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Being an immortal seer used to have many perks, but as the sun rises on Beomgyu’s seventh century on this earth they're getting harder and harder to see. The world used to be so different just a few hundred years ago. People used to come to the seers for advice, quests, or just knowledge. They were a trusted race of people among the ones who had magic. They were seen as intelligent helpers, many working as advisers to the most influential people who have ever lived. But, nothing lasts forever.
Beomgyu always resented his birth. He was brought into this world at the very end of the golden age of magic. Only getting to experience the beauty of magical society for a century and a few decades before it all fell away. Just as times change and tides turn, so do the opinions of the public. Where seers used to be seen as a magical aid, the influx of new fully human kingdoms had caused paranoia to spread like fire. The seers were deemed a dangerous people and exterminated. Well, most of them.
Beomgyu wouldn’t say he was the last of his kind. On one hand, that would be presumptuous of him. He didn’t doubt the ability of some of his kin to endure. And on the other, to admit he was the last, would be admitting something that he truly tried his best not to think about. That he was totally and unchangeably alone.
For the better part of the past five centuries Beomgyu had been on the run. Living in different societies, never long enough for anyone to notice he hasn’t aged. Never long enough for him to get attached.
His most recent destination has been Seoul. He’s not sure why, but he feels drawn to the city. He’s never purposely moved so close to his original home. On the contrary, he has been avoiding even going near that continent for so long. He’s sure it has changed, everywhere has.
He has to shake his head slightly to break him out of his musings, nothing is the way it used to be. The world is no longer the brimming with magic woodland it used to be. It has been industrialized, humanized. This isn’t his world. He has to remember, he may be close to his old homeland, but he truly has none now. He is an alien in this city. He is magic in a crowd of humans.
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Today couldn’t go any worse for Hueningkai. His alarm didn’t go off this morning because his phone was dead and didn’t charge last night, making him late to his only lecture today.
‘Fridays are supposed to be fun.’ He sighed to himself as he walked across campus. He needed something to lift his spirits. A small quirk of a smile crept onto his face as he thought of his favorite coffee shop just off campus. He could really use a pick me up, in more ways than one. Not only did the little cafe have the best iced americano in all of Korea (at least in his opinion), but Yeonjun-hyung worked there. Getting to see one of his closest friends would definitely make his day better.
He started in the direction of the coffee shop with more of a spring in his step than before. He even put in his earbuds and was enjoying his favorite playlist that Soobin-hyung had made for him. He rounded the last corner, and just as he was feeling the negative cloud that had been following him begin to dissipate, he ran into something. Something small and soft, something that yelped and hit the ground. Oh shoot!
Hueningkai quickly pulled out his earbuds in horror, “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention! Are you okay!” He crouched down to the stranger on the ground, hands ghosting over the small figure not sure what to do.
The stranger looked up and just smiled softly, “I’m okay.” he waved his hand a little with the words.
Hueningkai couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath he took when he made eye contact with the other boy. He was absolutely stunning. His dark hair had an effortless wave to it and his eyes sparkled in a way that Kai just couldn’t place. He looked ethereal.
He was broken out of his staring by the stranger starting to get up off the ground.
“Here, let me help you,” Hueningkai scrambled to offer his hand, which after a second of hesitation the other took.
“Thanks,” The stranger had a soft voice, and an almost foreign accent. Not from anywhere Kai had ever heard. His voice was perfect though, he was sure of that much.
“Oh! your arm is bleeding!” He just noticed the scrape, leaking out the crimson liquid. The smaller boy hadn’t seemed to notice yet either, looking down at the mention.
He smiled tightly, but not unkindly, “It’s okay, just a scratch.”
Kai just shook his head, “I feel awful, I was the one not paying attention to where I was going, let me help you-”
“I-It’s really okay.” the smaller boy seemed a bit overwhelmed by his concern.
Hueningkai pulled back a little bit, “I was on my way to that cafe over there,” He pointed in the shop’s general direction, “My friend works there and I’m sure they have bandaids and stuff. A-And I can pay you back for almost taking you out with like a coffee or something…”
There was a pause for a moment where Kai was almost worried he had overstepped and the beautiful stranger would refuse.
But he gave a little laugh ( probably the most beautiful noise he had ever heard), “Sure, I guess that wouldn’t hurt.”
Kai beamed and started walking the last couple of feet over to the shop, “I’m Hueningkai by the way, what’s your name?”
The shorter considered for a moment, ‘he seems to do that alot’ Kai mused.
“I'm Choi Beomgyu”