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jwiseungoki · 2 months

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Down Bad

(Jang Han Seok x Reader)

TW: age gap, force love, death, spoiled reader (this part doesnt have that much psychotic shit please tell me what to put as tw)

Context: Park Hae Rin has two elder brothers Park Hyun Sung and Park Hee Jin, as an only daughter she gets everything that she wants. Except for one thing: Jang Han Seok. Her brothers’ best friend, he sees her as a little sister but she sees him as a man. Every attempt to flirt with him, he dodges which frustrates her, Every woman that comes near him, she gets rid off and she wont rest until she calls him ‘mine’.

He’s back

I didn’t mean to eavesdrop over my brothers talking inside Hyunsung’s home office. But when I heard his name, I froze, and suddenly this tingling feeling took over my whole body, leaving me smirking.

Jang Han Seok

Eldest son of Jang Guk Hwan, Chairman and Owner of Babel Group. He was sent to the States by his father years ago for studies and rehab because the boy has serious mental issues going on, but he is here now.

I fixed myself before innocently knocking on my elder brother’s office door.

“Knock Knock, pretty face is here.”

I said, opening the door, not waiting for my brother’s answer. Both of them have a frown on their eyebrows, looking at me like I did something to ruin their day.

“Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” Heejin, the middle child asked. I gave them both a smile before sitting on one of the leather chairs in front of the table.

“I left early; Ms. Hong has some personal business to attend to,” I shrugged before grabbing a lollipop from the table. “So what chu guys talking about?” I smirked, waiting for a response from both of them. They looked at each other, eyes discussing whether they should or should not tell me.

“Hanseok is back in Seoul and probably going to take over Babel." As expected, Hyunsung could never resist me. I put on a shocked face, like I didn’t overhear them.

“Chairman Jang died last night in the hospital,” he added, and that escalated quickly.

As a sign of respect, we went to the funeral. Our families were very close to each other even before our dads married our moms. Mr. Jang and our father were already best friends; their friendship will probably continue wherever they both are now. Dad died a year ago due to complications of the heart, while I never met our mother; she died giving birth to me.

Which left Park Industries to the hands of Hyunsung, while Heejin acts as his subordinate. I don’t really care about inheritance, which is why I chose to pursue law. I’m working as an intern and assistant at Wusang with the help of my brothers, pulling some strings to get me to a trusted law firm. I’m the youngest one there.

In the age of 24, I’ve known and achieved a lot. I was forced by my brothers to strive and aim for the top as the only daughter; all eyes were on me. I was an easy target for the media and people. They say I’m spoiled, a brat, and spoon-fed.

Which is true.

I don’t run; I walk with grace to get the things I want. And I get EVERYTHING that I want. That’s why, learning that Hanseok is back, I need to pick up the pace and start the plan.

To finally make him mine.

“My condolences, Hanseo.” I tapped the younger Jang’s shoulder; he was oddly quiet and was staring into space for a long time before I approached him. For what I know, he and his father weren’t that close, casual, and civil, I suppose. But his action of mourning made me analyze that there was something.

“Glad you can come; you’re not busy with cases?” He asked, tapping the seat next to him, and I sat beside him. “Not really; I’m just working on a small case with Ms. Hong. How are you holding up?” I asked, smiling at him a bit; he was about to answer when his eyes shifted to my legs and back to me. I looked down and saw no problem; was he checking me out?

He then started to take off his black coat and place it on top of my lap. I should have guessed it; Hanseo was always the gentleman. Forgot to eat? Hanseo will remind you and bring you food. Frustrated and want to vent out? Hanseo will be there in 10 with chicken and beer. He’ll do the bare minimum thing, and I’d still be surprised. If I wasn’t in love with his brother, I'd fall for him, but there’s something about Hanseok that I want and can’t point out what.

Speaking of Hanseok, I’ve not seen him anywhere. But then again, no one knows about him. Mr. Jang never publicized his sons; no one knew about his affair with his secretary that resulted in Hanseo; no one knew about Hanseok being sent to the states for being a psychopath; no one but our little circle.

After catching up with Hanseo, I excused myself for some air. I made sure to double check my surroundings before pulling out the box of cigarettes and lighter. It was a habit that I picked up during law school, and vaping helped me a lot.

“And since when were you allowed to smoke, princess?”

That voice sent my entire body to freeze; I didn’t have to look to know who it was. Instead I took a hit before facing him with a smirk on my lips. Jang Hanseok gave me his signature smirk and brow raise, waiting for a response.

“Hiding out here instead of mourning inside?” I asked, walking a little closer to him, finishing off my stick before throwing it on the ground. “What is there to mourn for? Man’s a dickhead.” He chuckled. Wow, he is still fucked up, huh?

But that aura just lit something in me, wrong but right at the same time.

“Give me the pack,” he said, handing out his hand. I looked down at his hand, giving him a disgusted look. “I’m literally an adult; I think I am allowed to smoke,” I said, swatting his hand away.

I was about to walk off, but he pulled my purse off my shoulder, opening it and getting the pack swiftly. “Hey! You can't do that! Give it back, Hanseok!” I yelled at him, trying to reach my bag and pack that he raised above his head. Even in heels, I still cannot reach it!

“Fine! Have it, asshole.” I rolled my eyes before storming off, not caring if he has my purse with him. Good thing my jumpsuit has pockets. I had my phone with me. I called my Heejin and told him I’m heading home first.

I’ve never felt this many butterflies while annoyed and frustrated. That man could literally do anything to me.

••

“What do you mean you can’t get that testimony from the witness?! Then force him! Bribe him! Do whatever you need to do and report back to me immediately; Ms. Hong needs that to win the case.”

I threw my phone on my desk, getting frustrated with the on-going Gyundo case. It’s a big fraud case that we need to get a win to prove that the trusted company is clean for the people to invest in and trust. They already paid a huge amount to Wusang, and the share that me and Ms. Hong will get from it is not a joke.

“Ms. Park to my office now,” Mr. Han passed by my desk, and I immediately trailed from behind. Once in his office, I saw Ms. Hong sitting there wearing the same confused face as I am. She stood up, paying respect to our boss before he ordered us to take a seat as he stood in front of us.

“Ladies Firstly, congratulations on having the upper hand on the Gyundo case! Second, I will be assigning you two a very huge and big case the company will only push through if you win the Gyundo case. Lastly, we have a new intern, so Ms. Park.”

He turned to me with a smile, making me nervous, and crept out, “You are now one of Wusang’s permanent lawyers. Congratulations on this promotion. You’re office will be ready in an hour.”

“What?!” I said, shocked at the announcement. Ms. Hong let out an “oh my god,” shaking me by the arm, also amused by the news.

“Yes, your hard work and dedication have been seen. We would like you to train the new intern; may I introduce to you Jang Joon Woo" Mr. Han opened the door to reveal another shocking surprise.

“What the fuck?”

All eyes were on me, not expecting the words that came out of my mouth. “S-sorry, my apologies. I didn’t know the intern would be younger than me.” I lied, bowing a bit for respect.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Ms. Park; you are still the company’s baby. Alright, then you go along and work. Take care of Mr. Jang." Mr. Han dismissed us; we bowed to him, and I was the first to storm off the door with Ms. Hong behind.

“Thank you, Boss!”

Hanseok bid before I felt him following us. I stopped walking, making Ms. Hong hit my back. I faced her and smiled. “You go ahead, I’ll be back,” I said. “Are you okay? It’s like someone bought that limited edition Chanel bag that you always wanted,” Ms. Hong said, holding my cheek.

“Yes, I’m fine; don't worry. I’ll meet you in your office,” I said, giving Hanseok a glare before walking away; he just had a confused look on his face.

I can’t believe this! Why is he here?! And whats with the undercover gig?? Jang Joon Woo? What the fuck is he up to? After not seeing him for two months. I grabbed my phone that I left on my desk and started calling a certain person.

“What the fuck is going on your brother’s mind?!”

“Whoa, chill. I don’t know either, but I’m on the way to Babel; he appointed me as Chairman.”

“Huh?!” I completely lost it as Hanseo’s words rang out in my ear. I massaged my temple; this can’t be! I can’t be working with the man I’m trying to get!

I hang up on Hanseo and continue to grab my stuff before moving it to my own office. I didn't have the time to sink it all in; maybe I’ll celebrate later. I rushed towards Ms. Hong’s office with the Gyundo files, and to my surprise, Hanseok was still there, sitting on one of Ms. Hong’s wooden chairs.

“Ms. Hong, we ha-“

“Shh! It’s Chayoung now; we’re both lawyers! So drop the formality; besides, its only a five-year gap,” Ms. Hong, well, Chayoung said before pulling me into a hug and giving me one of her brightest smiles.

“You’re still my super-.“

“Eh! Shh! We are celebrating together! Later, on me. Okay?!” She cut me off again. I just nodded before setting down the files for her to review.

“So we don’t have any testimony?” Chayoung asked, and I nodded. “According to the intern I sent in, the man does not want to talk to anyone associated with Gyundo; even the opposing party cannot get a statement.” I sighed, sitting on one of the chairs.

I quickly glanced at Hanseok, who was watching us stress out; he looked back at me, and I raised a brow at him.

“Any thoughts, intern?” I asked him not to break eye contact. Chayoung looked up from the papers, then to him, then to me. Hanseok smiled standing up before taking a glimpse at the file.

“I think we should go for something that is very valuable to him so that we can get his testimony,” he suggested with a mischievous smirk, giving me an intense look. “Youre telling us we threaten him by using his family?”

He just nodded; a smile crept on Chayoung’s face, liking the idea Hanseok proposed. “Wah! If that's the only way, then get started, Jang Joon Woo,” Chayoung said. I was left dumbfounded. Why are we suddenly playing dirty?!

Just like that, we won, and thanks to Hanseok’s idea, we got the testimony. I clenched on my purse as I walked out of the bar behind Chayoung. Hanseok was waiting for us with a smile.

“Good job, ladies! Let’s celebrate?” He asked, and Chayoung was quick to respond, making the two look at me. “Fine! Let’s go; I’m quite peckish,” I said. Hanseok treated us to some pork belly and soju. I was lowkey getting irritated at how He and Chayoung are getting close; they have the same humor and interest, while I felt like I’m the third wheel.

“When Haerin first came into the office wearing all Prada and Chanel clothes, I was star struck. An intern must have come from a very rich family. When I found out she came from generational wealth, I felt like she was the superior, but once I got to know her, she’s very calm and focused on the goal type of girl. You know she never took interest in anyone.” Then there is Chayoung, who is now a bit tipsy. “Okay, that’s enough. We’re driving you home,” I said, taking away her glass, but she swatted my hand.

"Oh, I can still handle Haerin, Joon Woo! Cheers!” She said she was pouring drinks into mine and Hanseok’s glass; we had no choice, but in the end Chayoung got drunk, and I drove her car to her apartment with Hanseok in the backseat, completely sober.

“She’ll be alright,” I said before locking up her apartment, pulling out my phone to call a driver since we came here with Chayoung’s car.

“You haven’t spoken to me ever since that night." Hanseok spoke up while we walked to the elevator. "Well, I was going to call you about my purse, then you pulling some undercover shit in Wusang made you less interesting.” I shrugged. I saw him smirk. “Since when did I become less interesting to you, princess?” He said.

He’s right, there won’t be a part of him that is not interesting. It feels like he knows that I have a keen interest in him.

“Since you stepped foot into our house during your college days." I rolled my eyes; that was the day I first met him, and I took a liking to him. “Aw, don’t be silly. I know you adore me as one of your older brothers." He patted my head. Is he that oblivious? Hmm, I should step up my game.

“Come on, I’ll take you home." He said, making me walk in front of him.

••

The next day at work, I took an oath to make myself obvious to him, so when I saw him in Chayoung’s office working on a new case, I immediately called him to go to my office.

“What?” He asked confusedly, and I pointed at the iced coffee on my desk for him. “It’s yours; I accidentally bought two,” I said, pretending not to care and proceeding to type words on my laptop.

“And why give it to me instead of Ms. Hong?” He said but took a sip of the coffee, “Because you’re the only one I know here would enjoy an iced macchiato." He smirked and gave me a thanks before I dismissed him.

“Whoa, why does he get lunch and I don't?” Chayoung wondered as I threw the takeout on the table in front of Hanseok, “What’s the update on the filler case?” I swerved the question, pretending to look at the papers.

“Attorney Park! Did something happen between the two of you last night? Oh my God!” Chayoung said, covering her mouth and looking back at us. “What? No! Joon Woo mentioned he skips meals a lot, so I bought him lunch,” I said, looking at Hanseok.

“A-ah yes! Thank you, Attorney. Uhm, I’ll eat now." He excused himself from breaking eye contact with me. I heard a cough from Chayoung, who was smirking, crossing arms, and nodding.

“What? Why are you acting like that?” I asked, “Something happened!” She gasped and moved a little closer. “You two had sex in my apartment?!” I pushed her away from shock, “No! Oh my God, Chayoung! I’m too young for that,” I said, covering my ears.

“Girl! You literally bagged an idol last time we went out clubbing; you’re not a virgin, hoe!” She laughed, throwing a piece of tissue at me. “But seriously, you never cared about Jang Joon Woo.”

“Ugh fine! I like him, and I don’t just sit around waiting for guys to like me back,” I said, plopping myself on one of her chairs, pouting. She shrinks before asking me how and when I started to like him. I did not include the part that we knew each other before, and I felt so bad lying to her, but I also need to protect this stunt Hanseok is pulling.

The day finally came to an end, and I was starving since I skipped lunch. I did it on purpose so I could ask Hanseok to accompany me. I went to his desk, where he was fixing his bag. I slammed my hand on his table, making him jump.

“Haerin! You scared the shit out of me! What was that for?” He dramatically said. I rolled my eyes and leaned down. “Get up, we’re eating dinner,” I said before walking off. I felt him follow me with so many questions.

We got to a Mexican restaurant since I wanted a burrito, and Hanseok ordered the same as me: “Cut to the chase princess, why are you suddenly being nice to me?” He asked, and I didn't answer him, but I continued to eat my burrito and nachos.

“I am talking to you right, princess?” He said putting down my food and grabbing my chin to make me look up at him, which, I’m not going to lie, made my stomach bounce inside me.

“I just want to make it up; after all, we are all that we have,” I smirked. He wasn't expecting the last part, so he continued to eat. After dinner, he dropped me off at my apartment. After locking the door and throwing my heels off, I started to squeal and dance around.

The car ride to Haerin’s apartment

No one talked; complete silence engulfed the two, but Hanseok decided to break it.

“The game you want to play, Princess, is very dangerous. Think twice about it before you get yourself trapped,” he said, smirking.

I scoffed, so he caught on? He wasn't playing dumb but was just pushing the fact that I have interest in him.

“I know what I’m doing.”

“So no backsies?”

I rolled my eyes; he is such a child.

"Yes, no backsies.”

"Hmm, let’s see how you’re going to make me fall for you, Park Haerin.”

#vincenzo #Jang Han Seok x reader #Hanseok #vincenzo au #fanfiction #2pm #ok taecyeon #Jang Joon Woo x reader #Spotify

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artistic-astral-antics · 1 year

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Just finished reading the updates on Regressor Instruction Manual manhwa I purposely stock it up to binge read, and, well... spoiler alert if you haven't finished season 2 of the Manhwa.

From what I can assume...

Park Deokgoo/Deokgu was Lee Kiyoung moral compass, or at least, what's holding Lee Kiyoung from going to the deep end of no return. In the first first life, things were tough, yes, and they struggled, true. Lee Kiyoung is still scheming and calculating, but Park Deokgoo is there to keep his conscience intact, somewhat. He's still happy and have a good time, not deranged or full of vengeance or madness to kill everyone.

But then, the world in the first timeline is pretty ruined. The Masked-Man is obviously Lee Kiyoung, but he's not someone who would have cause mass destruction unless provoked. Lee Kiyoung is petty. He pays back ten fold the slight people done to him. He does thinks to his benefits, or countering what others did to him.

In the first timeline, Park Deokgoo DIED. Protecting him. There were people hunting them down. Lee Kiyoung would have targeted everyone, starting from mere pawn soldiers all the way to the higher-ups who ordered for the hunt/mess. Heck, with Park Deokgoo no longer there to ground him, to keep him from straying too far, Lee Kiyoung would go as far as destroying the world for his pain.

Thus, he became the Masked-Man.

Kim Hyunsung worst adversity.

Park Deokgoo is essential for Lee Kiyoung, if only for his mental side because Park Deokgoo is kind, loyal, and good. He can pretend that he only wants a meat shield, but it's obvious that Park Deokgoo death was what triggered him to lose control.

Then again, this is my take.

Just needed to let that out.

#Lee Kiyoung #Park Deokgoo #regressor instruction manual #RIM #spoiler #Lee Kiyoung is clearly devastated inside seeing the only person he cared for in that first timeline died #And that anguish turned to anger #Turning him into a volatile force that causes the ruin and tragedy in the first timeline #He was furious and exacted his revenge towards everyone #Of course that doesn't pardon him for pulling a massacre and genocide #Still #At least now it's clear how and why he became even more twisted and warped during the first timeline #The one who prevented him from him from going maverick was his “Pig”#park deokgu #is it deokgu or deokgoo? I'm used to Deokgoo

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skewiieramble · 7 months

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i'll love you anyways.

Despite Seungmin’s distaste for humans, Minho is still eager to know more about him. He finds himself drawn to the werewolf’s elusive nature, and fuelled by his own hubris, believes he might stand a chance in finding his way past the walls he puts up. What he doesn’t consider, however, is what it truly means to be an animal. Dogs will still bite.

Lee Know/Kim Seungmin (minor minchan + hyunsung)

General audiences, warning for somewhat graphic depictions of violence. Werewolf Au, Angst, Hurt/Comfort.

WC: 4.9k

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“Do you want me to talk to him, then?”

Chan looks at him, eyebrows knitted together in surprise as he stares at the man behind the counter. He says it like it’s the most obvious, unsurprising statement in the world– he’s never really taken an interest in the whole werewolf thing. Why now?

“Min– Are you sure?”

Chan asks, peering over the counter, fiddling with the loose shift key on his laptop’s keyboard.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Minho turns to him languidly, placing the glass down somewhere under the counter where Chan can’t see. He watches intently as he unties the back of his apron, deft fingers working at the knot. He’d offer him some help– hell, he’d jump right over the bar if he asked him to. But, in true Minho fashion, he’s never one to bother asking. They’re the same in that regard, so Chan can’t be too upset over it– but the sudden interest stings, just a bit. Mostly because it’s not him he’s interested in.

Chan sighs, closing the lid of his laptop a little harder than intended. The sound makes him wince, and even earns an unreadable expression from Minho, looking back over his shoulder as he hangs his apron up on a hook.

“I suppose you’re right. Whenever you’re free then, yeah? There’s no rush.”

Chan murmurs, packing his laptop into his bag with a bit too much faff– as if to drag out the moment, busy himself so he can spend just a second longer with Minho.

“I’ll drop by tomorrow, if I have time. Now get out, I have to close up shop– for real this time.”

Minho has a slight bite in his tone– playful, but still enough to make him feel a little askew. It’s probably his feelings, stirring up in his chest that’s making him feel this way. He’ll be fine in a couple days, he promises. It’s just a wolf thing, he’s sure.

The restaurant’s always a cozy place after hours. Chan began frequenting the place at exactly when it would close– just to bother the handsome bartender that’d work there in the evenings. The smell of dish soap and residual alcohol paired with idle chatter about everything and nothing at all was enough to keep him coming back– the empty restaurant, a place reserved for them, and them only. Chan offers one last look at Minho, the dim lighting of the bar perfectly accentuating his features. Chan doesn’t notice he’s staring until Minho makes a face at him– something between playful annoyance and exasperation.

“Alright, alright, I’m leaving!”

Chan says, with a laugh he forces from his throat. Minho rolls his eyes, turning his back to him as he busies himself with something behind the counter again. The clack of the restaurant doors punctuate Chan’s departure. Minho doesn’t see him leave.

—

The trek up to Chan’s place– Chan’s estate, he should say– is more than a little rough, to say the least. The path up is overgrown, just barely trodden down enough to weave through the dead undergrowth, and that’s not to mention the thick snow blanketing the woods it’s surrounded by. Minho parked his car a little ways down– the driveway is long enough, (and maybe a little scary if you’re visiting in the evening) but nothing his old four by four can’t handle. Minho himself, however.. Well, he’s doing good enough against the elements, he supposes.

It’s not a long walk, really. After a couple minutes, he can finally see the ridiculous expanse of the house from beyond the thicket. According to Chan, it was his grandparents’ home before they passed away. His parents had planned to sell it, until Chan had mentioned he’d take responsibility for the place if he moved in, the reason being that it was situated relatively close to his University. They’d agreed, and Chan was granted the keys, the house now repurposed from a comfortable family home to a literal den of wolves.

Minho kicks the snow from his boots at the door, scraping his heels against the doormat before he lets himself in. He’s just about to bend down and untie his laces when he’s startled by the loud clacking of claws against the hardwood floor– and before he can even process what’s happening, he’s bombarded by a flurry of white fur and incessant panting.

“Jeongin-ah– yes, okay, yeah– hello to you too.”

Jeongin barks at him, yipping like a dog and spinning in circles in pure, barely contained excitement. By far Jeongin is the least skilled in controlling his wolf form, turning into a big hulking mass of white fur at even the slightest provocation– and when Jeongin pushes his head into the palm of Minho’s hand, he’s promptly reminded of how much he is insistently not a dog person.

It takes a good few minutes and a couple of scratches behind the ear until Jeongin finally loses his interest, disappearing off to god knows where. Maybe he’ll go lie in the middle of the hallway, or somewhere else mildly inconvenient, he thinks as he rolls his eyes. Minho shucks off his shoes and his coat, hanging them neatly on the hook by the door, and then bee-lines to the kitchen before he can make his rounds of the house.

Here’s the thing about werewolves– they eat like crazy. And to nobody’s surprise, when Minho opens the cupboards and checks the fridge, they’re once again near empty. He makes a mental note of things he needs to buy, filing through each drawer to see what’s missing. Vegetables, fruits, meat, snacks, the instant ramen Chan likes to buy in bulk. Minho isn’t obligated to go grocery shopping for them– it’s not his job, and it’s not like he has to. But, with the convenient excuse of “you’ve got a big kitchen, and you never use it?” Minho makes sure all the wolves (and Changbin) are at least fed when he makes the time to visit.

Once he’s done nosing about their kitchen, Minho saunters out and toward the living room, almost tripping over a sleeping Jeongin in the doorframe. He carefully steps over the comically large animal, trying his best not to wake the slumbering beast, before making his way over to the couch.

When Minho gets close enough to peer over the back of the sofa, he finds Han sprawled out over the cushions, reading some manga he’s far too absorbed in, his awestruck expression telling. From what he can make out from the head of dirty blonde hair buried into the crook of Han’s neck, Hyunjin is the one laying atop him, chest rising and falling being enough evidence that he’s asleep.

It takes a moment before Han finally notices Minho, and he smiles.

“Ah- hyung! Are you making dinner?” Han grins, but it’s shortly replaced with a look of concern as Hyunjin stirs, an irritable drawl escaping from the blonde.

“Maybe,” Minho responds, his voice just above a whisper. “I’ll have to get groceries first. But- I’m not here for that, anyways. Do you know if Seungmin’s in?”

Han blinks at him. “Seungmin? Why? I mean, he’s home.” He says, making sure to quieten his tone. “He’s in his room.”

All Minho does is nod in return, his gaze wandering past Han and toward the fireplace situated opposite. He squints, meandering his way around the couch and the cushions spilling onto the floor before crouching down in front of the fire. He chucks in a couple bits of wood, poking the charcoal around with the fireplace poker. Han’s voice breaks through the white noise of the crackling fire.

“Wait, so- why Seungmin, again?”

Minho stands, staring at the fireplace. “I said I’d talk to him.” His words are quick, nonchalant. “For Chan.”

Minho turns back to Han, who gives him a look. Something somewhat unreadable, but speaks of concern nonetheless.

“Right.. Be careful, then.” Is all Han musters, returning to the manga he was so interested in.

Minho takes this as his cue to leave, leaning over the couch to offer a flick to the back of Hyunjin’s head with his thumb and index finger, scurrying out of the room before Hyunjin can retaliate. A sly laugh escapes him as he hears Hyunjin’s whine of complaint, followed by Han’s laughter and playful bickering between them. The exchange stirs a warmth in Minho’s chest.

—

The stairs creak beneath Minho’s feet, his steps slipping into the ever so slightly dented hardwood, smoothened by time and continuous use. It’s difficult to make out in the dark, but he can see the claw marks torn through the staining as he walks his way up. At one point, they’d made him uneasy– a testament to what they were, still beasts as much as they were men. But the smaller scratches made it a bit more bearable, and oddly enough, more human. It served as proof that Chan and his siblings had lived here prior, kids who were just as unruly as puppies, crashing about this home just as the others do now. A smile tugs at his lips as he imagines a younger Chan, scurrying down the same hallway as Jeongin does now. More than fear, he feels familiarity.

Minho doesn’t bother turning the lights on in the hallway. For some reason, the wolves don’t seem to mind the dark, and so he doesn’t bother intruding on their habitual behaviour. The window from the end of the hallway pours in enough evening light for him to find his way to Seungmin’s bedroom door, and he knocks once, twice– only to be met with no response.

The thing about Seungmin, from what Minho has been told, is that he’s just a little bit more difficult than the other canines. Nobody’s really sure what he was like before Chan found him, only that Chan has known him longest, and that even Chan doesn’t really know much about him, either. He’s kind, though, Minho notes, dawdling behind Seungmin’s bedroom door. He has a witty sense of humour that contrasts well with his dry nature– he could get a chuckle out of anyone. And despite his elusive nature, his eyes are kind and puppy-like, carrying demeanour somewhat softer than that of a wolf. To put it simply, Minho isn’t scared of him. Why would he be?

“Kim Seungmin,” Minho calls, rapping his knuckles against the door again. “I’m going for a walk. Come with me.”

“I don’t want to.”

Their conversations are usually like this. A gentle demand, met quickly with defiance, tumbling into bickering akin to that of a married couple’s. But Seungmin’s a homebody, and Minho knows a walk would be good for him, so he knocks, again. He can hear Seungmin groan from behind the door.

“I need to take my dog for a walk. Come on, Seungmin-ah. Let’s go”

Minho is met with a palpable silence, but before he can lift his hand to knock again, the door abruptly swings open. Seungmin’s hair is dishevelled, tufts of fluffy brown sticking out from all angles– he seems to have just woken from a nap. In an attempt to fix his unkempt hair, he shakes his head like a dog.

“I’m not your dog.” Seungmin says, which Minho thinks is a bit ironic.

“I’ll be downstairs. Come on, before it gets dark.” Minho says, wandering back down the hallway and toward the stairway.

Seungmin huffs. “Fine. Give me a minute.”

—

Fiddling with the locks on the back door, Minho finally breaks them from where they’re frozen stiff, sliding the latch free with a resounding clack. It takes a bit of a push to actually get the door open, accounting for all the snow that had piled up in front of it. A big puff of air escapes into steam as he heaves, exuding the last of his effort against the door and kicking away the residual snow, just for his own convenience.

“SEUNGMIN-AH” Minho booms, knowing that the moody wolf is probably biding his time.

He’s met with silence for the most part, and he sniffs loudly as he feels the cold begin to bite at his nose. He wants to get moving– it would warm him up, if anything. Truth be told, he doesn’t really want to go for a hike in such frosty weather, casting a glance to the expanse of woodland waiting before him. Even so, the setting sun offers at least some sliver of warmth on his skin, and the orangey glow it casts on the woods makes the whole ordeal seem a bit more appealing.

He’s just about to close the door, turn tail and head back into the warmth of the house, until a blur of mousey brown fur dashes past him quicker than he can begin to comprehend it. He watches as the figure dashes up the slope– now realising it’s Seungmin– and disappearing off into the woods before Minho can even ask him to wait. He’s left dumbfounded, his brows pulled together in shock. So much for a walk.

Still, Minho obliges. He closes the door behind him and begrudgingly makes the trek up the slope, shuffling through thick snow towards the woodland awaiting him. There isn’t a pathway through the woods, but he’s walked through enough times to somewhat know his way around. In the winter, the ferns and foliage tall enough to tickle his neck become flattened by a blanket of white, devoid of life and colour in its entirety. It’s beautifully still, quiet save for the occasional birdsong. The crunch of dead twigs and frost beneath his feet seem almost deafening in the silence.

He recalls something Chan said before, about territory and instincts, the thought prompted by Seungmin’s paw prints he’d been absent-mindedly following through the snow. Although the woodland belongs to Chan under the lease of the land owned by his grandparents, the way werewolves operate around territory is completely different. Despite being humans, and despite understanding that the territory might be Chan’s legally, there are other werewolves that still fight for the same land, like actual animals. Chan had made a point to express how stupid he knew it sounded– why would they, as people, need to dispute like animals over the idea of territory of all things? He’d laughed awkwardly, as if admitting it was embarrassing.

It took Minho a while to wrap his head around it. Despite their humanity, they, too, are still animals. It was something Minho knew he could never understand– an inhuman instinct to act solely based on an inherent force of nature. That it is something you must do, regardless of what your mind may convince you otherwise. “That's why Hyunjin’s so.. Jittery.” Chan had explained one evening, “He’s got all these desires, and no outlet.”

That night, Chan had put the idea of being a werewolf truly into perspective for Minho. Instinct was something their body needed to act upon. To deny themselves of their nature was to deny themselves of what made them human, too, reducing all of their feelings into anxiety and pent up frustration– like the jittery, fearful mess Hyunjin was when they had first met, fuelled by his own cognitive dissonance.

Minho slows his pace, soon realising that Seungmin’s paw prints had led to a mass of shrubbery and dead foliage, disappearing beyond where he could follow. He chews his lip, furrowing his brows as he wanders ahead, finding himself in a clearing blanketed in white. The boughs of the trees part, the sky greeting him with a smattering of clouds, accompanied by an array of pink and orange hues. He sighs into the collar of his coat.

What Chan had said began to make sense, but it begged another question that Minho couldn’t bring himself to ask. What was Seungmin’s deal, then? The question that had spurred on the current situation in the first place, what kept his gaze following the brunette every time he stayed round, captivated by what he could not decipher.

Why did Seungmin lean so much into his instinct, over being human instead?

Minho stares at the ground, kicking up a lump of snow as he mulls it over in his brain. He’s not really sure what to think, but he’s broken from his trance when the sound of paws thrumming against snow calls to his attention, a blur of brown appearing in his peripheral vision. He lifts his head, and opens his mouth to speak–

“Seungm-”

Two bodies collide, one intercepting the other as they hurtle through the snow, tossing up white as they writhe against the ground, a cacophony of growls and snarls orchestrated between the two as they snap at one another’s throats. When the larger rears onto his hind legs, Minho can tell it’s Seungmin, his mottled brown fur dishevelled and matted red. As he brings down his paws, the force is so mighty that Minho can feel it reverberate through the ground, his breath suddenly catching in his throat. He doesn’t realise he’s hyperventilating until he stumbles backward, his back hitting the bark of the tree behind him and startling him from his shock.

The noise the other creature makes is terrifying, a whine so pained that it rings in his ears. He watches as the other wolf desperately tries to pull itself out from under Seungmin, gnashing its fangs in an effort to defend itself. Minho doesn’t know what scares him more– the flurry of teeth and claws and the blood spattering the snow, or the fact Seungmin is capable of holding his own and then some.

When the other wolf finally gets free, it limps away, paws skidding in the snow as it frantically makes its escape. The silence that follows only makes Minho aware of his heart clattering against his ribs. He swallows heavily, slumping down against the tree.

The wolf turns to him. The blood drips from his maw, smeared across his muzzle. Minho holds his breath.

Seungmin stalks up to him, body language cautious, as if he, too, is scared. The wolf lowers himself ever so slightly, head tilted to the side. Hesitantly, Minho reaches out a hand, finding his way to Seungmin’s jaw. The blood is wet and warm against his palm, and it makes him feel slightly sick, his stomach churning in disgust. However, when Seungmin gently presses the side of his head into Minho’s hand, he begins to feel a little less frightened. He heaves out a breath.

This was their reality. It dawns on him, shaky as he withdraws his hand. Whether Minho liked it or not, whether he wanted to believe it or not– Seungmin was still an animal. Dogs still bite.

The blood is sticky between his fingers. His gaze flits to Seungmin’s, deep brown eyes meeting his own, and it’s only then the wolf moves the help Minho to his feet, nudging him up and out of the snow with his nose.

The walk back to Chan’s home is quiet, Seungmin pressed close to Minho’s side as he guides him down through the woods. He glances up at him every now and then, but Minho doesn’t respond, his hand gently clutching at his fur instead. It offers some sort of solace between them.

Before Minho enters the house, he turns to Seungmin, drawing in a deep breath.

“For the record,” He begins, hand loitering on the door handle as if to prepare himself. “I’m not scared of you, Seungmin.”

They exchange a look. Seungmin can’t respond, but the look in his eyes is enough to know his words were understood.

—

Commotion stirs up almost instantaneously as the two enter the house. Seungmin had already dashed up the stairs, but the trail of blood he leaves in his wake doesn’t go unnoticed. Jeongin —now human— was the first to catch the scent, just barely missing his bloodied housemate as he approached Minho, clearly panicking. It wasn’t long until his flustered voice had caught the attention of Han and Hyunjin from the living room, and all of a sudden it seemed the whole house had begun demanding what happened.

The biggest surprise however, was Chan, who came hurtling down the stairs at the news. Chan was usually so composed– things like this didn’t seem to phase him. They had gotten into scuffles with other wolves before, which Chan had usually confronted with utmost responsibility, solving the problems he’d been presented with without any more strife than necessary. However, in spite of what Minho had assumed, Chan had fixed him with a look he’d never been faced with before. His eyebrows were upturned with an intense worry, the ears atop his head pulled back with obvious unease. He’d practically trembled as he took Minho’s bloodied hands into his own.

It took a bit of reasoning to finally get it through to Chan that he was okay. He’d come out unscathed, fortunately, unlike the conclusion Chan had jumped to in his fretful state. Minho promises Chan he’s fine, even if he’s not entirely sure it’s true. His response is returned by a frown and a nod. Chan knows Minho isn't the kind of person who likes to be pressed for information, but the fur that stands on end at the back of his ears tells Minho that he’s still not convinced. He takes a mental note to reassure him later.

Minho takes a step back from the group, lifting his hands defensively.

“I’d rather just go wash this off– I promise I’m fine, alright?”

His words are taken reluctantly but still taken, and Minho uses that as his opportunity to slip away. He can still hear the others quietly discuss as he slinks through the hallway, but his mind is too exhausted to care about speculation right now. His biggest concern is washing the mess off his hands, and – Seungmin.

Minho is surprised to see him when he enters the kitchen, mostly because of the giant gash stretching from his shoulder to his upper back, dripping red down the divot of his spine. He’s not sure why he didn’t think wounds would stay consistent throughout their human and animal forms, but Minho hadn’t even noticed Seungmin had gotten hurt in the first place, the wound obscured by thick layers of fur at the time. His stomach knots up with guilt, and he chews at the inside of his cheek.

The ears atop Seungmin’s head swivel toward Minho’s place in the doorway before Seungmin himself looks over, his body turned halfway towards him. He’s holding disinfectant and a cloth in his hands, the first aid kit laying unpacked in front of him on the counter. He doesn’t say anything, and the two hold awkward eye contact for a good couple of seconds. Minho blinks, as if it’ll break the silence.

“What?”

Minho doesn’t respond to Seungmin’s blunt inquiry, instead making his way to the sink to wash the blood from his hands. He can hear Seungmin sigh behind him, and Minho takes a peek over his shoulder, watching the younger gently pat the disinfectant soaked cloth against his outer clavicle where the wound begins. Seungmin hisses through his teeth, pained by the sting of the alcohol– but all Minho can think about is how Seungmin is going to deal with the rest of the gash on his back.

With a roll of his eyes, Minho dries his hands, before standing directly behind Seungmin and slinking his hands around his front, gently taking the cloth and disinfectant from his hands. Seungmin opens his mouth to protest, but as he goes to take the cloth back, he winces in pain from the sudden movement. Minho raises an eyebrow at him.

“Here, I'll do it. You won’t be able to reach, anyways.” He murmurs, wetting the cloth with more disinfectant.

Seungmin huffs, but doesn’t argue, instead turning his back to Minho. They fall into silence once again, Minho gently working at his wounds with utmost care. He’s not usually this gentle with him– with anyone, really, as long as you’re not counting his cats. Even so, when Seungmin groans through gritted teeth, shoulders stiffening at the pain, Minho pulls away until the ache subsides enough for him to continue.

“Seungmin-ah,” Minho begins, cutting through the heavy silence settled between them. “I’m sorry. For not being more careful.”

Seungmin doesn’t respond immediately, only gently tipping his head down. Although he’s quiet, Minho notices his knuckles flex from where his hand grips the counter. Minho continues.

“I meant what I said, at the door.” He murmurs, voice lowered as if it’s something only Seungmin should hear. “My opinion of you hasn’t changed.”

Seungmin sharply draws in a breath.

“Does it matter?”

Minho’s surprised at the answer. A beat.

“Whether or not it does, I thought I should tell you.”

Minho is used to being reassuring. Han is someone who needs it, Hyunjin is someone who thrives off of it– Chan desires it, even if it is unspoken. But the unfortunate truth of the matter is that Seungmin is harder to read, more than anyone Minho happens to be close to. He might know him vaguely, in little snippets he’s able to concoct into a person in his mind– He’s got a witty sense of humour and a dry nature, and his eyes still remain kind despite everything. But the person beyond that is always out of reach, standing across the threshold of what Minho is granted the privilege to know.

Minho lets out a sigh. Gently, he rests his forehead against the back of Seungmin’s unwounded shoulder. Seungmin seems startled at the contact, but doesn’t move.

“It might not matter to you,” He whispers. “But it matters to me that you know.”

“Even if I’m still violent? Even if I hurt you?” Seungmin retaliates.

He pulls away, moving to turn to Minho– fully this time. There’s a sort of malice veiling his gaze, as if to challenge Minho’s words. The side of his mouth is smeared with blood.

Minho moves to wipe it away with his thumb, delicately cradling Seungmin’s cheek.

“Even if you hurt me” He promises.

Seungmin’s gaze holds Minho’s, the crease in his brow slightly softening. Minho watches as Seungmin’s adam's apple bobs, averting his eyes as if he’s suddenly conscious of Minho’s stare, ears lowering in a gentle act of submission. Minho swears he can feel Seungmin lean his cheek into his hand, until–

“YAH! WHY IS THERE BLOOD IN THE HALLWAY?”

The sudden yell breaks the two away from each other instantly, Seungmin jolting away and stumbling back into the counter. He hisses in pain as his lower back collides with the marble, and Minho pinches his nose bridge with annoyance, the two turning their attention to the voice now appearing in the doorway.

“Hyung, I didn’t know you were- SEUNGMIN-AH?” Changbin’s hands are full, one with his rucksack and his laptop and the other with a bag full of groceries, which he practically throws onto the kitchen island when he catches sight of the state Seungmin is in. He frets, pushing past a Minho who’s slowly backing away from the two of them. Changbin begins to ask a million questions a minute, and it’s clear Seungmin is struggling to keep up, every sentence ending with an “I’m fine,” and “It’s not a big deal.” Changbin whines, turning to Minho as if he’ll back him up.

“It’s getting late,” Minho says with an awkward laugh. “I think I should get going. I’ll come by tomorrow or something?”

“But, wait- what happened to-”

Changbin tries to get his sentence out, but Minho is already slowly shuffling backwards out of the kitchen door. Seungmin fixes him with a look, but this time it’s something understanding. Minho discreetly nods back, and Changbin nearly misses the exchange. “Hey- what’s going on between you two-” He says, frantically glancing between them. “wait, MINHO-YAH, COME BACK-”

Minho’s already out the door before Changbin can catch him.

—

His apartment is cold when he finally makes it home. He slips off his boots at the door, pleasantly greeted with a happy (and hungry) Soonie. The tabby meows at Minho demandingly, and so Minho crouches down, letting the orange tabby sniff at his hands. He's somewhat displeased by the dog smell– but nonetheless rubs his cheek against Minho's fingers. Minho smiles, gently scooping the cat up into his arms, to which the other two finally make themselves known, Doongie and Dori appearing at his feet as he makes his way further into his apartment.

Once the cats are fed and he finally turns the heating on, Minho returns to his bedroom. He’s about to grab a fresh pair of pyjamas and take a shower when he hears his phone buzz in his pocket, startling him. He pats around at the jeans he’s wearing, forgetting which pocket he’d put his phone in, only to find it in the pouch of his hoodie. When the screen lights up, he’s surprised to see a text from Seungmin.

Thanks for your help earlier. I appreciate it. Is all it says, followed by a dog emoji. Minho finds himself smiling at his phone, amused by Seungmin’s stiff text. It almost makes him laugh. Almost.

No problem. He responds, with a cat emoji at the end.

He throws his phone down on his bed, running his hands through his hair. His cheeks go hot, embarrassed at how giddy this makes him.

Goodnight, Hyung. Seungmin’s text lights up on Minho’s screen.

Minho’s heart thrums in his chest. He swears he’s going insane.

#stray kids fanfic #stray kids drabbles #2min #lee know #kim seungmin #werewolf au #skewiiefic

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christiebae · 2 months

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𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈'𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑗𝑒𝑤𝑒𝑙

mães adotivas:

olivia sinclair. 50 anos. - status: viva. (fc. sara paulson)

rachel wilson. 52 anos. - status: viva. (fc. amanda peet)

pais biológicos:

afrodite. imortal - status: divina. (fc. park gyuyoung)

bae hyunsung. 50 anos. - status: desaparecido. (fc. jang hyuk)

Uma história de amor que começa no circo, mas antes de contar sobre a verdadeira família de Christopher, vamos falar daquele que que lhe deu um sobrenome? Bae Hyunsung, um acrobata aéreo que ficava trinta minutos fazendo lindos movimentos aéreos pendurado em longas tiras de tecido que fez até a Afrodite se apaixonar.

Ninguém sabia ao certo de onde aquela mulher surgiu e nem mesmo o seu nome, só sabiam que quando pousaram na Austrália, ela estava na plateia com tanta frequência que era impossível não notar a sua presença. E para Hyunsung, era como se o mundo inteiro parasse, quando os seus pés enfim tocavam o chão e ele ia até o centro do picadeiro, os olhos sempre cruzavam com os dela e aquele sorriso fazia o seu coração falhar diversas vezes, perdia completamente a compostura e demorava alguns segundos para voltar a sua elegância habitual. A mulher surgia algumas vezes depois do espetáculo, facilmente fez amizade com todos do circo e até alguns se derreteram de amor por ela, relações surgiram e sumiram rapidamente com ela, definitivamente ela era um espírito livre.

Mesmo assim, haviam momentos, bem breves, em que ficava sozinha com Hyunsung e podia dividir do que gostavam, do que não gostavam, sobre amores do passado e aqueles que ainda queriam viver, sobre histórias e lendas, e o sentimento superou a casualidade da relação. A tal mulher misteriosa dividiu dias de amor intenso ao lado do acrobata, trocaram juras de amor e, tão rápido como muitos romances clichês da literatura, eles enfim decidiram se unir em matrimônio. Não foi um casamento habitual, ela com um sorriso radiante e um vestido simples, ele usando o seu melhor traje de apresentação, casaram sob as estrelas nas promessas vazias de um cabaretier de circo.

No dia seguinte, ela desapareceu e só retornou alguns meses, com uma criança no colo e uma expressão de tristeza no qual Hyunsung não queria guardar da sua memória. Sequer tocou naquele bebê, sendo deixado nas mãos do proprietário do circo antes que a mulher sumisse de novo.

— O que faremos com ele, hyun?

Era uma pergunta que se repetia pelos cantos como um tipo de assombro na escuridão, então Hyunsung simplesmente desistiu de tudo, da sua carreira, da sua história naquele circo, dos seus amigos e sumiu no mundo, a única coisa que deixou para trás, junto com aquela criança, foi o registro de nascimento com o seu sobrenome ao lado de um nome que sequer foi de sua escolha.

O que ele não sabe, é que a deusa retornou ao picadeiro e soube do desaparecimento do homem, chegou a cogitar em leva-lo com ela, mas sabia que não era seguro. E foi então que ela dividiu a sua verdadeira história a Rachel, uma das suas várias paixões que viveu naquele lugar e a quem confiava cegamente até a própria divindade. Disse que era Afrodite, que o garoto não teria uma vida segura e que logo os perigos viriam, que ele teria poderes ou habilidades sobre-humanas, além da beleza eterna que qualquer um que carrega o seu sangue divino poderia ter. Que o amava, mas que não podia ficar com ele, ao menos não no mesmo lugar que seu marido, tinha medo que algo ruim pudesse acontecer com ele, por isso, confiou o filho a Rachel e esperou que, com isso, ele tivesse uma vida longa e saudável.

Apesar de tudo, Rachel viu naquele momento a oportunidade de ser mãe, um sonho que dividia com a sua companheira por toda a vida.

— Cuidaremos dele como se fosse nosso.

Quanto mais aquele circo crescia, maior era o amor daquelas duas por Christopher. Rachel quando conheceu Olivia, também tinha sido no circo, enquanto uma trabalhava com o irmão no trapézio, com espetáculos maravilhosos e fazendo todos prenderem o ar, a outra trabalhava com a administração do circo, quase o tempo todo estressada e brigando com todo mundo, Olivia é filha do dono do circo, além de prima da maioria dos administradores e diretores que passaram por ali, mas todos sabiam que aquele elenco era uma grande família no final das contas. Então quando Rachel chegou com o irmão, foi o típico amor a primeira vista que viveu sob as sombras das incertezas do preconceito por muitos anos, era inocente e belíssimo de acompanhar, quase sempre trocavam olhares e toques de suas mãos como se fossem juras de amor silenciosas.

Foi na primeira noite delas que o pai de Olivia descobriu, mas diferente do que esperavam, receberam a benção que deveria ter sido recebido ainda no começo, logo todos do circo dividiram que aquele amor era o mais transparente e visível do mundo, que eles só não interferiram porque queriam dar o tempo que elas precisavam. Olivia e Rachel se casaram depois de quatro anos de relacionamento, desde então ficaram juntas, mesmo depois da passagem daquele furacão intenso chamado Afrodite.

Christopher só somou, Rachel nem saberia dizer o que mais amou nele, se era aquele sorrisinho de quem iria aprontar ou os olhos minúsculos e tão brilhantes que pareciam as estrelas, ela sabia que era exatamente por isso que os olhos eram os preferidos de Afrodite. Quanto mais ele crescia, mais bonito ficava e as mulheres, ainda mais preocupadas. Se tornaram leoas quando os poderes começaram a se manifestar, causando aquele trauma horroroso em seu filho e não hesitaram de forma alguma em simplesmente deixar de ser um circo fixo, para se tornar em um circo itinerante, viajando em cidades mais distantes para que, quando esses poderes se manifestassem novamente, eles conseguissem se livrar e partir daquele lugar. Por sorte, sentiram o mínimo, pois o fascínio que ele transmitia não era maior que o amor que eles tinham pelo garoto. E então veio o ataque do monstro durante um espetáculo, que apesar de ter sido assustador, fez com que toda a plateia aplaudisse no final por achar que fazia parte de toda a encenação.

E quando a idade chegou, Rachel soube porque a lua ficou vermelha antes do tempo, um grande fenômeno que é estudado pela ciência até hoje, mas que Rachel sabia que era o sinal de Afrodite. Um plano que sempre mudava os protagonistas mas nunca deixava de ser de uma única maneira: leva-lo ao acampamento em segurança, usar os métodos de segurança que Afrodite ensinou, entregar o presente que lhe foi deixado e então, partir, que era a parte mais dolorosa.

Foi assim que ele se despediu daquela vida para uma nova, mesmo sabendo que ainda teria a sua família circense com ele, o garoto sentia que as coisas seriam diferentes simplesmente porque nasceu com aquele sangue divino maldito. É, ele pragueja e amaldiçoa a mãe algumas vezes, na verdade, muitas vezes, mesmo assim, Olivia e Rachel a defendem e sempre ressaltam o fato de que ela não teve muita escolha.

— Até porque, ela ama a cor dos seus olhos, é onde o amor dela está nesse momento.

#⋆ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 ・ filed under ：development ．#⋆ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 ・ filed under ：extras ．#uma representatividade sáfica sim kkk #apesar do casal ser fanfic kkkk #a sara é sapatona real #faço o povo sofrer e depois meto um edit de família kkk

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manhwamuneca · 5 days

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This comic is so wacky, love to see it! 💙🩷

#regressor instruction manual #rim #started reading the novel #harem comic #villian #all the women love him #manhwa #lee kiyoung #kim hyunsung #blue guild #dialugia dragon #max #Park Yeon-joo #black swan guild #looks so breedable #ikemen villians

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lookismstuff · 1 year

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Reaction to Ep 462

SPOILERS ALERT

THREE major revelations take place in this episode and there will soon be a backstory that some readers are looking forward to reading.

So Jake (Gimyung) met Daniel (Hyungseok) outside of the Grimm clinic when he did his own reconnaisance. Then they both agreed on capturing CEO Charles Choi (Choi Dongsoo) and Park Jinyoung. Jake was bent on getting back at Charles for what happened to Big Deal and Daniel of course wanted to get his second body back (and uncover that mystery). They separated and agreed to meet on D-Day (the asylum attack).

I really love this interaction. Danny calls Jake "hyung" (older bro) and I wish that someday they could remain good friends. They were also joking a little bit about how useful Jake might be (or not...hahaha their short banter was everything).

Anyway they arrived at Jihan's holding cell and set him free (it was so easy, the plot must be moving at the speed of lightning again). Zack (Jinsung) came rescuing Jibeom and Hudson (Hyunsung) who, fyi, fainted after the monster's attack before Eli (Hyun) dragged it (him?) down with him two episodes ago. It was so funny, he was pissed that he was left alone helping them (I hope Vasco's fine somewhere... COME ON SOMEBODY FIND HIM).

And lo and behold, the ominiscient "Forever Man" is none other than Jihan's insane cell mate. The man is not called "Forever" for nothing. He was the first victim of Workers (lhae)'s forced confinement.

This is the first revelation.

The man's also Baek Hangyeol's father.

So somehow Hangyeol cheated the system as a minor to cosign with his mom in order to imprison his dad for reasons of insanity (I wonder if there'll be more to this backstory, like Jasmine [Youngmi]'s dad way back then who was actually a sexual molester to her).

Back to the present time, The Forever Man led Allied to a set of emergency stairs that they couldn't find before (because it's walled from the outside). And per Hangyeol's instruction, Taejin was already waiting for them at the first basement, all prepared. (CHEONLIANG BACKSTORY SOON!)

The mere sight of Taejin smirking drove Vin (Hobin) to anger and tears and soon they began to fight as Vin was determined that no witnesses should be left alive, implying that Taejin was an eyewitness to the murder that Vin had to commit in the past, or to whatever happened to Mary (Miru).

That is the second revelation in the episode, btw.

Hangyeol also told Park Jinyoung to prepare. And by preparing he meant to use his three reprogrammed victims (Big Danny, Johan and Samuel [Seongeun]) to launch an attack against Allied.

Yep his experiments were apparently to turn them into some sort of soldier/bioweapons thingy and see which one of them was the strongest (predictable, I wish it was related to the double bodies). Thanking the mad scientist for not shaving Johan and Samuel bald.

This is the third and final revelation in this episode.

#lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #daniel park #park hyungseok #vin jin #jin hobin #lee jinsung #zack lee #jake kim #kim gimyung #lookism spoilers #allied lookism

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your--isgayrights · 1 year

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I dare you to think of any LJH meta

Yeah, ok! I mean I'm on a language kick so if you meant like a specific theme you wanted to ask about her fitting into then like lmk but I'll just do another name meaning breakdown here.

李智慧

^plum ^knowledge ^wisdom

이 지 혜

^ common surname ^ these two together often mean kind of like a wisdom/knowledge of overcoming ignorance/evil/chaos. has some reference in Buddhist texts.

TLDR;

the surnames in ORV group the characters together in interesting ways and some themes connecting the Lees are connection to KDJ's (and to KDJ thru extension of YJH's) past/childhood, and experience of growing in adversity (symbolized by plum meaning of Lee).

We know LJH is a Jeonju Lee because she's a descendant of Yi Seokgi in text. The stories of Admiral Yi Sunsin with Yi Seokgi and Lee Jihye with Na Bori parallel in a way that emphasizes how the moral actions that define who becomes the hero of a story are context sensitive to a society.

Historical narratives/war movies typically portray a black and white of who was right and who was wrong that is supposed to seem obvious in hindsight, but are propped up too often as moral lessons that are always true, but will actually be different relevant to the standards of the current 'setting' (society).

Jihye's Hanja can refer to an understanding of some Buddhist concepts that represent an answer to ORV's question of 'how to survive in a ruined world' that Kim Dokja ultimately disagrees with.

Detailed explanation:

Surname Lee

Yi/Lee/Li is another one of those suuuuper common last names. 2nd most common in Korea and it trades places with 王 a lot in China's population count for #1 and #2 most common. (BTW Li is such a common translation of this last name despite modern Korean spelling of 이 partially because in. Middle Korean it has been spelled multiple ways [링,니,리] throughout history, partially because the word is so old and has to be written so often, it's survived multiple standardizations of the Korean language that English is still catching up to.) You can see the commonness of the name reflected in how so many ORV characters have this last name, (Lee Sookyung, Lee Hyunsung, Lee Seolhwa, Lee Gilyeong Lee Jihye...)

But if the usage was just reflecting 'commonness' then where are the 5 characters with surname 밝 omniscient reader where have the parks of the world gone omniscient reader did they all die in the subway car omniscient reader answer me.

... ok, I would argue that regardless of intentionality, the surnames in ORV associate some characters in ORV with the roles they each have and call attention to the similarities between them. Like, Han Sooyoung and Han Myungoh both play parts of like cartoonishly obvious villains in the early text (韓 has some national pride attached to it because it's one of few Hanja commonly used in modern Korean bc it literally just means Korea today, but the etymological root is that it's a picture of a fence so you could infer like Chinese calling a nation past dynasty borders the nation over the fence which implies a separation/opposition I suppose), Yoo Sangah and Yoo Joonghyuk have sort of an emphasized relationship to Kim Dokja I discussed a bit earlier, and Kim Dokja hates Kim Namwoon because he was projecting his self-hatred of a cringe younger version of himself onto him.

So the thing that stands out to me about LHS LSH and LJH is that they're all people who are related to Yoo Joonghyuk's "past". (Sn: I feel SYS is exempted from this grouping because of her unique position in relation to time/humanness/KDJ&YJH, her surname 申 is from Chinese astrology (stars and specific symbolism you could call daoism)/timekeeping a summer month around gregorian August, but is also used in Korean phrases associated with honesty/earnestness, w/ promises and requests) . Conversely, LSK and LGY are a few of the 'real' people of KDJ's world pulled into the scenarios by his influence and also kind of remind of his past/childhood. So I think this actually has to do with the meanings/associations of this surname's hanja

李 is easy to remember with the meaning of plum because it's a picture of a child 子 hanging down from a tree 木. Plums don't actually have as long of a history as you might think because relative to Chinese language in like 1250 BCE we only have evidence of domestic plums starting around 400 BCE. HOWEVER despite a lack of genetic evidence, Western Zhou inscriptions on bronze (which are called 金文 btw if you wanted to know that KDJ's name is like maybe even more related to lit history lol) have been found to contain this glyph:

Wherein, rather than tree, the little asterisk looking thing is actually the lingual precursor to 米 which as a noun means like a grain/grass/wheat type of situation. How does that make sense if the plum is from a tree and not a grass? Well, linguists speculate the character is pictophonetic and the precursor to 米 is just giving the sound of the character, but it could also be an implication of cultivation/domestication/having the nature of a crop in my opinion, which would be cool if true because inscriptions of this kind occur previous to 771 BC, which is 300 years before extant physical evidence implies plums were domesticated/cultivated.

(Sn: Sorry ok all this is very cool to me because I love how far back you can trace things in Chinese Language. Like if you think about where language begins, I'm reminded very much of the nature of humanity and how ORV puts it with the metaphor of the wall. The first evidence we have of Chinese writing is the oracle bones that Shang people used, and these scriptures showed an already fully formed language that may have been used on more degradable materials. But the oracle bones lend this sacredness to the idea of the written word. The Shang carved characters into ox bones and turtle shells to ask their ancestors questions, and the ability to communicate with ancestors to predict the weather, the relationship of an individual to the past, stood at the very foundation of many East Asian societies for centuries after this point. Yet you wonder, who was the first prophet of bones? Was the first pictograph we might call language an attempt to communicate to a deceased loved one? To ask a question? To write on a wall, not knowing if there was truly a reader on the other side? It's something I think of with this theme of impossible communication that ORV is making a statement with about all of literary history.)

Either way, the inclusion of the word child is significant, because it's not just tied to the fruit being 'born' from the tree, but possibly also the symbolic significance of the plum throughout literary history. This is because plum is very associated with the season of spring. Like literally if you've ever played mahjong or looked at old daoist texts I guess there's this whole thing where there are 4 flowers tied to the 4 seasons and the plum blossom is the blossom of spring. And you know when you literally have like old old old guiding religious texts that basically Explain what those seasons mean to people at the time that becomes the foundation of medicine/ruling philosophies you can see like there are some very consistent themes tied to the plum blossom and thus the character 李.

First is the idea of birth, which makes sense because spring is when the whole world is coming back to life after winter, and the flowers of the plum tree are one of the same. (Sn: a lot of daoist/naturalist influence in literary symbolism is based in the idea of scale... Like the galaxy is a microcosm of the universe, the planet is a microcosm of a galaxy, a human life is a microcosm of the planet, etc.) Because of this, the plum and spring sre associated with childhood/ the early stages of life, (as 子 implies). In this sense, it fits well that 李 would be used for important characters in raising KDJ (his mom and the people he admired in YJH's story) while also being used for LJH and LGY, whose youth in comparison to their harsh situation is often commented upon by the narrative. The other aspect of this meaning is the idea of blooming in spite of adversity, in that the first blooms of the plum blossom may appear when it still feels like winter, bringing the first signs of spring, thus the growing in spite of adversity. Thus, it makes a lot of sense to name a lot of the characters in a literal Apocalypse novel 李, they are blooming/growing in spite of their harsh circumstances.

(Sn: the history of plums/ stonefruit in East Asia is really interesting, sent me down a rabbit hole of trying to figure out what the first domesticated stonefruit was, but it's far back in time enough that 1 day isn't enough time to find that answer.)

In LJH's case in particular, 李 is also an important connection to the historical figure Yi Eokgi. This actually means she's one of few characters featured in ORV we have a Bon-gwan for, since Yu Eokgi was descendant from the Jeonju Yi clan (who made Korea's royal seal the plum blossom when they were in power btw). This is pretty interesting and ORV does like super get into it in the movie theater chapters, but I'll put some context here if you like do not know about Korean war history.

So war is a really interesting narrative in ORV because of a certain discourse on the sort of tokenization of tragedy in storytelling/propaganda. For instance, a huge theme of early Korean literature is the victory of Silla in the three kingdoms period, because extant Korean literature begins with the ancestors of the Silla nobles who conquered the peninsula. Thus, in tales of the three kingdoms, Silla may be portrayed in a better light/more accurately than Goguryeo and Baekje. Up to the modern day, these tales get retold over and over again with different actors, which is part of the point the arc about the war of kings was making, that these noble, dressed up pictures of war don't stand up to actual conflict or modern day issues, that they get rehashed over and over again as if to invoke some sense of national pride when in reality they've lost meaning/application to modern wars/society beyond the profit made by selling their recognizable images. (Shout out to Min Jiwon, her surname's hanja means 'pity' btw, lol) In contrast to this history, Admiral Yi Sunsin is someone who recorded his own history in logs without the intent of publication (as far as I'm aware), and his image/story was taken by the literate of his time only to be fed into that same content generating machine of the modern day, where war movies commercialize and glamorize the battles he fought. (Sn: ORV calls him by his posthumous title, wherein the Hanja for 'loyalty" was used despite the fact that Yi Sunsin notoriously disobeyed the emperors orders and was right to do it. This name kind of relates to this concept of the written word as a masking narrative bc he also had a given name that basically meant servant of the emperor and there's a famous letter where he was like this servant is going to do the opposite of what you said actually to the king) In the context of ORV and modern SK society, the military is just another industry the young people of today are filed in and out of, and men in particular are obligated and often made to feel there is a real need to participate in the industrial complex of modern warfare. So, this is relevant to KDJ's life experience of mentioning being sent to a bad post during his time serving, in the sense of showing war to actually be quite soul draining and unremarkable outside of fantasy.

So in the idea of considering Yi Sunsin 's Real Life story as something tokenized into "Narrative," Yi Seokgi is like almost less than a sidekick. He was a commander in Yi Sunsin 's first notable battle with Japanese forces, so the two often fought alongside one another, yet he's not the individual that is most often put with Yi Sunsin or remarked upon as his close 'comrade' in history, so it makes sense in the realm of ORV that maybe his story isn't well known. I personally think this is sort of because his story is tragic in the sense that the moral of it is to not follow orders of stupid government leaders who don't understand reality... In that he died because he went to a battle when the king ordered it after Yi Sunsin was arrested and stripped from his post for disobeying because he knew it was a stupid order. In addition, I've seen some conflicting versions of this, but some say he went to his own death over the side of the ship when Korea's loss seemed apparent.

So this is really interesting then in the concept of LJH and Na Bori (surname means Net btw). Because it puts LJH as this Yi Seokgi whose obedience to Narrative turned her into a Yi Sunsin. Like, in the epilogues we can see her interactions with Na Bori in that LJH is the younger one who gets teased and called crybaby, who relies on NBR. (What if I was casting myself overboard because of our impending doom and you were a net that caught me and we were both girls lol) Then, NBR takes care of her further by sacrificing her own life. Then, this is the incident that draws the character of Yi Sunsin 's (also I say his name here, but consider that the monikers of the constellations are actually pretty important in the meta narrative context of a Character, a being that symbolizes something in a story, an idea, rather than the actual real person with their own private emotions and such. Also how they aren't able to communicate directly until the point where KDJ himself is becoming like a character to us too. The constellations picking someone then who best understands their story/relates to it is a form of viewership/readership in a way) attention to this particular ancestor of Yi Seokgi, in a way that kind of shows a version of his own story, what if the young and inexperienced Yi Seokgi was the one to live instead? Would he become the same kind of hero in different circumstances? This concept of seeking your own narrative in the stories of others recurrs, obviously, all throughout the narrative of ORV.

(sn on that: I think that KDJ finding his own narrative in different ways between LJH and KNW is also important to the main narrative of survivorship that drives KDJ's initial interest in the world of WoS because of the fact that LJH's survivors guilt and indecision are, in contrast to KNW's over-enthusiastic ownership of the identity of "murderer" relate to the internal debate of KDJ's own self hatred, in that self-exoneration through blaming the situation is the side of KDJ's trauma that triggers his self-hatred/that he has to let himself misremember to keep on living. In opposition, LJH is a "murderer" who KDJ feels sympathy towards. In the world of WoS promised to KDJ in that very initial concept of "what if everyone you know had to kill others in order to survive?" The introduction of these early characters in ORV is always tied to that idea of how they had to become a killer in order to survive. In the beginning, compared to KNW, LJH is someone KDJ wants to see be dissimilar from that version of himself)

So the battle highlighted in the movie theater chapters is the battle of Myeongyang, which is pretty important. In history, basically what happened is that the court and king became convinced by a Japanese double agent that they could ambush a Japanese fleet in a certain area of the sea that Yi Sunsin had actually been to and knew there were like just some absolutely shitty awful rocks there and so, despite not knowing about the double agent plot, he refused to take his ships out there for no reason. This double agent plot was like literally set up because Yi Sunsin had defeated the Japanese fleets a few times and they wanted to lure him right to those shitty rocks and kill him. Turns out they didn't have to because the idiot king got so pissed at being disobeyed that he had Yi Sunsin locked up and like broke his legs and wanted to kill him also but got convinced not to. Yi Eokgi and others who had fought alongside tried to stick up for him, but Yi Eokgi was sent out with another commander to sail right into the trap. Then like I said, some tellings say he died by 'honorable suicide' at sea and some say he was run ashore and killed, I'm not sure. Either way, I'm pretty sure ORV is working with the former version. In that case, Myeongyang is the battle wherein Yi Sunsin had just been reinstated and rushed out to look for the fleet that never returned.

So this is why the movie about this battle reminding LJH of her dead friend connects, because, presumably, the sea attributed to her sickness is the location of Yi Eokgi 's suicide, parallel to NBR voluntarily giving her life to save LJH's.

Another narrative occuring here is, again, the parallel of the fantasy situation to the reality of this kind of trauma. Just like KDJ and other's skills only come into play in the world of WoS, the environment -specific nature of LJH's abilities is particularly emphasized with association to this sea that is a reminder of her greatest personal trauma. This is interesting because I think the overt message of this scene is KDJ forcing this idea of like using your trauma as a necessity to become stronger, which is very interesting in the context of helplessness to narrative and the fact that KDJ's idea of being like the sacrificial goat that has to endure all suffering for the sake of any happiness to occur in the world being the final boss of ORV... Also interesting in the context of the way natural human tragedy/history is edited into narrative visavis the commentary of historical narrative here.

Because if you look at YSS, he was this admiral whose greatest advantage was always just knowing the sea the best of anyone else. He knew where the shitty rocks were, and Myeongyang was named the battle of Myeongyang because when the king was like give up on finding our guys and just fight with the land troops he was like nah man I got 12 ships here and ships are only good if there's water, and he sent one of his boats to lure the Japanese fleet of like 300 guys into the Myeongyang straight that just had like hella whirlpools.

So the idea of someone who is weak on land but strong in the sea is very parallel to that aspect of trauma which is the fact that trauma responses are trying to prepare you to encounter traumatic situations again, and when you don't encounter those situations, they just linger and stay with you, and in some ways they become a weakness in dealing with everything other than that very specific situation you once experienced. So in this section KDJ is telling LJY to get over her trauma and use it for this specific situation, that having endured killing a human being once before, you are prepared to do it however many times it takes to keep living and get to the end... But again, the entire text of ORV is challenging this idea of "necessary" traumas, and YSS is someone whose story reflects this in an interesting way.

Because YSS and YSG's 'tragedy' as told by ORV was probably quite preventable in real life. It was not really 'necessary' for so many people to be killed in the previous battle for YSS to win the battle at Myeongyang, but the bearing these aspects have on the power of his narrative? Would this story be told so many times over if YSS hadn't faced such adversity before the most told legend of the 12 ships under his command retaking the sea from 300 Japanese ships? YSS's eventual death at sea is retold over and over, while YSG who also died at sea during battle could have died any one of a few different ways without public consensus. It reminds me of that theme of little tragedies in ORV, the idea of a personal tragedy that will never reach the scale of a great story or narrative. Because narrative in some ways asks a tragedy to justify it's existence, to have a reason to be told so many times over, to fit to a certain model of what others want or expect. Like in real life we should be looking at the idiot king from YSS's time and thinking hey maybe you should just listen to people who know what they're talking about instead of having an ego about it, what an asshole, it's stupid that the government system gave him the power to do that shit, etc. But in the context of narrative, an idiot king is basically a setting, the innate nature of an uncaring and cruel world context is static and immovable, and the hero's interaction/relationship with that setting creates plot. "This is just the way things are, it's so realistic" type comments evoke this aspect of fiction that seeking radical joy in narrative fights against. Because in this narrative of war, young people are asked whether or not they will die following orders or live disobeying them, but the answer in LJH and NBR is that whether or not obeying the order to kill or resisting the order to kill will lead to certain death is completely dependent on the will of that setting the which narrative does not dare challenge.

So the aspect of war narrative adds onto this idea of systems/narratives/what we see as 'reality' having to be torn away to find the true heart of something. Because the reality of war reveals is that all death is senseless, tragedy is an impediment to happiness, not a requirement or precursor. Our sense of narrative merely gives the two a false relationship.

You can be happy without suffering, you can suffer without being happy, and you can be happy after suffering and suffering after being happy... Human life isn't always so simple as a one-way transition between winter and spring

Given name Jihye

智慧

Basically this word means wisdom, so you could interpret the whole name as like growing into wisdom or having to do with how YSS's quotations are repurposed as aphorisms or something, but like I said these characters are actually also used to translate the concept of 'prajna' in sinicized Buddhist texts. It also means wisdom/understanding/insight but there are like specific concepts that are supposed to be being Understood in the context of Buddhism u know. Basically: 1 nothing lasts forever (impermanence), 2 what causes suffering (I think usually Buddhists say the answer to that question is desire, idk), 3 the lack of self which Chinese translate 无我 (there's a huge split on what that means depending on the tradition) and sometimes also a secret 4th thing that's basically like nothing has inherent/meaning/form besides the illusions we construct of them (void).

The reason I find this Buddhism connection interesting is because I think that Buddhist philosophy (just in my experience of others trying to convert me/telling me why they prefer it not saying this is the case for everyone who prescribes to any branch) does this thing religions do where it tries to answer an impossible to solve problem that humans have but I don't necessarily agree with the solution. Like lots of religions are kind of based just in this reality that people dunno what being dead feels like when they are alive and are trying to predict it through the lense of their own societies, but Buddhism is kind of unique in that most of the branches with extended afterlife mythos develop like way later on and it doesn't immediately try to describe the creation of the world or assert any similar myth whose details are actually extremely related to the context of the society it was originally told in and hard to relate to outside of that worldview, Buddhism starts from the point of a guy who tried being rich and tried being poor and was like, I suffered doing both of those things. They both kind of sucked. Which I think is part of why Buddhism has such this huge spread across societies so early on in history because the silk road goes both ways but Buddhism caught on like a wildfire in East Asia and maybe part of that is that when your dynastic lineages and model of society goes back so fucking long it doesn't actually seem feasible to change your society as much as it seems to be able to remove yourself from the stresses existing in that society causes you.

So, 无常，苦，无我，空。 Society feels permanent, but there is no permanence. Bitterness exists because of this illusion of society. The concept of 'me' a symbol that represents my being to others is not actually a truly solid, unchangeable thing. To be void of the desires, concerns and stresses in the world you cannot change is 空 in the sense of void/lack of activity, but also in the sense of freedom. (Sn: I think I like the Chinese translations of the last term more than the English "void," because most English speakers will picture a dark space and feel trapped, but Kong makes me think 'do you have some free time?' which I think lines up more with the Buddhist idea of 'freeing yourself' than like the idea of you are confined to your mortal existence or w/e)

So in relation to the concept of narrative, this idea of 'wisdom' demonstrates that reaction of interaction with a horrible setting/worldly suffering/trauma/ etc. I think that because the lack of interaction/removal of self from the world is characterized as a philosophical enemy of ORV wherein 'caring about others and being happy with others does not always require suffering and even if it does keep trying to be Happy' and emphasizes the idea of the importance of individuality and identity and personhood, the name of 'understanding' in this sense is representing that LJH initially has a worldview KDJ has to fight against. Because her lack of participation in the scenario to avoid causing more suffering is like the first conflict between her and KDJ and he convinces her to fight to survive/keep on living/ interact with her suffering in a way that kinda contradicts from the idea of 'escaping the self' you know. Because at the core of ORV is that question of how do you go on living when you've done something horrible? In this sense, LJH's 智慧 is just another one of the stock responses to trauma Kim Dokja must react to in a sequence.

(Sn: once more on the concept of how narrative can justify something horrible, LSK's narrative redeeming herself in the eyes of the public vs the horrible truth she was trying to conceal. The idea that killing is acceptable in the scenarios but KDJ must conceal a past of murder outside of that space. The side characters shown to delight in horrible acts as soon as the setting/worldview has changed to expect it in them and reward them for it.)

I also think that ultimately Jihye represents the first introduction to the "reincarnator" solution to the ruined world that is later followed up by Nirvana and YSA, and KDJ's journey through that is kinda like a journey to the east instead of west where separating from narrative and your most important relationships and sense of self are the final boss.

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