CHAPTER 1 START
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Kim Rok Soo slowly opened his eyes. He could see a woman, her hair pulled tightly into a neat bun, she had intelligent, slightly slanted, eyes. She looked like a Nobel, her state of dress obviously foreign from South Korea. She stared down at him with a somewhat somber expression, but thinly masked with a stoicism more suited for his own face than on hers. Exhausted but still put together.
"..The fuck?"
He tried to say but his small mouth only managed to form a small;
"mm-muh?"
A small cry gently tore through the room's previous silence, slightly startling the woman who leaned over him as she easily lifted him into her arms and gently cradled him.
"Shhhhh, it's alright darling, you are with Mother, and Mother will keep you safe always."
Her voice was soft but strong. And filled with so much love.
Kim Roksoo quickly averted his eyes to analyze the room as much as possible in this tiny form. (Why was it tiny?) It was obvious that this place wasn't his room and he didn't know who this woman -gently carrying him- was.
He felt warm tears streak down his face. 'what?' Kim Roksoo doesn't cry. He simply does not. Kim Roksoo is present. In every sense of the word. He is always at ready. Always prepared to handle a monster attack. Always prepared to keep his -family co-workers from death's cold -warm- embrace.
They hate him for it. He knows -does he really..?- they hate him for it. For never smiling. For never being good enough. But he couldn't care less, so long as he wouldn't have to see someone die again. -but, oh, he cares /so/ much that it hurts..-
Why is this woman looking at him like he has just given her black and white world color? Like -warm, kind, loving eyes stare down at him, they feel like a mother's embrace-
Kim Roksoo can't deal with this. He can't. So as a Kim Roksoo does, or more accurately, as a newborn child does, he closed his eyes and compartmentalized all these new problems in a special tiny, tiny box. Labeled 'To be Dealt With Never', and squashed it into a pile with all the other boxes. And he slept.
He doesn't have to deal with this when he's sleeping. So, 잘 자요.
(AN KRS refuses to deal with this 😅
The korean basically means 'goodnight' btw.)
END CHAPTER 1
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