Kim Dokja Had The Chance To Give Himself A Happy Ending To His Story. At The Beginning Of ORV, There

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Something that makes me crazy in the head that I have seen no one post about is the idea of Yoo Sangah's partners refamiliarizing themselves with her body post-reincarnation.

She is in a different body now. One with different scars, different moles, different creases when she smiles, different ways the fat of her body bunches up.

What else is telling someone I will love you no matter who you are other than learning to love their new body?

Helping her get used to this new and different form, help her feel like she belongs in it. Maybe help her feel that she is loved just as much in it.

Whumpril Day 1 - Hug

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Han Sooyoung lets out a sigh, looking at the mountain of notes she had spent the past day sorting through.

“All these notes, yet you can’t just stay alive, can you?” She wasn’t talking to anyone. The person she wanted to talk to was long gone. All that was left of him was his piles and piles of writing, on the scenarios, on constellations, on items. Nothing saying where he went or what could bring him home.

She had taken it upon herself to read through all of them, organising their leader’s scattered thoughts into something the rest of them could manage.

Grabbing her summary of what she went through, Han Sooyoung made to stand. Pushing her chair back, her vision went dark as she rose. How long had she been sat there?

Doubling over, she gripped the table. Her vision remained dark, her head rushing. She groaned at the sensations. She knew she had to get closer to the ground, then it would be less of a fall if she passed out.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

“Sooyoung-ssi? Are you alright in there?” Yoo Sangah’s gentle cadence came through the closed surface, a hint of concern in her tone.

Han Sooyoung tried to respond but the pounding doubled in strength, eyes seeing naught but waves of darkness. Another groan emerged from her throat.

“Is that you? I’m coming in,” and the door opened. Yoo Sangah’s gentle cadence was shrouded in what seemed like a halo of heavenly light, but Han Sooyoung knew it was just the too-bright lightbulb in the hallway shining into the poorly lit room.

Yoo Sangah let out a gasp when she saw Han Sooyoung. Her hair was matted, her eyes clamped shut with the eyebags beneath large and noticeable.

She rushed over and wrapped her arms around the writer, holding her close.

“Are you okay? I came to check on you because no one’s seen you all day,” Her concerned words were too loud for Han Sooyoung’s aching head, so she scrunched her eyes further closed and tightened her grip on the table.

When Yoo Sangah saw her do this, she tried to pull them both away from the table, and to the mattress that had been set up for when company members were having sleepless nights in the planning room.

Now speaking in a whisper, Yoo Sangah continued to try and comfort Han Sooyoung

“Do you want to just lay hear and cuddle? Let’s try and get some sleep,” The serene tone combined with the soft covers helped ease some of Han Sooyoung’s pain. She nodded her head, and Yoo Sangah slipped them both under the covers.

And so, as the night wore on, the two ladies slept in peace, leaving thoughts of what was to come aside.

Whumpril Day 2 - Lies

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If Hyung wasn’t lying when he said they would all survive and then he went off to die, then this wasn’t a lie either.

The bugs couldn’t save him. They swarmed and they swarmed and they swarmed and the sword got through anyway. It burned. The boy felt like his insides were burning, twisting around the blade piercing through him.

But then, just as fast, the sensation left. Lee Gilyoung saw his Hyung standing over what had just hurt him, blade dripping with blood and Stories. Having finished the job, his Hyung rushed over to check on Lee Gilyoung.

“Are you okay? It didn’t get you did it?” His Hyung sounded so stressed. Lee Gilyoung didn’t want to bother him with his pain, so chose to omit it.

The bugs swarmed, covering his torso, Hyung didn’t see this because he was too busy looking the boy in the eyes.

“No, Dokja-Hyung, I’m fine,” Lee Gilyoung said, desperately trying to sound sincere, feeling suffocated by the feeling that he was gushing blood onto the floor.

His Hyung looked unsure, but when the battle roared up again behind him, he reluctantly turned around to go finish it.

Lee Gilyoung sank to his knees, no longer able to stand. He was invisible to the world, surrounded by layers and layers of bugs. He loved bugs.

Surely if he just closed his eyes for a moment, he wasn’t going to die… the boy thought, blinks growing longer and heavier.

An ear piercing screech rang out. His eyes flashed open. It was his Hyung, he was running over to him. He looked so desperate, his blurry and blank face flashing with what could have been tears.

His Hyung pushed through the bugs, who were attacking him, trying to keep him away. Lee Gilyoung ordered them to stop.

His Hyung had activated Demon King Transformation at some point, his ebony wings blocking out what was left of the sun. Those dark wings wrapped around him, cocooning him in a soft embrace.

“You’ll be okay, you’ll be okay, you’ll be okay,” Dokja-Hyung repeated, needlessly, as he wouldn’t die. His Hyung was here! He wouldn’t die.

Hyung wrapped his arms around the boy, and burst into flight. Scrambling back to the complex and completely ignoring the abandoned fight.

In his Hyung’s arms, Lee Gilyoung knew he was safe. His eyes began to close once more.

“No, no, no, no, no!” His Hyung muttered, sounding as desperate as Lee Gilyoung had once felt. But this desperation didn’t work. The boys eyes closed, and the world faded away.

And so, stuck on the infernal train, he reads, and he reads, and he reads, until he can read no more. But how should he be permitted to stop? The only way he could stop is if he were no longer able. The only way he could stop is if he could no longer see the words on the page. The only way he could stop is if he no longer see.

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Yoohankim! Based on this:

Kim Dokja is a Star because I get the vibes that he is the thing that yoohan look for in the sky also because he’s a Constellation. Han Sooyoung as the sun because without her writing everything, shining light on everything, nothing would exist. Yoo Joonghyuk as the moon because he is constantly changing and showing different parts of himself, and because there is a half of the moon which is always dark, which reminds me of the theme that you can never truly know a person as their whole.