DYSTOPIA: STRICTLAND | ATEEZ (DISCONTINUED)
9
The Surya has now risen. Replacing the moon to reign over the sky. The morning birdsong calms anyone who hears it. A gust of wind caressed the peaceful face that was asleep. A little piqued with the light that began to shine right into his eyes.
Yunho squirmed slowly. The beautiful petals began to open. Gets slowly, adjusting to the light entering the retina. Slowly, Yunho stepped into the bathroom cubicle. He has a morning routine that he used to follow.
The sound of water that sounded a little disturbing Mingi. Lazily, Mingi began to stretch her body. Relaxes his stiff muscles after lying down all night. Mingi sat on her bed looking straight at the window. Seeing the city from a distance.
Geck... Geck... Geck...
The sound of knocking on the door made Mingi inevitably move from her seat. When opening the door, Yeosang looks with his typical flat face. "Breakfast", that one word slid from Yeosang's mouth. It took a few seconds until Mingi understood what her best friend meant.
"Hm, well", Mingi jumped in shock hearing Yunho's voice behind her. Yeosang nodded and left in front of Mingi after hearing Yunho's words.
"I have never been able to understand Yeosang until now" Mingi lamented.
Yeosang's attitude was indeed the most difficult to guess. His quiet and indifferent personality makes it difficult for his friends to get closer to him. Until now, only Wooyoung managed to melt the ice cubes on Yeosang.
"Don't think. Quickly shower, then get down to breakfast", Yunho said as he patted Mingi's shoulder slowly. After Mingi's body disappeared behind the bathroom door, Yunho sighed softly.
Mind floated. Given how the interaction he had with Yeosang. Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi and Wooyoung were born in the same year. Just a different moon. Yunho remembered. There had been no special interaction between her and Yeosang all this time. They only speak when they need to speak. Yunho grimaced remembering it.
"Let's get off!" mingi's words made Yunho come to a realization from his daydream. The two young men came out of their room. Walk slowly to the first floor.
Crowded. That was the condition that described the place to eat at the inn. Many people are eating their breakfast. While chatting with each other.
On the corner table, there were already Hongjoong and the others. With wide strides, Mingi and Yunho walked up to those friends. The two tall young men immediately sat himself down. No one's making a sound. Each focused on his breakfast. Only the clink of a spoon sounded on that table. Not as usual.
Yunho and Mingi also did not make a sound. They immediately ate the breakfast that had been prepared without saying anything. Letting silence air. They covered their activities that morning.
"What are we gonna do now?" San was the first to open his voice. His eyes looked at his friends one by one. Hongjoong the person he looked at for quite a long time. Curious about the answers of people who are believed to be the head of their group.
"We have to find Wooyoung", Yeosang opened his voice. Wooyoung was always on his mind. The first person to reach out to him. Help him rise from the fall. Always there for him in every situation. To Yeosang, Wooyoung was like the sun. Warming up his world shrouded in darkness.
The seven young men moved out of their place. They obeyed the word of the captain to split up. Search for information and buy supplies.
Yeosang walked along with San. No one opens their voice. Just walk in tandem with a straight forward view. Along the way, both see the activities carried out by the community. Incidentally, they occupied the inn in the crowd of the market. That morning, many traders held their merchandise. The activity was like in their old world. Buying and selling activities followed by bargaining.
San and Yeosang still continued walking. Ignoring the noise around them. I don't know how far the two walked. Now they came to a much more crowded place. A beautiful and magnificent garden spoils the eyes. In the park, many people are exercising. He is also just walking around. Enjoy the beauty of the garden. One thing that can be concluded, the place is a city park.
The two young men approached. They entered the park. Look at the beauty that spoils their eyes. It felt like peace was enveloping their hearts when they saw the trees and flowers neatly arranged there.
In the middle of the park, there is a podium. Some of the people in uniform were government employees. One of them got on the podium. Giving a speech about the current government. He claimed to be the central leader's confidant. Someone who is influential and has a high position.
"Everything. Meet me, I'm Ryan. People who are sent and given confidence by the leader to convey the current state of government. The leader has ruled for three years. And during his leadership nothing bad ever happened once. All conditions are safe to control. Thanks to the help of all of you. Thank you for your cooperation"
"As the leader has said. The thing that brings us together is the elimination of art. The various fields of art will cause division among us. There have been many splits that have occurred starting because of the art scene. Rebellion, for example. The rebels use art as a medium to turn our peaceful country into a hell of the world. Therefore brethren, strictly STAGING ART IN ANY FORM IS FORBIDDEN!"
Yeosang's eyes flashed sharply. He did not accept the art of being looked upon badly like that. Never once did he and his friend have a veiled intention when performing art on stage. His heart was not accepted being accused like that. Although the allegations were not made against him. But, he did not accept if all artists were equated.
"Are you sure art brings destruction? What is the basis of your thinking that art will only cause trouble?" San asked calmly. However, the look on his face looked like it was challenging.
"Not all art performances have the ulterior intent as you say. My husband and I often do art. We do it solely to entertain ourselves. Art can make a person comfortable, entertained, not what you say. If art can cause chaos, I'm definitely not here right now"
"Hear everything. Art is about beauty. Sacred and pure. Performing arts such as drama performances even make many people entertained. Those who are tired of working can get a laugh from the staged drama shows. That's called art. Not as the person said", San said out loud.
San's words, pissed Ryan off. Society must not falter because of the speech of the young man. "What are you saying, young man? There are no entertaining shows. People are always scared after seeing a drama show. The playwrights behaved as if they were bringing a story to cheer, but behind the scenes they attacked. It causes chaos and division. Don't be influenced by it. A snot like him doesn't understand his own words".
"I understand very well what I am saying. You're afraid the public would approve of what I'm saying. Isn't that right, sir?" San grinned at Ryan who was clenching his hands.
"Defying my words is the same as opposing the leader. Catch her!"
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