x D.O
Rating: T
Genre: Character Study
Length: 2 686
Summary: Kyungsoo is the ideal personality Minseok wants to have, Kyungsoo is everything Minseok wants to be.
Warnings: Shitty ending because I got bored towards the end.
Notes: I am one of those who doesn't have a least favorite, but when I checked my submission form, I saw Xiu Min was firstly written and D.O last. So, here you have it.
***
When Minseok wakes up, he realizes he has fallen asleep with Kyungsoo on top of him.
Chuckling at his own absent-mindedness, he gently lays Kyungsoo beside him, getting up for a shower to collect his energy to pull off the hustle and bustle of the whole notion that is Monday. Humming a melody as water washes away the excess amount of dried sweat, a ‘hello’ gift from a fervent July night; and only when he reaches out for his towel he discerns the melody was nothing but the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles theme music.
Good thing that there is no one to hear that then, isn’t it?
He doesn’t have breakfast, because he doesn’t need it - he’s one of those people who doesn’t feel like eating in a short while after they wake up. Promising his stomach a donut from the new Krispy Kreme branch just below his office later that morning, he closes the door behind and walks down the stairs to where his motorbike is waiting for him. He may be internet famous, but that doesn’t work for anything in real life, especially when you have a boss who has his face in the dictionary as ‘the opposite of a morning person’.
He doesn’t worry about Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo always waits for him.
(…)
“Yesterday, Kyungsoo went out for a coffee. He’s bored, you know. He’s longing for a new adventure, but everyone has those stagnant periods of time. That’s the life.”
“Where’d he go?”
“A new café on the next street, somewhere with a safari theme. He didn’t like it, he complained about how possums and tigers can’t be up and awake at the same time of the day.”
(…)
Internet is such an amazing thing. With pressing some buttons here and clicks there, Kyungsoo is across him, ready to color his dull office life. Come to think of it, without Kyungsoo there, he would have quit this well-paid job long ago - or tedium might have choked him too, that’s a possibility.
He smiles as Kyungsoo appears before his eyes.
Kyungsoo is bored, although this is no different from how he’s been during the whole passing week. The monotonous, normal city life isn’t what he’s made for; comfort stings at him like an annoying mosquito that never gets tired, he’s yearning for maybe a scorching sun heating his neck or an endless blizzard intent on acknowledging him as its enemy. He wants to go after an ancient object or a lost document again, a quest that would risk his life, where he can trust none. He is willing to even duplicate that illustrious scar on his left forearm for some tension and ambiguity, and no, he doesn’t mean a girlfriend.
Minseok smiles at him and apologizes, reminding him that sometimes there might be just nothing to do and there is nothing wrong with coming home and having some rest time to time.
But Kyungsoo has had his rest. Now, he thinks, it’s time to get back on business.
(…)
“He can’t stay for too long, though, I know that. Something will come up and find him, that’s for sure - if there is a known fact about him, it’s that Do Kyungsoo is a trouble magnet-”
“-more like trouble is a Do Kyungsoo magnet, though.”
“That’s what I’m talking about.”
(…)
Kyungsoo has big and round eyes, a button nose, and shaped lips that can be pulled in a sinful smirk. His messy hair encircling his face is now cursed to be forever disheveled and tousled, owing to Mother Nature’s countless vagaries he’s been through during his adventures; although Minseok knows it was once soft and shiny like an expensive silk under his hand.
That night, when he gets back home from a long day of work, Minseok decides he needs to spare some time for Kyungsoo - Kyungsoo needs his care.
He takes Kyungsoo across him and stares and the blankness pictured before his eyes. Kyungsoo is doing absolutely nothing, just sitting on a couch in his home (that doesn’t even feel like home since three years ago, that he doesn’t even visit more than once or twice a year), his eyes locked on the television screen but not seeing anything, something in the documentary having somehow reminding him of a little boy he met in Ethiopia, a country where he visited unplanned to find the archeologist he was looking for him to make a finally goddamn right decode. He wonders what that boy is doing right now.
Minseok sighs. Kyungsoo can’t stay in Seoul any longer, and he knows he has to do something about it very soon.
(…)
“He read some news about a corpse found in Texas. The corpse’s age is detected as ninety or so years old, but its condition is pretty well-preserved, as if the guy has died three days ago. It was a very small column, and it was told as if it doesn’t really matters; but you know Kyungsoo, he just has to go see it himself, he says he feels there is more to that. He doesn’t trust American government but can you really blame him, after how they tried to… stop him, to describe nicely, around Himalayas?”
“True, true. But I thought Kyungsoo trusts no country’s government.”
“Exactly.”
(…)
Kyungsoo goes to the city library as the first thing to do in the morning. He doesn’t trust internet to do his researches - not that he does trust to the books, since he knows how the information is manipulated in everything that is common; but at least what the ink says can’t be changed once it’s written and, when he’s looking for an old knowledge, if he finds books old enough, he can find some variations that he can judge which once can be closer to the truth.
Besides, the information he’s looking for can only be modified so much, for that it’s more of hard science than actual dangerous ones like history, and some of what’s there could be just cropped out and not changed.
His knowledge about mummifying doesn’t go further than a sentence he learned at high school: some ancient societies deemed protecting the vessel of the soul is important for the rise of the death in Armageddon (or varieties in that culture). Now he thinks he needs to know how you mummify a dead body, why would you mummify a body in modern age and if it’s possible for a body to get mummified by pure luck if nature provides essential conditions.
He always prefers to learn some trivia before he goes on a travel.
(…)
“Sometimes I kinda feel like a sadist for torturing him like this, having him to wait in Seoul...”
“But you need a setup.”
“Yeah, I know.”
(…)
When Kyungsoo’s grandfather, whose face was blurry in the Do family’s memories for that he’d travel often as the athletic scout for South Korean national soccer team (that he refused to retire from) died, leaving behind a great amount of money and no estate or sorts for his favorite grandson, he had only one last will to say: use this to see the world.
A very clear instruction even for the dullest mind. Don’t buy a property. Don’t get in an educational program. Don’t trifle the money away for a social life.
Just travel.
And, needless to say, Kyungsoo was a rather smart boy.
For months, he didn’t touch the money, secretly desiring to be able to quit his gloomy job and live his life to the fullest, but also respectful to his grandfather - just not willing to get his ass out of his couch and bother to endure hours on a flying vehicle where he’s most likely to get headaches and sinusitis problems.
It takes another death for something to finally hit his head.
Finding out an intern he didn’t know more than a face and a name about dying in a car accident, someone who is much younger than him, finally made him not know but understand that you never know how much time you have left. Maybe his grandfather hadn’t affected him this much since he was already so old and it subconsciously felt like it was time for him to go, and sure he had seen news about children dying on TV and newspapers but it never felt as real, as if it’s just another movie or a book. Someone who saw his energy oozing in the corridors daily, though, has a lot differences and realizing he would no longer see the young intern again finally taught him something. Something that is so common, something everyone knows but only few understands.
Life is so fucking short.
That’s the story how Do Kyungsoo, an ordinary young man with an ordinary life, whose biggest adventure had been playing an April’s Fool prank on his middle school principal, who hasn’t even gone out of the city center of Seoul ends up getting tickets for an impromptu trip in India.
Little did he know what troubles would chase him down when he accepted that amulet from that young Indian girl.
(…)
“He already has booked plane tickets for Texas. He says he’s grown allergic to the safe city life of Seoul and is determined to go.”
“Then just let him go.”
“I can’t. I don’t know what he’d do there.”
(…)
Kyungsoo had fallen in love with a girl once.
She was a Chinese girl with caramel skin and feline eyes. The way she got in Kyungsoo’s life was one of the few normal things that occurred in his current life - through a mutual music interest with Elton John playing on the store’s speakers in Qingdao. With both of them having time to waste and somehow managing to communicate with some Chinese here and some Korean or English there, they settled for a regular coffee date after shopping.
She was a college student in her senior year, liked photographing or writing when she needs some getaway from reality and had big dreams. Kyungsoo remembers curling his toes in envy when she said she majored in gastronomy, he has always found something enjoyable in cooking and cold ‘what’d I do in the future’ logic had caught better of him when he actually wanted to go to a culinary department or sorts.
She had fallen in love with his adventurous soul, and he had fallen for her determination to pursue her dreams. A normal love story, except Kyungsoo is no longer normal and had missed their first official date unintentionally while he was chased by a gang of art thieves on Qingdao streets.
At first, it was just a little glitch; but after a couple months later, when Kyungsoo felt like he’d go crazy if he stayed to live a monotonous life together with her one more day, and it was evident they were not made for each other. There was no drama, no betrayal, no pain of death in their breakup - his normal relationship ended with a normal breakup and that’s the last normal page in his life he remembers going through so far.
(…)
“Guess who found out his neighbor is in fact a mortician? He says that it didn’t catch his interest at first, but the man saw the books he borrowed from the library, you know, the ones about mummies, and invited him in for a talk. Turns out, he’s not just a mortician - well, he is, but one of the rare ones whose family has been doing this thing for centuries.”
“…centuries?”
“Centuries. He told Kyungsoo all he knows about mummifying, and let me tell you, he sure knows a lot - even though he has never used tiniest bit of that knowledge!”
(…)
“I’ve learnt more in the last three years than I ever had in sixteen years of school,” Kyungsoo always says. Everyone who has known him since before his grandfather died agrees, because he is right; the timid, naïve boy died somewhere on India shores; when Kyungsoo stepped on Seoul’s solid again, there was a strong-willed and clever man behind his big doe-like eyes - and a little bit tanner skin on his body.
Quitting his job as a journalist in an almost unheard magazine is the first thing he does after India. Reserving another trip to Ukraine where a street magician has been jailed for no reason is a close second.
After Ukraine comes Switzerland. Later Brazil, Uruguay, Cuba, China, Argentine, Turkey, Egypt… He has even bought a globe to do that thing he saw in a movie; spinning it around its axis and stopping it with a forefinger, and traveling wherever his finger lands. Ocean? Search on internet if there are small islands that can’t be seen on a map. No? Then spin again.
Not always his globe map decides where his plane takes off to though. Sometimes it’s a news he reads on a newspaper, or a legend or description he reads in a book. Or it could be simply a concert he wants to see, or just a famous antique remnant. What matters is that he wants to see it, and in a few days, he’s there.
He’s just unlucky that he almost always gets in trouble, but in his opinion, as long as he survives in the end, he wants it. Of course, it’s never guaranteed that he’d survive, but that’s the point of everything really.
“I only gained curiosity in India,” Kyungsoo corrects anyone who mentions his sudden evolution. “The rest just came as a package.”
(…)
“I think I love Kyungsoo.”
Lu Han’s round eyes grew in a way that no Asian eyes should. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”
Minseok’s lips bend into a smirk around the edge of his coffee mug. “And why is that?”
(…)
Kyungsoo hasn’t majored in archeology, chemistry, psychology, history, symbology, astronomy nor philosophy. He's not a cop, and absolutely not a detective. He’s just curious, and for the answers he’s seeking, he’s ready to hunt them down all around the world.
He’s always reminded of the phrase ‘curiosity killed the cat’, but well, he hasn’t been killed yet, and that curiosity sure has taught him a lot. He had not a single clue about etymology before he went to Ethiopia. He learned all he knows about stars (except that they are very very hot balls in space which he has been taught in elementary school) from and astrophysicist whom he found out to be the owner of the hidden astrolabe hidden in a temple around Xi’an.
But curiosity is also the origin of all his adventures. Like Lu Han once said, trouble attracted Kyungsoo like a magnet; even when he doesn’t look for it, he comes and finds him. Not that Kyungsoo has any complaints. Somewhere between the Alps and Hawaii, he has, in fact, grown an addiction for life-threatening situations. The pattern pupil at school who was all about order and discipline in his life, like it’s mentioned, has gone long ago, for that he now hates all routines and agrees that nothing but the change itself should change.
That’s the thing Minseok admires about him the most. Kyungsoo improved his own self and matured just when he thought he couldn’t grow up any longer. He has modified everything that used to make him rather weak, started actually using his intelligence and simply got stronger - even though it wasn’t what he intended at first.
Kyungsoo is the ideal personality Minseok wants to have, Kyungsoo is everything Minseok wants to be. The identity he created just by wandering his fingertips on a laptop keyboard has somehow invaded a special spot in his brain and heart all for himself, and Minseok would be lying if he said he had a problem with that.
He spills his own dreams about foreign adventures at Kyungsoo’s feet; after all, it would be a shame if someone didn’t experience those.
(…)
“Why, Lu Han?”
“Because he’s not real! He’s just the character of some web novel you write in your spare times, a spark of your imagination.”
“Wrong,” Minseok grins, leaning against his chair’s back. “He’s real, because I created him.”
***
Alex Speaks: Inspired by Boris Vian's words, "This story is real, because I created it." Or something like that, because I just translated a translation.
Title: Hero
Pairing: Xiu Min x D.O
Rating: T
Genre: Character Study
Length: 2 686
Summary: Kyungsoo is the ideal personality Minseok wants to have, Kyungsoo is everything Minseok wants to be.
Warnings: Shitty ending because I got bored towards the end.
Notes: I am one of those who doesn't have a least favorite, but when I checked my submission form, I saw Xiu Min was firstly written and D.O last. So, here you have it.
***
When Minseok wakes up, he realizes he has fallen asleep with Kyungsoo on top of him.
Chuckling at his own absent-mindedness, he gently lays Kyungsoo beside him, getting up for a shower to collect his energy to pull off the hustle and bustle of the whole notion that is Monday. Humming a melody as water washes away the excess amount of dried sweat, a ‘hello’ gift from a fervent July night; and only when he reaches out for his towel he discerns the melody was nothing but the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles theme music.
Good thing that there is no one to hear that then, isn’t it?
He doesn’t have breakfast, because he doesn’t need it - he’s one of those people who doesn’t feel like eating in a short while after they wake up. Promising his stomach a donut from the new Krispy Kreme branch just below his office later that morning, he closes the door behind and walks down the stairs to where his motorbike is waiting for him. He may be internet famous, but that doesn’t work for anything in real life, especially when you have a boss who has his face in the dictionary as ‘the opposite of a morning person’.
He doesn’t worry about Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo always waits for him.
(…)
“Yesterday, Kyungsoo went out for a coffee. He’s bored, you know. He’s longing for a new adventure, but everyone has those stagnant periods of time. That’s the life.”
“Where’d he go?”
“A new café on the next street, somewhere with a safari theme. He didn’t like it, he complained about how possums and tigers can’t be up and awake at the same time of the day.”
(…)
Internet is such an amazing thing. With pressing some buttons here and clicks there, Kyungsoo is across him, ready to color his dull office life. Come to think of it, without Kyungsoo there, he would have quit this well-paid job long ago - or tedium might have choked him too, that’s a possibility.
He smiles as Kyungsoo appears before his eyes.
Kyungsoo is bored, although this is no different from how he’s been during the whole passing week. The monotonous, normal city life isn’t what he’s made for; comfort stings at him like an annoying mosquito that never gets tired, he’s yearning for maybe a scorching sun heating his neck or an endless blizzard intent on acknowledging him as its enemy. He wants to go after an ancient object or a lost document again, a quest that would risk his life, where he can trust none. He is willing to even duplicate that illustrious scar on his left forearm for some tension and ambiguity, and no, he doesn’t mean a girlfriend.
Minseok smiles at him and apologizes, reminding him that sometimes there might be just nothing to do and there is nothing wrong with coming home and having some rest time to time.
But Kyungsoo has had his rest. Now, he thinks, it’s time to get back on business.
(…)
“He can’t stay for too long, though, I know that. Something will come up and find him, that’s for sure - if there is a known fact about him, it’s that Do Kyungsoo is a trouble magnet-”
“-more like trouble is a Do Kyungsoo magnet, though.”
“That’s what I’m talking about.”
(…)
Kyungsoo has big and round eyes, a button nose, and shaped lips that can be pulled in a sinful smirk. His messy hair encircling his face is now cursed to be forever disheveled and tousled, owing to Mother Nature’s countless vagaries he’s been through during his adventures; although Minseok knows it was once soft and shiny like an expensive silk under his hand.
That night, when he gets back home from a long day of work, Minseok decides he needs to spare some time for Kyungsoo - Kyungsoo needs his care.
He takes Kyungsoo across him and stares and the blankness pictured before his eyes. Kyungsoo is doing absolutely nothing, just sitting on a couch in his home (that doesn’t even feel like home since three years ago, that he doesn’t even visit more than once or twice a year), his eyes locked on the television screen but not seeing anything, something in the documentary having somehow reminding him of a little boy he met in Ethiopia, a country where he visited unplanned to find the archeologist he was looking for him to make a finally goddamn right decode. He wonders what that boy is doing right now.
Minseok sighs. Kyungsoo can’t stay in Seoul any longer, and he knows he has to do something about it very soon.
(…)
“He read some news about a corpse found in Texas. The corpse’s age is detected as ninety or so years old, but its condition is pretty well-preserved, as if the guy has died three days ago. It was a very small column, and it was told as if it doesn’t really matters; but you know Kyungsoo, he just has to go see it himself, he says he feels there is more to that. He doesn’t trust American government but can you really blame him, after how they tried to… stop him, to describe nicely, around Himalayas?”
“True, true. But I thought Kyungsoo trusts no country’s government.”
“Exactly.”
(…)
Kyungsoo goes to the city library as the first thing to do in the morning. He doesn’t trust internet to do his researches - not that he does trust to the books, since he knows how the information is manipulated in everything that is common; but at least what the ink says can’t be changed once it’s written and, when he’s looking for an old knowledge, if he finds books old enough, he can find some variations that he can judge which once can be closer to the truth.
Besides, the information he’s looking for can only be modified so much, for that it’s more of hard science than actual dangerous ones like history, and some of what’s there could be just cropped out and not changed.
His knowledge about mummifying doesn’t go further than a sentence he learned at high school: some ancient societies deemed protecting the vessel of the soul is important for the rise of the death in Armageddon (or varieties in that culture). Now he thinks he needs to know how you mummify a dead body, why would you mummify a body in modern age and if it’s possible for a body to get mummified by pure luck if nature provides essential conditions.
He always prefers to learn some trivia before he goes on a travel.
(…)
“Sometimes I kinda feel like a sadist for torturing him like this, having him to wait in Seoul...”
“But you need a setup.”
“Yeah, I know.”
(…)
When Kyungsoo’s grandfather, whose face was blurry in the Do family’s memories for that he’d travel often as the athletic scout for South Korean national soccer team (that he refused to retire from) died, leaving behind a great amount of money and no estate or sorts for his favorite grandson, he had only one last will to say: use this to see the world.
A very clear instruction even for the dullest mind. Don’t buy a property. Don’t get in an educational program. Don’t trifle the money away for a social life.
Just travel.
And, needless to say, Kyungsoo was a rather smart boy.
For months, he didn’t touch the money, secretly desiring to be able to quit his gloomy job and live his life to the fullest, but also respectful to his grandfather - just not willing to get his ass out of his couch and bother to endure hours on a flying vehicle where he’s most likely to get headaches and sinusitis problems.
It takes another death for something to finally hit his head.
Finding out an intern he didn’t know more than a face and a name about dying in a car accident, someone who is much younger than him, finally made him not know but understand that you never know how much time you have left. Maybe his grandfather hadn’t affected him this much since he was already so old and it subconsciously felt like it was time for him to go, and sure he had seen news about children dying on TV and newspapers but it never felt as real, as if it’s just another movie or a book. Someone who saw his energy oozing in the corridors daily, though, has a lot differences and realizing he would no longer see the young intern again finally taught him something. Something that is so common, something everyone knows but only few understands.
Life is so fucking short.
That’s the story how Do Kyungsoo, an ordinary young man with an ordinary life, whose biggest adventure had been playing an April’s Fool prank on his middle school principal, who hasn’t even gone out of the city center of Seoul ends up getting tickets for an impromptu trip in India.
Little did he know what troubles would chase him down when he accepted that amulet from that young Indian girl.
(…)
“He already has booked plane tickets for Texas. He says he’s grown allergic to the safe city life of Seoul and is determined to go.”
“Then just let him go.”
“I can’t. I don’t know what he’d do there.”
(…)
Kyungsoo had fallen in love with a girl once.
She was a Chinese girl with caramel skin and feline eyes. The way she got in Kyungsoo’s life was one of the few normal things that occurred in his current life - through a mutual music interest with Elton John playing on the store’s speakers in Qingdao. With both of them having time to waste and somehow managing to communicate with some Chinese here and some Korean or English there, they settled for a regular coffee date after shopping.
She was a college student in her senior year, liked photographing or writing when she needs some getaway from reality and had big dreams. Kyungsoo remembers curling his toes in envy when she said she majored in gastronomy, he has always found something enjoyable in cooking and cold ‘what’d I do in the future’ logic had caught better of him when he actually wanted to go to a culinary department or sorts.
She had fallen in love with his adventurous soul, and he had fallen for her determination to pursue her dreams. A normal love story, except Kyungsoo is no longer normal and had missed their first official date unintentionally while he was chased by a gang of art thieves on Qingdao streets.
At first, it was just a little glitch; but after a couple months later, when Kyungsoo felt like he’d go crazy if he stayed to live a monotonous life together with her one more day, and it was evident they were not made for each other. There was no drama, no betrayal, no pain of death in their breakup - his normal relationship ended with a normal breakup and that’s the last normal page in his life he remembers going through so far.
(…)
“Guess who found out his neighbor is in fact a mortician? He says that it didn’t catch his interest at first, but the man saw the books he borrowed from the library, you know, the ones about mummies, and invited him in for a talk. Turns out, he’s not just a mortician - well, he is, but one of the rare ones whose family has been doing this thing for centuries.”
“…centuries?”
“Centuries. He told Kyungsoo all he knows about mummifying, and let me tell you, he sure knows a lot - even though he has never used tiniest bit of that knowledge!”
(…)
“I’ve learnt more in the last three years than I ever had in sixteen years of school,” Kyungsoo always says. Everyone who has known him since before his grandfather died agrees, because he is right; the timid, naïve boy died somewhere on India shores; when Kyungsoo stepped on Seoul’s solid again, there was a strong-willed and clever man behind his big doe-like eyes - and a little bit tanner skin on his body.
Quitting his job as a journalist in an almost unheard magazine is the first thing he does after India. Reserving another trip to Ukraine where a street magician has been jailed for no reason is a close second.
After Ukraine comes Switzerland. Later Brazil, Uruguay, Cuba, China, Argentine, Turkey, Egypt… He has even bought a globe to do that thing he saw in a movie; spinning it around its axis and stopping it with a forefinger, and traveling wherever his finger lands. Ocean? Search on internet if there are small islands that can’t be seen on a map. No? Then spin again.
Not always his globe map decides where his plane takes off to though. Sometimes it’s a news he reads on a newspaper, or a legend or description he reads in a book. Or it could be simply a concert he wants to see, or just a famous antique remnant. What matters is that he wants to see it, and in a few days, he’s there.
He’s just unlucky that he almost always gets in trouble, but in his opinion, as long as he survives in the end, he wants it. Of course, it’s never guaranteed that he’d survive, but that’s the point of everything really.
“I only gained curiosity in India,” Kyungsoo corrects anyone who mentions his sudden evolution. “The rest just came as a package.”
(…)
“I think I love Kyungsoo.”
Lu Han’s round eyes grew in a way that no Asian eyes should. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”
Minseok’s lips bend into a smirk around the edge of his coffee mug. “And why is that?”
(…)
Kyungsoo hasn’t majored in archeology, chemistry, psychology, history, symbology, astronomy nor philosophy. He's not a cop, and absolutely not a detective. He’s just curious, and for the answers he’s seeking, he’s ready to hunt them down all around the world.
He’s always reminded of the phrase ‘curiosity killed the cat’, but well, he hasn’t been killed yet, and that curiosity sure has taught him a lot. He had not a single clue about etymology before he went to Ethiopia. He learned all he knows about stars (except that they are very very hot balls in space which he has been taught in elementary school) from and astrophysicist whom he found out to be the owner of the hidden astrolabe hidden in a temple around Xi’an.
But curiosity is also the origin of all his adventures. Like Lu Han once said, trouble attracted Kyungsoo like a magnet; even when he doesn’t look for it, he comes and finds him. Not that Kyungsoo has any complaints. Somewhere between the Alps and Hawaii, he has, in fact, grown an addiction for life-threatening situations. The pattern pupil at school who was all about order and discipline in his life, like it’s mentioned, has gone long ago, for that he now hates all routines and agrees that nothing but the change itself should change.
That’s the thing Minseok admires about him the most. Kyungsoo improved his own self and matured just when he thought he couldn’t grow up any longer. He has modified everything that used to make him rather weak, started actually using his intelligence and simply got stronger - even though it wasn’t what he intended at first.
Kyungsoo is the ideal personality Minseok wants to have, Kyungsoo is everything Minseok wants to be. The identity he created just by wandering his fingertips on a laptop keyboard has somehow invaded a special spot in his brain and heart all for himself, and Minseok would be lying if he said he had a problem with that.
He spills his own dreams about foreign adventures at Kyungsoo’s feet; after all, it would be a shame if someone didn’t experience those.
(…)
“Why, Lu Han?”
“Because he’s not real! He’s just the character of some web novel you write in your spare times, a spark of your imagination.”
“Wrong,” Minseok grins, leaning against his chair’s back. “He’s real, because I created him.”
***
Alex Speaks: Inspired by Boris Vian's words, "This story is real, because I created it." Or something like that, because I just translated a translation.