the appeal of yeojeong as a normal guy whoโs just a little bit off. not enough that you would notice when talking to him, of course, but itโs just there, under the surface. a disturbance. and i think itโs interesting because typically you have two types of guys somewhat adjacent to this: guy who seems totally normal but is secretly sadistic/a psychopath, and then guy haunted by a traumatic/troubled past, who has that secret layer of torment running beneath the surface of their image. but yeojeong breaks through these archetypes, and i think part of it is because heโs just so...calm. itโs not that heโs living a double life (kind doctor by day, killer by night) or hiding part of his past (everyone he worked with knew about what happened to his father, and watched his downward spiral during his college days). heโs not the typical male character who is, at every attempt, trying to outrun his tragic past (even though he does run once or twice); heโs not haunted by flashbacks, or suffer from PTSD in the way that is usually portrayed in dramas. and i think part of that is because the glory is a story about victims. itโs dongeunโs story, first and foremost, even though it is also yeojeongโs story, and hyeonnamโs story, and soheeโs story. but itโs a story about dongeunโs pain, and when itโs not about her pain, itโs just about the pain of victimhood - unlike other dramas, this isnโt a show where male pain outweighs the rest.
so yeojeong is just a normal guy. heโs handsome. he has a good career. heโs a plastic surgeon, an interesting choice when both his parents were/are hospital directors, and his father seemed to have worked in the er or something of the sort prior to his death (or at the very least wasnโt a plastic surgeon). something could be said here of yeojeong choosing theย โsafeโ path as a doctor, a path where he cures pain and makes people happy without the added risk of being attacked by one of his patients. thereโs no proof of that in the show - why he chose to be a plastic surgeon - but itโs an interesting thought path to travel.ย
dongeun says he must have lived a good life. that heโs never had to worry about the path that heโs on. and thatโs true, to a certain extent. to everyone, including her in the beginning, yeojeong is perfectly friendly. heโs perfect, but not the perfect that people perceive as too perfect (i.e. the guy whoโs hiding things); he has his moments where he spazzes out, gets into fights, goes crazy over dongeun texting him back, teases his mom. heโs perfectly well adjusted (a perfect contrast to dongeunโsย โmaladjustmentโ). he wears flip flops to work and gets the same coffee order daily. he plays go with old men in the park.
he likes to listen to the fizzing of vitamin tablets in water because it calms him down. is this a strange thing? only because he thinks itโs important enough to mention to his therapist. he does it at work too - drops the tablet in, closes his eyes, rests his head. he does it at home - drops the tablet in, opens the drawer, draws a knife. itโs about the noise. bubbles rising to the surface, like bubbles rising from underwater. he stays underwater until the last possible moment, when he has to break the surface in order to breath. dongeun makes him feel like heโs at the eye of a storm - a deceptively calm center, while everything else rages outside. and i think itโs kind of important that he makes that comparison, when heโs someone always seeking that calm. the soothing noise, that makes him feel lonely.
so heโs just a normal guy. a normal guy who receives letters on a regular basis from the prisoner who brutally murdered his father. he doesnโt like letters, he tells dongeun. who knows what he does with the letters - does he keep them? does he throw them away as soon as he sees them? he must have read some of them; maybe you only need to read one to know what is in the rest. maybe heโs still reading them; maybe he keeps them without reading, an invisible torment. itโs not what he does with the letters that matters, but that he receives letters at all.ย
can you still call it a haunting if youโve almost made your peace with it? if youโre living with it?ย
heโs just a normal guy, who looks his therapist right in the eyes and tells her that she couldnโt fix him. he diligently attends therapy for years on a regular basis, even though it doesnโt work. he finally abandons it when he moves to semyeong, because he chooses to embrace dongeunโs revenge. he chooses his own revenge, too, in a way. the dark part of him that he canโt escape. the one that makes him pick up the knife, who asks dongeun who to kill before she even tells him she wants any of them dead, even when heโs a doctor from a family of doctors, and doctors donโt kill - they save lives instead.ย
you couldnโt fix me, he tells his therapist calmly. so calmly. as if thereโs not a bloodied man sitting next to him, a man he dreams of killing. the man is just life to him, just like the letters are life to him to. a dulled numbness. an acceptance of it.ย
is your son going through hell? can you even tell itโs hell, if itโs what youโve become used to? is it hell when youโre a doctor dreaming of murder? is it hell to no longer be tormented by dead men and living murderers who send you letters? is it?
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Hiii! Great job on finishing your WIPs by the way! ๐
For requests, I'm curious as to how you'd write tmnt 2003, so maybe lee Mikey, if you're up to it? (Ler can be anyone, your choice!! ๐)
I hope you're doing well! ๐
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โLeeeoooooooo!!!ย Come watch TV with meeeeโฆโ Mikey whined loudly, resting his head on his eldest brotherโs shoulder as the other sat quietly on the dojo floor, meditating.ย
โIโm obviously doing something here, Mike.โ Leo said calmly, trying to concentrate on his meditation.ย
Whichโฆwasย kind of hardย when his little brother wasย literallyย breathing down hisย neck.ย
The orange banded turtle huffed, hugging onto his brotherโs arm like the clingy koala that he was, โI thought you loved meeeeโฆโ
The slightly taller turtle sighed longly, stopping his meditation for a quick second as he opened his eyes, looking down at his brother, โDonโt be ridiculous. Youย knowย I love you.โย
Mikey smiled at the slightly defensive response, hugging the otherโs arm tighter, โIf you love meย soย muchย then watch some TV with me!!!โย
Leonardo fondly rolled his eyes, squeezing the freckled faced teen in a side hug, โIโll watch TV with youย later,ย okay? I promise.โ The blue banded turtle exclaimed as he went back into the sitting position he was in beforehand. He put the both of his hands in his lap, closing his eyes as he tried to concentrate quietly.ย
Mikey sighed loudly, resting his cheek on his older brotherโs shoulder, causing Leo to stiffen slightly. The taller turtle opened his eyes once more, glaring at the other as the smallest turtle just grinned back, batting his eyelashes dramatically.ย
โMikey.โ Leo hissed.ย
โYes~?โ The younger sang innocently as his free hand started to squeeze at his big brotherโs side. The blue banded teenโs eyes widened, biting back down the laugh that was bubbling in his throat.ย
The youngest snorted at his brotherโs reaction, raising an amused brow, โWhatโs going on, man? I thought you were concentrated with meditating.โ
โI.ย Am.โ The other said through gritted teeth.
โReally? You sure about that, bro?โ The younger asked teasingly.ย
Leo sighed knowingly, cracking his knuckles at he took one more glance at his baby brother.ย
Soย thisย is the way Michelangelo wanted to play?ย Fine by him.ย
If he was going to interrupted during his personal meditation/training session, he should atย leastย take what heโs learned to good use, right?ย Right.ย
The elder quickly and swiftly got out of the hold the youngest had him in. And as soon as he did, Leonardo pinned his brotherโs arms on the dojo floor as he sat on his legs effortlessly.ย ย
The orange banded turtleโs eyes widened in panic, his cocky demeanor immediatelyย crumblingย as he realized the situation he practically dug himself into.
But the eldestย didย take notice how his younger brother wasnโt really fighting and/or resisting all that much.
If Mikeyย reallyย wanted to get away, Leo wouldโve gotten punched in the gut right now.
โWahaโ wait waitย wahait!!!โ The smaller turtle squeaked out, kicking his legs behind his brother โC-Cohome ohonโ cahanโt weย tahalkย about thihis firstโฆ?โ
โI donโt even knowย whyย youโre actingย so surprised.ย Youย knewย this was going to happen, Mikesโฆโ Leo said as he couldnโt help but chuckle at his now flustered brother.ย
โBuhut Ihiโ *snort*ย Leeheeo!!โ Mikey whined, shaking his head back and forth repeatedly as his giggles raised an octave due to the fact that hisย meanย brother was wiggling his fingers above him teasingly.ย
Okayโฆwell on theย bright side of things,ย Leo and him were hanging out now!
Although, them 'hanging out' was just Mikey about to get his shit absolutelyย wrecked,ย but hey! Maybe Leonardo would go easy on himโฆ?
I mean, Mikey might be theย smallest turtleย out of the four, but he was also by far theย cutestย out of all of them (April definitely said so at one point in time so therefore itโs automatically correct), so Leo couldnโt and wouldnโt beโฆthat malicious, right?
If he would, the youngest would file a restraining order.ย
โWhat? Youย what,ย Mikey? Youย sawย I was meditating and I said I would watch TV with youย later.ย And yet youย stillย persisted on bothering me.โย
โI-Ihiโm *snort* sohORRY, okAHAY?! Juhust pLEHEASE *snort* d-dohonโtโโ
โPlease what?โย
โTIHICKLE MEEHEE!!!โ
โTickle you?ย Oh, whahat aย wonderfulย idea.โ Leo mused as he scribbled his free hand against his little brotherโs side. Michelangelo shrieked at the sudden sensation to his sides, squirming and wriggling as he tried to get out of the hold.
โGehet *snort* oHOFF *snort* OHOF meehee!โ The youngest whined loudly through his laughter, kicking his feet on the ground repeatedly.ย
The eldest turtle huffed out a small chuckle, letting go of both of his brotherโs hands and letting them flail around before digging his fingers into his brotherโs underarms.ย
The orange banded teen let out a loud squeal, putting his hands down as he pushed on his brotherโs arms, โGOHOH *snort*ย A-AWAHAHAY!โย
โYour snortingย already?ย Iโveย barelyย done anything yet.โย
โS-SHUHUT *snort* *squeak* UHUP!โย
โEhexcuseย me? Whatย did you just say?โ Leonardo asked, ceasing the tickling for a second as him and Mikey rustled and tussled with each otherโs arms.
โNONONONOHOโ *snort* PLEHEASE DOHONโT!!!โ
โThen moohoove your hands, Mike!โ
โIHIHI *snort* CAHANโT!โ
โThen you put this upon yourselfโฆโ Leo said as he leaned in and blew a raspberry in the crook of his baby brotherโs neck while kneading his hips.
The younger basically screamed in loud laughter, throwing his head back as happy tears shined in his eyes, โEEEEEHAHAHA!โย
โWow. This must tickle really bad, huh?โย
โBEEHEE QUIHIHIET!!!โย
โIf youย reallyย want me to stop, you can just sayย stop, y'know.โย
โNAHAHAHโ *snort* SHUHUSH SHUHUSH!!โย
โUnlessโฆโ Leo hinted teasingly, his fingers clamping down on the otherโs thigh as he squeezed it mercilessly, still blowing raspberries on the orange cladded turtleโs neck.ย
โJAHSHHSJAKAHAH!!!โ Mikey stuttered through his laugh.ย
โWhat was that?โ
โMABSGHAJAHAHโ *snort* *snort* JDHDHAHAH!!!โย
โOh, you donโt sayโฆโ
โMANSHSJWKAHAโ *snort* *squeal*!!โ
โReally?ย Wow. You donโt hear news likeย thatย everyday.โ The blue cladded turtle joked, going back to squeezing Mikeyโs hipbones.
โNOHO *squeak* STAHAโ *squeak* IHIโ *snort*ย L-LEEHEEHEEO!โย
โYes~?โ
โPLEHEHAโ *squeak* PLEHEASE NAHAโ *snort* STAHAP I-IHI CAHANโT!!!โ Michaelangelo cried as happy tears ran down his cheeks. Leo couldnโt help but giggle at the adorable sight of his younger brother completelyย lostย in his own cackles. The eldest stopped, sitting to the other side of Mikey so the youngest could catch his breath.ย
The orange banded turtle slumped on Leoโs shoulder once more as the eldest wrapped him in a comforting hug, โYohouโre freeheeaking *snort* evilโฆโย
The leader in blue snorted softly at the remark, โAhandย yohouโreย annoying as hell.โย
โTahakes one toohoo know one, dear ohold brohohother ohof mine.โ The orange banded teen grinned, the two enjoying each otherโs company in comforting silence before the eldest spoke, โWhat TV show did you want to watch with me anyway?โ
โStar Trek! Dad brought new DVDโs andโโ
โAND YOU DIDNโT TELL ME?!โ Leonardo basically screeched, leaping unto his feet as he quickly helped his brother up, taking his hand and almostย draggingย him to the living room. โI-I justย saidย I wanted to watch TV with you!โ Mikey yelled as he was being dragged along the hallway, โI didnโt know Star Trek was that important to youโโ
Leonardo stopped in his tracks, slowly turning around to his brother, โStar Trek isย veryย important to me.โ He explained, turning back around as he saw the TV starting to play his favorite Sci-Fi show. The blue banded teen sat down next to his Father on the couch, becoming almost entranced by the television.ย
Not so far from where the leader in blue was sitting, Raph was leaning on a wall as he was talking to the second youngest. Mikey approached the two with a big, happy grin on his face, putting an arm around Donatello.
โYou got Leo to come out of his meditation cave, I pressure?โ The scientist asked.ย
โYessir!โ The youngest said happily, โBut I just donโt understandย howย he meditates for, like,ย three freaking hours.ย I can barely do one!!! Itโs impressive honestlyโฆโย
โMore like concerning.โ Donnie added on.
โWellโฆimpressive or not, Fearless over there needs to take a break every now an' again. So thanks for doing what you did, Mike. We all appreciate it.โ Raphael said, a small, embarrassed blush appearing on his face as his little brotherโs looked at him teasingly. โAweโฆRaphie youย loooooveย us~!โ Donatello grinned.
The red banded teen rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, โI take backย everythin'ย I said about lovin'ย anyย of you dunderheadsโฆโ He muttered, although his voice lacked his usual snarky and cocky toneโ which the two youngest turtleโs definetley took notice in.ย
โMy sons, are you going to come and watch the space alien science fiction show with me and Leonardo?โ Splinter asked the three teens. โSure, Sensei.โ Donnie said as they walked over.
โSHHHย SHHH!!!ย ITโS ON MY FAVORITE SCENE!!!โ Leo hissed as he was still looking at the television.
โButโฆeveryย scene is your 'favorite scene'โฆโ Raphael laughed.
โSAME. DIFFERENCE!!!โย
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5. Alone
His mind still fuzzy from deep sleep, Will rolled over to the other side of the bed. The cold sheets worked like a cold plunge, waking him up immediately as the events of the previous day came back to him.
Fire, screams, the scent of burned flesh.
He buried his head in her pillow, not wanting to leave the bed yet, not wanting to face the unbearable truth just yet. As long as he lay here, he could pretend she got up early. Had a nightmare perhaps. The sweet hints of her perfume comforted him, in a way that should not hurt as much as it did. The knowledge that soon her smell would be gone, and nothing but his memory would be left. He felt a wave of nausea coming up, only just barely suppressed by closing his lips firmly. Jaw clenched.
The house was quiet, unusually so. Normally there would be soft and stinky morning kisses, words grumbled by a woman not yet ready for the day. The swish of her dressing gown, creaking of the shutters being opened. Will lay there, silent, waiting for a sound. Any sound that proved she was not gone. Dead. No such sound came. The quiet was no longer peaceful, but heavy. Lonely. It wasnโt until he heard Tugs worried whinnying that he dragged himself out of bed. He too heard they- he wasnโt up yet.
Opening the door to the empty cabin took all he had to give. Out of habit, Will walked towards the kitchen, grabbing the coffee beans, grinder and cups. He got to work measuring out the beans. Added a spoonful of honey to his own cup, realised he had taken two, and froze. He stared at her brown stained cup, thinking about how she would cradle it. How he would get the first smile of the day when he handed it to her. The cup left behind on the counter, Will trudged over to the fire, which was still out, kettle still cold. That was, Alyssโ job in the mornings. Putting the kettle in the hot coals, adding a single log to keep it alive was typically all she could get her to do before her morning coffee. Will could feel bile rise, looking at the cold fireplace, the shells and stones collected from her travels displayed on the mantle. The room started warping, spinning. His head buzzed with words he could not yet decipher, his stomach roiling with grief. He turned away, only to see her small desk, left behind as if she would walk in at any moment, pick up where she left off. The wooden carving he made her once used as a paperweight. As quick as he could, he fled outside for air, taking a hold of the door frame, letting the brisk morning cool his head, gather his thoughts. โsheโs gone sheโs gone sheโs gone sheโs gone sheโs gone sheโs gone sheโs gone sheโs gone.โ He rubbed his hands over his face, trying to get the thoughts out, โsheโs dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Murdered. Murdered. Murdered. Burned alive. Murderedโ. His head spun once again, his vision blacked out, the hole world seemed to stand still all of a sudden, while he kept turning. Stumbling forward he sat down in the rocking chair on the veranda. Her rocking chair. He closed his eyes, panicked, the world wouldnโt stop blacking out, fading. Deep breaths. What do you hear, Will? The horses. birds. rustling trees. the creaking of the chair. his own breathing. What do you see, Will? Opening his eyes carefully, he saw the grass. wildflowers. a trail of some brave bunnies. Alyssโ overshoes. What do you smell, Will? He took a deep breath, steadying himself. Averting his eyes from the mud caked shoes. The horses. morning dew. his own sweat. No coffee, no lingering perfume from the day before. No. Stop. Come on. Will, be stern with yourself. Focus. What do you taste, Will? His morning breath. The fresh air. What do you feel, Will? Despair.
Will closed his eyes, and wept.
The life he had dreamed of, the woman he had never deserved. The peace of mind and softness of life. It had all been ripped, burned, away from him. What would happen with her now? Was there a God out there willing to take her? Keep her safe? Was there even a God out there? If so, how could it smite him with this. Had he done wrong? Had he not always tried to be the best he could? Was she safe?
His heart gutted at the idea, the knowledge that there was nothing out there. Raised in the ward, and then by Halt, Will did not believe in such things as Gods. At least not the kind that created heavens. It tore him apart. If he could believe, maybe he could grieve better. Take comfort from the knowledge that she would at least be okay. That she would still be. All he got was the emptiness left behind by the past, the future.
He tried to refocus his thoughts. What do you see, Will? Her shoes. Her blanket. Her chair. Her favourite flowers. Her book, left behind on the summer evening. He failed to refocus his thoughts. She was everywhere. This little cabin was their world. She was his world.
Will stared out into the forest, thinking about the one thing that wouldnโt get him thinking about her. Nothing at all.
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