Whumpril Day 7 - Restless
Whumpril Day 7 - Restless
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Sleep was always a funny thing after regressing. The clock had rewinded, and Yoo Joonghyuk knew he had began everything anew, yet his dreams lingered on his deaths. His dreams also had some unwelcome visitors, a certain prophet crawling through the gap in his normally so sturdy mental barrier.
That was where he found himself now, trapped in a dream, that woman standing above it all, looking down at him as he struggled. He chose not to acknowledge her, as this was not the first time. She seemed to come only to watch him, to see him fail.
In this dream, he was fighting the battle that caused him to regress, something that had occurred this time due to a foolish mistake.
It was a simple scenario, typical find-and-kill the monster mission. But one of his companions, his young protégé, had found themselves in bother, which led Yoo Joonghyuk to look away to check on the girl. She was fine, just a surface level cut on her arm, and as she raised her head she waved over to show she was okay.
This was too big of a distraction. He had repeated this enough times to know she survived that fight. He had repeated enough to learn to never lose focus during an exchange of blows. The death was quick the first time.
The next times were not so much. How cruel was it to have a Stigma that made you repeat everything, in addition to unceasing night terrors that begged of him to go back, that begged him to never had made the mistake in the first place.
He awoke with a jolt, and the pain of a claw in his torso. The nightmare had twisted it so he watched his student be torn apart, with him following shortly after.
He did not fall asleep again that night. He reflected on the mistakes he had made. He continued walking along the lonely path.
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I've been thinking about 15 year old kim dokja and I can picture so clearly the kind of quintessential chunni he was
classmates making snarky little comments over his head like "oooh watch out for kim dokja, don't bother him too much, he'll go crazy like his mother and kill you" "that wimp could not fucking touch me haha" "if you sit next to him you'll catch his crazy" stupid kid shit and he stays silent and doesn't raise his head, doesn't give them the satisfaction of a reaction but under the surface he is boiling, he's clenching his fists and bitting his lip, trembling with helpless anger at the wicked unfairness of it all.
when no one is looking, he stared through his bangs at the back of song minwoo's head, thinking "what if I did? what if I stabbed you right now? that would show you" spiteful dark revenge fantasies every sad kid who hates school has, an emotional attempt at self-comfort that doesn't really mean anything
but they're right about him, aren't they. kim dokja DOES have it in him to snap and kill if pushed too far but he has repressed that instinct so deep he doesn't even let himself remember it. so instead he sighs and shakes his head cause it's useless to think about that stuff, just ignore it, don't let him get to you, kim dokja
thinking again about kim dokja's face censor and how its such a good mechanic. foreshadows the most ancient dream reveal. shows how his desperate wish to be a normal child effects him still to this day. functions as an extension of his reader-self-insert status. and most excellently shows exactly how much his disassociation and distancing from everyone and everything in his life affects him, to the point where his loved ones can't even recognize his face. that when they think of him it is with his back turned and expression obscured because they never knew anything else. no one can recall his features, be reminded of them when they look at his mother or see his familiar facial expressions in his kids. he's perpetually a blank slate, someone neither we nor his loved ones can see anything distinctive in because thats the point of his character and i so deeply adore it. someone needs to get sing shong out of the kitchen because they cannot keep cooking like this
does kdj even know that him having bare minimum contact with whichever timeline yjh is enough to make the man obssessed
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