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maimochies · 3 months
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💌 — 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄
₊˚⊹♡ in light of the recent success of the meetcute drabble with dr ratio, I've decided to open up an ask game for it where you have the chance to learn about your meetcute with your favorite hubbies!! you're welcome to enter more than once but character repeats are not allowed.
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send me one of your favorite blorbos from one of the following fandoms:
₊˚⊹♡ my hero academia
₊˚⊹♡ jujutsu kaisen
₊˚⊹♡ genshin impact
₊˚⊹♡ honkai star rail — veritas ratio.
₊˚⊹♡ love and deepspace
₊˚⊹♡ call of duty
₊˚⊹♡ haikyuu — osamu miya
₊˚⊹♡ attack on titan
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pudding-pompurin · 4 months
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I love yoo - Kousuke x reader
In which y/n meets Kousuke Hirahara while delivering files as a business partner, only to be sprayed with makeup remover.
Genre: Normal, platonic
Word count: 806
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of a bar, mentions of alcohol, "friendly" banter.
You walked through the large building of the Hirahara building, stopping when you saw the large plaque Kousuke Hirahara displayed on the large wooden door. 
"Excuse me?" You knocked. "I need to speak with Mister Hirahara about an urgent matter." 
After much silence, you were preparing to contact him through your phone until the door suddenly swung open while a large spray of mist met your face. 
"What the f- I mean, what is the meaning of this?" You quickly corrected yourself as you felt the liquid drip down your face. 
"For the last time, Meg, I don't want to go out with......" 
Through your blurred vision, you could see a man wearing a navy blue suit holding the door with a shocked expression on his face. 
"Oh, uhm.. I'm.." 
Without a second word, you speed walked toward the exit of the main building, not even looking up to see anyone. However, you didn't need to reach your car to know what your face must have looked like from the gasps and snickers following your every step. 
Opening the compass mirror, you saw mascara dripping down your chin while eyeliner blended and smudged with your delicately placed eyeshadow. 
"Fuck, who the hell was that bitch." You were literally on the verge of tears because of how ruined the eyeliner you spent hours upon hours irritating your skin looked. The number of times you almost stabbed your eye to make your eyeliner wings look at least decent became ruined due to whatever that prick had sprayed on your face. 
Being the daughter of another wealthy CEO made you need to constantly be aware of your language around other people, especially future business partners. Today, you had to deliver files required for a transaction between your family company and the Hirahara company. This was all going to be secured by a masquerade ball held by the Hirahara's to uphold a standing relationship between the two families, although, you knew it was just for the look and aesthetic. 
If there was now a choice between attending or not, your immediate decision would be to continue studying for the university entrance exams. 
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As it fell into the night, you carefully exited the large car your family showed off at formal events. The mask covering your face was adorned with tiny crystals on strips of lace. Sitting on top of everything was a small feather and flower, matching with the rest of your relatives.  
"Y/n." Your father's voice spoke lowly beside you. "Please watch your language tonight, as this is quite a formal event. I will allow you to go into the bars if it means you keep your mouth shut." 
Honestly, this seemed like a pretty fair deal to you, as many close calls from you on the verge of swearing had put you in hot waters. 
Small groups of other people in masks gathered around snack tables, which was where you immediately headed. 
Your eyes scanned the endless deserts as you immersed yourself in the bland conversations of others around you as you held tightly onto your plate. 
Spotting a slice of tiramisu, you reached to grab it from the table before someone handheld it from the opposite side. Looking up, you saw the same blue suit of the prick who had sprayed you with who knows what. 
"Excuse me?" You take a deep breath, deciding to let go of the incident. For now. "I was going to take that tiramisu." 
You say while tugging on the plate and maintaining direct eye contact with the rude ass guy.
"No, I believe I grabbed this tiramisu first. Kindly take your hands off." He retorted. 
Damn, the nerve of that guy was going to boil you in anger. 
You continued dragging the tiramisu closer to you until the sudden pull on his end caused it to crash onto the ground. 
"Are you serious-". You began to say before realizing that being seen in another situation such as this could lead to another rumor about the heir of Y/n company doing blah blah bullshit. 
So, without a second thought, you booked it out of there and upstairs into a bar. The immediate change in vibes was insane, with rap and disco lights shining weird reflections of color onto the glass wine bottles. 
"Can I just have an iced water?" You shouted over the blaring music. 
Sitting into the backless chairs, you released a sigh and rested your head on your hand. How can a single guy spoil so much in a person's day?
The second your water hit the table, you snatched it and walked into an empty balcony. Your hands were turning numb due to the cold air and the ice cooling your drink. You began to enjoy the peace of being outside without the perfect facade everyone put on. 
A/n: Please tell me If you would like a part two to this.
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7clubs · 7 months
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when the apocalypse is over i promise i'll watch you play 2010s games on the nintendo ds
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keistance · 5 months
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yjh, reading through the 19172 mentions of kdj being ugly: this is relevant for him to wake up and must stay in the final draft
yjh, reading through the 71628 mentions of kdj having no talent: this is relevant for him to wake up and must stay in the final draft
yjh, reading through the 8262828 mentions of kdj's kinks and his black flame dragon: ...this is relevant for him to wake up and must stay in the final draft
yjh, reading through one (1) wrong mention of a fighting technique: i cant possibly leave this be
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zaiisaii · 1 year
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VIRAL HIT
⋆ — offers .ᐟ ﹙hobin yoo﹚ .
warning:: gender neu. reader , sub character & nsfw .
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“i'll show you a faster way to get money.” is what you said to the shorter boy before what was going to happen.
hobin gasps loudly when your tongue meets his perky nipple. he takes a fistful of your hair as your teeth graze him.
he lets out a whine, "not there!"
you ignore him, taking his wrists away from you and pinning them above his head. the weaker boy couldn't even resist.
he's doing this for the money. the money, the money. he repeats over and over in his head.
who is he kidding. he'd never slut himself out for a couple of bucks...
maybe.
electricity shoots up his spine as your hand slips down his pants. he squirms, messing your sheets up in the process.
“i-it tickles..." hobin’s lips form a thin line. your lips move from his nipple and to his collarbone, leaving feather-like kisses all around his body.
he lets out quivering moans when your warm hand wraps around him, gently pumping his half-erect cock – he was small and it was so adorable, it would hurt him if he knew that's what you thought – before removing your hand entirely to push his shirt up.
it’s your shirt to be specific, it didn’t fit the smaller boy properly but it was comfortable.
he drops his head to your shoulder and his hips hump the air from the lost friction. you unbutton his pants and pull them down, he helps you out by wiggling out of them.
he shakes his pants out off his legs, panting and in a hurry.
his slender fingers grip onto his underwear and he drops them. you whisper small praises in his ears and he nibbles on his bottom lip.
pretty? him?
you think he's a good boy?
hobin presses his thighs together, as if that'll help his little problem.
fuck, has he always been this desperate for someones touch?
his hands run down his stomach, scratching at himself to hold back from playing with himself in front of you.
“hands to yourself.” you whisper in his ear, staring at the side of his face.
he’s squeezing his eyes shut, face flushed in a harsh red. what an adorable boy.
“it is on myse–” you pinched his tip earning a muffled yelp, he tries his best to shut his legs as he cries into your neck.
you practically have to force him to spread his legs. his socks nearly slipped off by the way he kicks and struggles under your hold. when you manage to succeed, he was left a sobbing mess.
you shush and caress his head, placing a kiss to the side of his head, you can smell the scent of your shampoo on him. "shh, i know it hurts doll, what can i do to make it up—"
hobin lets out a frustrated shout in between his heavy breaths, he only snuggles deeper into your neck to hide his face.
"just fucking touch me already!"
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starlitjasper · 9 months
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Alright, which one of you did this?
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melanchoise · 1 year
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I LOVE WOMEN!!!!
refernce imge :))
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kimsohn · 1 year
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hi hi !! can i request a karina imagine/drabble with a short girlfriend who she loves to tease a lot, with the quotes:
“you're really adorable, you know?”
“you're so obsessed with me, love”
home . karina x fem!reader (no specific pronouns) about . 620 words, fluff warnings . reader is shorter than karina!
it's been a whole three weeks since you've seen karina, and you're starting to go nuts without her.
being in the middle of comeback season means you see karina lesser than often. she comes home at ungodly times, and you're lucky if you can even feel her weight dip into the mattress as she passes out. but even if you wanted to make her schedule a little bit easier by giving her a nice massage or helping her wake up in the morning, she's gone before you can even open your eyes.
it's not her fault, and you know that. your texts are littered with apologies, ones she's probably sent in breaks of long hour practices and recordings, and the mere thought that she cares enough to send a message of her missing you in her hectic schedule is enough to warm your heart. she doesn't know that in reality, those words are enough for you.
it's why you're so hellbent on making a nice, home-cooked meal for her when she comes back from practice today. she's being let off early, and you'll finally be able to spend time together, time that's been missed these past few days. she deserves it more than anyone.
the only problem with this is, to put it simply, you're a little too short to reach the ingredients you need. the items you use daily are scattered between the lower shelves where you can obtain them easily, but karina is the one that likes to experiment with less common ingredients on the nights you both stay at home together. she's always teasing you for not being able to reach things you need, but it's okay since she's usually there to get them for you.
unfortunately, that isn't the case today, and the only thing you can do is stack two stools upon each other in order to grab the romano cheese at the top of the drawer. fettuccine alfredo has never been this physically challenging, but you think it'll be worth it when karina lights up at the taste.
"aww, my baby is so tiny. you're really adorable, you know?"
the voice startles you, and suddenly you feel the two stools toppling under you as you fall off the edge. luckily, it's not too high of a distance and the kitchen mat is plush enough to cushion your fall, but the impact is still painful enough to make you groan.
"oh my god, i'm so sorry are you okay?" you hear as you're lifted up, familiar hands feeling your waist to see if you've bruised yourself heavily.
"karina? why are you home early?"
you have to tilt your head up to see her concerned eyes, and even in her worried state, she manages to look beautiful.
"we finished recording early and i wanted to surprise you. but enough about me, are you hurt? do you need an ice pack? why were you even on two stools?"
"i'm fine, just a little sore. and i was trying to get the romano cheese at the top of the drawer since you like fettuccine alfredo."
the concerned look on her face shifts into one of amusement.
"you're so obsessed with me, love."
"hey!" you protest, hitting her shoulder, "i just wanted to be nice and make you dinner since you've been working hard."
"and you could've made any meal. but my little midget girlfriend decided to make my favorite pasta as a reward, huh?"
she tucks you into a hug, not even letting you respond as you're squished against her chest. her fingers find the tips of your hair to play with, and you breathe in the familiar scent of her warmth.
and finally, you feel at home.
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seraphiism · 1 year
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𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟
( IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY ; IT STARTS WITH A LAMB & ENDS WITH THE MURDER OF THE PERSON YOU SHOULD LOVE THE MOST )
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chara : yoo joonghyuk fandom : omniscient reader's viewpoint quote cr : josé saramago
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THE FOOL is seldom cruel, boy wonder born with a heart of gold. it blooms in the presence of another, seeks comfort & courage in the knowing of the absence of loneliness. THE FOOL is not meant for suffering, tragedy entailed and venom sinking into remnants of his story turned tale after tale, and in the reckoning, THE FOOL LAYS TO REST, BURIES HIMSELF IN THE BLOOD OF VENGEANCE AND BEYOND.
THE FOOL is seldom cruel , his first being, first existence , so innocent and so terribly human, but he dies and dies and dies and dies until the story is no more, until he is no more, until he is caught in the madness and succumbs to a fate repeated.
THE FOOL IS YOO JOONGHYUK / THE FOOL IS YOUR LOVER / THE FOOL IS YOUR BEGINNING AND ENDING.
he is your beginning and ending because this is all you know, this one and only lifetime ( but you have lived thousands, caught in the cycle of death, and NEITHER LOVE NOR VIOLENCE CAN SAVE YOU NOW ).
yet there is something so horrifying and tender in the aching that lines the red strings wrapped around your throats , the push and pull / ebb and flow that binds you together. you do not think there is love in your heart, the knife a horror in the beating mess that keeps you alive, and wretched is the way he twists it so, hands scarred and calloused with pointless efforts in survival.
no, there is not love in your heart, because how can you love someone you have known for so little of your life?
( but you know him, know every version of him, know the life in which you fell in love, the life in which you were happy together, the life in which he held you as you died in his arms, unable to fall witness to the grief that he continues to carry to this day. )
no, there is not love in your heart, but your hand instinctively covers it the moment you meet, and you do not know if it is in protection from the end or what once was.
so you stand before each other, his hand on his sword, yours on your heart, and how wildly they beat in harmony.
"yoo joonghyuk," you say, and to hear you call for him is both a blessing and curse, heaven and hell intertwined in the quiet adoration that lingers in your voice, "we have known each other before this, haven't we?"
yes, is what he wishes to say : we were something before, you and i.
you want to imagine that flicker of agony and reluctance on his countenance. you want to imagine it, know it to be untrue, but there is so much pain in his eyes and you are one of the many sources of it.
he remains silent, knows there is no happy ending in this cycle. this will be the one where he survives, seeks the epilogue he was always meant to have.
this will be the regression where he lives, but it will not be the regression he wants.
( his fist clenches. he will draw his sword soon. your heart beats faster. soon, it will not beat at all. )
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creativename87 · 1 year
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EPILOGUE SPOILERS (ORV)
It always struck me as kinda odd how Kim Dokja just immediately fell in love with WoS. Like if I had just attempted game-over and was going to find a story, sure I would be emotionally vulnerable, but I wouldn't just latch onto the first story I found. Especially if it was poorly written.
So that got me thinking, besides that moment of vulnerability, what really got Kim Dokja attached to WoS? What made him wake up the next day and keep reading? What resonated with him the most about that story?
And sure, the answer is Yoo Joonghyuk, but it isn't that simple.
Okay hear me out, you've just attempted to commit game-over. It didn't work. You're struggling with intense emotions, it could even feel like you've just died and were reborn. But it doesn't feel like that to you. You feel lonely and scared and honestly? Like a pathetic coward who can't do anything right.
You open up a web novel platform and the first one you find is a story about a man. He, kinda like you, died but was... not really reborn, but given a second chance to live. And instead of seeing this as a curse, it is a blessing to him. The ability to keep redoing this world until he can save everyone. He'll, no matter what, keep getting back up and keep fighting.
And it's that connection between Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk that saved him. If Yoo Joonghyuk can keep living, he can too. If Yoo Joonghyuk continues to fight, so will Kim Dokja.
And idk man, that's kinda beautiful
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ilovemyblanket · 2 years
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KDJ: Wait, we are dating??
YJH: Yes, KDJ. We’ve literally just cuddled and I even kiss you good night every single day.
KDJ: . . .
KDJ: I thought that’s what homies do?
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iicomet · 9 months
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(yoo iseol & reader)
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  The first time she saw them, she thought that she had met a deity that had graced the land with their heavenly presence underneath a full moon. The way they danced as the soles of their shoes touched the base of water, producing rings of ripples on the mirror-like surface; a sword in their hand as they moved to their own rhythm, an orchestra of the night performing a grand stage for them and them only.
  Yet what surprised her the most were not the serene look on their face or the way their moves seemed oh so familiar and foreign at the same time, but it was the freezing temperature that surrounded the stranger who was unphased by the unnaturality of it. Despite it being early-summer, a time where the coldness of winter has long disappeared and is replaced with steaming air, Yoo Iseol could see frozen ice on the surface of the water. She wondered if the faint scent of plum blossoms were the stranger’s doing as well.
  As the stranger took another step and executed another strike with their sword, Iseol finds herself mesmerized by the way they performed. The technique was something she was unfamiliar with, even though there was resemblance to the teachings from her sect. It wasn’t the Plum Blossom Sword technique, she was sure of it, but there was something that drew her into the style of the stranger’s swordsmanship. The coldness of each strike felt harsh and unwavering, but it was beautiful and smooth at the same time, a sense of professionalism and great care towards the art could be felt with every move.
  Before she even knew it, she was encaptured in the stranger’s web, unable to move as if she was frozen on the spot. When she finally broke free from her dazed trance, the stranger was long gone, leaving behind the melting flakes of snow and a subtle scent of flowers. There were so many questions in her head, all of it surrounding the mysteries of the stranger, but she pushed it aside, opting to focus on her training for the night— It was what she came here for, after all.
  Perhaps when the time is right and she meets them again, she will ask them to perform that sword technique again.
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magicbratt · 1 year
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WHY DOES NO ONE LIKE HOBIN YOO?
he's literally the main character and he has the least fanfics of his fandom </3, taehoon taking all the spotlight
im so in love with yoo hobin
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overseer-of-all-fates · 10 months
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[ꉔꄲꂵꉣꋬꋊ꒐ꄲꋊꇙ]
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(Kicks door down) DID SOMEBODY SAY ORV
(got inspired by all the fanart showing up on my pin page so I drew my first ever fanart of the power duo)
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the-archxr · 2 years
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What kind of music do you think the Moonboys listen to? 🤔
This is a really good question!!
I feel like I kinda already touch on that with the playlists I’ve made for both Marc and Steven (I haven’t made one for Jake yet). But, those playlists are also a mix of songs that I personally associate with them and not necessarily what I think they’d listen to.
So to be specific…
STEVEN - Other than ABBA (Chiquitita, One of Us and Slipping Through My Fingers are his favourite, you can’t convince me otherwise), I think Steven listens to softer-ish music?? Like he DEFINITELY cries to Mitski when he’s just super fucking overwhelmed (especially First Love/Late Spring, and I Bet on Losing Dogs). But he also listens to old French music when he’s content. Though he only listens to them on records. As a record collector myself, I like to think I can pick people out who vibe with a record player, and he’s one of them.
MARC - NOW. Marc is a lil’ different. I definitely think Marc is the type of person to like a little bit of everything?? Like he has, at least, one favourite song from each genre. Which makes him super fun to listen to car radio’s with, because he won’t be opposed to any station you put on. BUT, he definitely has his preferences. And one of his guilty pleasures is Nirvana. Music is incredibly powerful, and so I feel that after the abuse from his mom started, he would’ve turned to an outlet (other than Steven). So of course pre-teen/teenager Marc is going to turn to the most angsty shit there is. Thus…Nirvana. At the time, he would say Smells Like Teen Spirit is his favourite (because what person doesn’t say that at some point in their lives). But now, he would say that he always loved Heart-Shaped Box. (He also definitely would’ve gone to a friends house to watch Unplugged in New York, because his mom probably would never let him have the tv. I take no criticism.)
JAKE - so Jake is a little trickier, just because we saw so little of him. (I wanna say he would like any sort of Spanish music, but I think that’s kinda typical??) Strangely though, I think he’d honestly be into Lionel Richie (All Night Long and Endless Love, to be exact), and possibly even 70s disco? Idk I could just be projecting entirely, but I feel like he secretly listens to Donna Summer in the safety of his limo. And if that’s the case, Last Dance is one thousand percent his favourite. Now, I also believe that Jake is the type to make a playlist specifically for sexy time. Both of you have given your own input, songs that each of you like that help get ya in the mood. The things like nearly 10 hours long, and a lot of it is just The Weeknd, Doja Cat, etc. (you put Let’s Get it On in there as a joke, but Jake’s adopted it as “the warmup song”). THOUGH I WILL SAY, CLOSER BY NINE INCH NAILS IS ON THAT FUCKING PLAYLIST TOO AND ITS BOTH OF YOUR GUYS’ FAVOURITE FOR OBVIOUS REASONS.
✨the-archxr thoughts✨
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mae-i-scribble · 2 years
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Random thoughts about the orv epilogue pt 2/???
This time: how stories have the power to heal
But wait, isn’t literally all of orv about how stories are necessary for people down to the point of people literally having story packs inserted into them as medical treatment? Why the hell are you talking about it in reference to the epilogues? While it may be true that from kdj’s introduction as the sole reader of twsa the idea of stories necessity to humanity was being discussed by the narrative, very little is actually done to show the sort of progressive healing power of stories that the epilogues highlight. Twsa undoubtedly saved kdj, it gave him the strength to get up day after day, to keep pushing forward. When his life had no meaning, it was what gave his life that purpose. However by doing so, it is not helping him to heal, only to move forward. Kdj’s use of twsa to cope with his life is only that: a way to cope. It’s incredibly effective and meaningful, but is balm on a wound that will keep festering, because what kdj truly needs to heal is years of support and love from the people around him, along with a shit load of therapy but I digress.
In much the same way, stories are shown to be the fuel and lifeblood of the star stream’s main inhabitants: the constellations. Far from heal or improve the constellation’s lives however, a constant drive for new, interesting, and thrilling stories is equivalent to an affliction. Stories are seen as sustenance, a source of power, something to be watched and consumed secondhandedly, and are desired with an intensity that mirrors addiction. Of course, this does not hold true for every constellation, but it is true that all our bound by this system to keep pursuing more and more stories, whether they want to or not.
Addressing the mechanical incorporation of the stories’ healing effects; yes, it is a blatantly obvious way to show said theme. However, I would argue that it falls much more in line with the idea of stories being necessary for survival and not so much stories can heal. It is a minor but effective distinction.
So, the type of healing I refer to when I say the epilogues discuss how stories help people to heal is the emotional journey kimcom goes through as they struggle to come to terms with the loss of kdj. After failing to get him back after the group regression, the entire group goes their separate ways. Being together hurts them too much so they force themselves to drift apart. That is, until Sooyoung reveals the story she’s writing. Sooyoung, the author who couldn’t put a word down to paper after the trauma of what happened, had started to write her first story since then. It’s the story meant for her first ever reader, but it’s also meant for her, and in turn becomes something written not only to try and bring Dokja back, but for the sake of their entire group. She writes the story she wants to show to kdj the most, the story of his life as she knows it. She excuses it by saying it’s just in case kdj wakes up, which is logically such a flimsy argument that it becomes obvious that writing the was for her personal benefit. But as she shows the rest of the company that story, one by one they’re all sucked in, remembering the person they loved and for the first time, not retreating into silence, as they had moments before reading the story. There is pain, there is hurt, but more than all of that, there is remembrance and there is love. More than just kdj, the group is able to reminisce on their times during the scenarios with that same fondness, an idea they couldn’t fathom before. While one could argue that the ensuing manuscript is part of Sooyoung’s plan to try to bring back kdj, she states herself that this plan is practically impossible, the hurdles for it to succeed are too large. The rest of the kimcom expresses the same, saying they’re tired of hoping. But when Sooyoung asks them to help so that she can use to say goodbye to the past once and for all, everyone pitches in. After years spent apart, meetings spent tip toeing around anything that reminded them of kdj, kimcom is really and truly back together. That is because of this story. Only by writing about kdj and experiencing what others have to say about him are they each able to truly begin healing from his loss. Not alone, but together, not just by examining their own memories of him, but by telling those memories to another as a story. They even start demanding side stories, to tell their own experiences through the same medium because of the joy it has brought them to watch kdj’s story blossom. This is what it means to have a story heal a person. They are not simply surviving off of it, but are growing and steadying themselves to one day walk past it. This story is one of closure, of new beginnings. Whether it brings back kdj or not, it will let his companions finally move forward with their lives.
(A small little note bc im emo after rereading, all this unfortunately does not pertain to yjh, who was probably never going to be able to adjust to a world without kdj, even if he had told his side of the story with the others and sent it on its way. He’s literally ready to die trying to deliver this story to kdj. Sure, he wants nothing more then for it to reach the man, but if he dies he knows he will always be a point of hope to the people he left behind, and that’s okay, because he thinks that if his life is enough to save a handful of people, then it will have been worth it)
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