[ i got a 1 so that means joonghyuk doesn't even get a fish to reel in... sad panda. Instead, he tries to steal the one Dokja wants?? But the fish leaves.
[ Were he capable of having two hands to reel it in, he might feel the need to be smug about it. But Joonghyuk is left to help him (even if in the sore loser manner.)
Once the fish is successfully reeled in, he does preen himself a bit. At least Jin is puffed up with her head held high. Yes. ]
[ Your thoughts start to travel. It starts to drift. Everything was so difficult growing up. After all, when you were a child... things weren't good for you growing up.
When you blink, you're peering up at your mother, hiding slightly behind her as you tremble... as you shake. You're afraid. Looking at her, you can see the ever daily bruises marking her skin, and yet she still protects you, especially when you sport the same kind of bruises. Across from you both is y̶̦̻̐͒̍͐̄̅o̸̧̯̥̊̂̿̓̄͊̑̾ṵ̴̧̪̹̱͕̖̘̠̳͓̥̿͌̇͐̇̂̂́̊̀̒̂̕͠r̷̡̧͔̮̳̹̪̫̓͆͋̒̀͌̕͝ ̷̨̖̻͈̜̓̍ͅf̸̧̢̫̪̭̟͈̲̃̋a̶̙͔͓̞͚̳̦̱͜͝ţ̷̫̝̩̬̮̼̬̻̺͛̆̌̐̓̾̓̀͋̕h̵̛̝̺̰͕̱͚͓̠̠̓͛̈́̒̀̎͊̕ȩ̵̧̝͎͙͍̯̲̖͆r̶͚̖̬̝͎͚͚̺̠̄̐̀͆͌͊̉̓̎̐̒̀̇͝.
It's hard to make out his face, you're afraid, you're afraid, it's another bad day. It's an endless cycle, even if she tries to take the brunt of it... you can feel yourself slipping away. You need to stop this.
Someone like that doesn't deserve to live.
You both can't keep living like this. You have to.... you have to-
Your thoughts are a mess. You can't think. Everything happens so fast as if someone fast-forwarded your life just a bit- what's going on? Where are you?
Your mother is kneeling in front of you, face full of worry and she's trying to keep you steady. ]
Don't worry, Dokja-ya. I'll protect you.
[ Blood. There's blood. Some of it is on her, but not as much as you. You're covered in it. You're only a child, but you had to. Behind her, someone is laying there, a pool of blood beneath him. You know it's y̶̦̻̐͒̍͐̄̅o̸̧̯̥̊̂̿̓̄͊̑̾ṵ̴̧̪̹̱͕̖̘̠̳͓̥̿͌̇͐̇̂̂́̊̀̒̂̕͠r̷̡̧͔̮̳̹̪̫̓͆͋̒̀͌̕͝ ̷̨̖̻͈̜̓̍ͅf̸̧̢̫̪̭̟͈̲̃̋a̶̙͔͓̞͚̳̦̱͜͝ţ̷̫̝̩̬̮̼̬̻̺͛̆̌̐̓̾̓̀͋̕h̵̛̝̺̰͕̱͚͓̠̠̓͛̈́̒̀̎͊̕ȩ̵̧̝͎͙͍̯̲̖͆r̶͚̖̬̝͎͚͚̺̠̄̐̀͆͌͊̉̓̎̐̒̀̇͝.
There's panic in your chest, your heart racing so rapidly. You can't breathe, your mother holds your face and asks you to focus on her. You don't hear it, but she tries to steady you. ]
Give me the knife.
[ The light gleams off the blade in your small hands, bloodied and there's red everywhere and your mother just asks you to trust her, that everything will be okay.
Everything goes black. And the memory starts to fade as if it's being locked away, becoming fuzzy until you don't remember it anymore.
It's almost as if whatever happened.. didn't.
For some reason, all you remember is your mother being taken away.
You can hear your relatives talking; your mother is a murderer. How dare she slip her face into the newspapers?
There was a book about it. How she murdered your father.
Day and day again, news reporters hound, is the essay true? Did she really kill him? They ask again. And again.
Classmates would spit at you, they would kick you when you're down, and hurt you, but words you find hurt more; your mother made money by murdering. You're the son of a murderer.
You could bear to be the child of a murderer. However, it is different to be sold as a story. It is a different matter when your life was turned into money by someone.
You hated her for it. Should you forgive her?
And yet, it's as if you're remembering.
She didn't do it though. You know who did it. You forgot, shoved the memory so far away you forgot the truth.
But not her.
A mother will protect her child, no matter what.
Your eyes close again, and now you don't know what to feel anymore. ]
[ And immediately, Dokja is throwing up from the overwhelming emotions spinning in his head as he falls onto his knees and one hand that barely catches him from falling face first.
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[ He remembers that time when they were fighting for the Absolute Throne. ]
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[ To think Joonghyuk was out of commission even sometime after that. ]
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[ Joonghyuk feels obvious. ]
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[ Yeah. ]
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[ YEAH? ]
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[ Squinting at the waters. ]
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[ And to add: ]
I will catch something before you do.
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[ Jin yawns loudly. ]
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[ how is this a fact ]
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[ stupid. ]
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[ There's a silence as their emotional connection vibrates with some doubt. Some curiosity? ]
... Unless you do?
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[ And in that moment, he gets a fish!
...But because I rolled a 5, the line snaps and the fish is gone. ]
...Shit.
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Ugh. Angy. ]
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..and then i rolled a 1 too. lmao. huh???? Apparently, all the fish are spooked and nothing bites after Dokja repairs his line. ]
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I will have to see what I roll next, but Joonghyuk looks smug? And Dokja can feel it. ]
You have to be careful where and how you cast your line.
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[ Smug bastard. Anyways, I also rolled a 12 which means some fish are also gathering around Dokja's line. Looking good so far.
Now, who will be able to reel in first? ]
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So he eyes Dokja’s line to see. ]
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..It's a bit harder with one arm. ]
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The emotions are ugh. Stupid. Also sore loser vibes. ]
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Once the fish is successfully reeled in, he does preen himself a bit. At least Jin is puffed up with her head held high. Yes. ]
Well, there's one.
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AS IF DOKJA CAN'T COUNT: ]
We are two people.
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Yeah, and?
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[ Suddenly it is his responsibility? Because he's the lucky one? ]
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[ Dokja shoots him a look, setting their freshly caught fish away and moving to try and replace his bait.
However, here comes bad timing. In his attempt does he accidentally step on some glass that was hidden. And to be expected, the music starts.
[ Your thoughts start to travel. It starts to drift. Everything was so difficult growing up. After all, when you were a child... things weren't good for you growing up.
When you blink, you're peering up at your mother, hiding slightly behind her as you tremble... as you shake. You're afraid. Looking at her, you can see the ever daily bruises marking her skin, and yet she still protects you, especially when you sport the same kind of bruises. Across from you both is y̶̦̻̐͒̍͐̄̅o̸̧̯̥̊̂̿̓̄͊̑̾ṵ̴̧̪̹̱͕̖̘̠̳͓̥̿͌̇͐̇̂̂́̊̀̒̂̕͠r̷̡̧͔̮̳̹̪̫̓͆͋̒̀͌̕͝ ̷̨̖̻͈̜̓̍ͅf̸̧̢̫̪̭̟͈̲̃̋a̶̙͔͓̞͚̳̦̱͜͝ţ̷̫̝̩̬̮̼̬̻̺͛̆̌̐̓̾̓̀͋̕h̵̛̝̺̰͕̱͚͓̠̠̓͛̈́̒̀̎͊̕ȩ̵̧̝͎͙͍̯̲̖͆r̶͚̖̬̝͎͚͚̺̠̄̐̀͆͌͊̉̓̎̐̒̀̇͝.
It's hard to make out his face, you're afraid, you're afraid, it's another bad day. It's an endless cycle, even if she tries to take the brunt of it... you can feel yourself slipping away. You need to stop this.
Someone like that doesn't deserve to live.
You both can't keep living like this. You have to.... you have to-
Your thoughts are a mess. You can't think. Everything happens so fast as if someone fast-forwarded your life just a bit- what's going on? Where are you?
Your mother is kneeling in front of you, face full of worry and she's trying to keep you steady. ]
Don't worry, Dokja-ya. I'll protect you.
[ Blood. There's blood. Some of it is on her, but not as much as you. You're covered in it. You're only a child, but you had to. Behind her, someone is laying there, a pool of blood beneath him. You know it's y̶̦̻̐͒̍͐̄̅o̸̧̯̥̊̂̿̓̄͊̑̾ṵ̴̧̪̹̱͕̖̘̠̳͓̥̿͌̇͐̇̂̂́̊̀̒̂̕͠r̷̡̧͔̮̳̹̪̫̓͆͋̒̀͌̕͝ ̷̨̖̻͈̜̓̍ͅf̸̧̢̫̪̭̟͈̲̃̋a̶̙͔͓̞͚̳̦̱͜͝ţ̷̫̝̩̬̮̼̬̻̺͛̆̌̐̓̾̓̀͋̕h̵̛̝̺̰͕̱͚͓̠̠̓͛̈́̒̀̎͊̕ȩ̵̧̝͎͙͍̯̲̖͆r̶͚̖̬̝͎͚͚̺̠̄̐̀͆͌͊̉̓̎̐̒̀̇͝.
There's panic in your chest, your heart racing so rapidly. You can't breathe, your mother holds your face and asks you to focus on her. You don't hear it, but she tries to steady you. ]
Give me the knife.
[ The light gleams off the blade in your small hands, bloodied and there's red everywhere and your mother just asks you to trust her, that everything will be okay.
Everything goes black. And the memory starts to fade as if it's being locked away, becoming fuzzy until you don't remember it anymore.
It's almost as if whatever happened.. didn't.
For some reason, all you remember is your mother being taken away.
You can hear your relatives talking; your mother is a murderer. How dare she slip her face into the newspapers?
There was a book about it. How she murdered your father.
Day and day again, news reporters hound, is the essay true? Did she really kill him? They ask again. And again.
Classmates would spit at you, they would kick you when you're down, and hurt you, but words you find hurt more; your mother made money by murdering. You're the son of a murderer.
You could bear to be the child of a murderer. However, it is different to be sold as a story. It is a different matter when your life was turned into money by someone.
You hated her for it. Should you forgive her?
And yet, it's as if you're remembering.
She didn't do it though. You know who did it. You forgot, shoved the memory so far away you forgot the truth.
But not her.
A mother will protect her child, no matter what.
Your eyes close again, and now you don't know what to feel anymore. ]
[ And immediately, Dokja is throwing up from the overwhelming emotions spinning in his head as he falls onto his knees and one hand that barely catches him from falling face first.
Ugh. ]
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Oh, oh, no. Joonghyuk, again, is quick to support him... Though in this situation, he can only kneel down next to him with a hand on his back. ]
Kim Dokja. Breathe.
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