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inkstaindusk · 5 months

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OHOHO PROMPTS LIST how about 3, 5, 12, 14, or 22 with any combination of dok/sang/soo?

You know if you give me options I’ll default to doksang 14. “It’s a long story.” “You conned me into thinking you were dead for eleven months. I have time.” send me prompts!

Kim Dokja does not have many regrets about what he chose to do with his life, or its (fake) ending. Considering the way things had been going for him, he thought it was pretty logical. There was no one he was particularly close to who he thought would be affected for very long, save for perhaps his mother.

Which, in hindsight, was his first mistake.

He does not know how and he’s a little afraid to find out, but somehow, his mother not only managed to get out of prison but also met the only coworker who liked him. And now, here he is, sitting in his little one-bedroom apartment under a fake name with said former coworker while his mother is out grocery shopping.

Kim Dokja does not have many regrets, and he still doesn’t, but it’s hard to feel proud of his decision when Yoo Sangah is smiling serenely at him in a way that has him feeling faintly threatened.

“Your mother is a wonderful woman,” Yoo Sangah says conversationally.

“That… is not something most people say about my mother,” Kim Dokja responds carefully.

“Well, we had plenty of time to talk while we were looking for you. It’s kind of her to give us time to catch up like this too.” Yoo Sangah takes a sip of her tea. Kim Dokja can think of many men who would have been crying with envy at seeing her sipping tea alone in his apartment. “So,” she continues, “why don’t you tell me what you’ve been up to, Dokja-ssi?”

“It’s a long story.”

Yoo Sangah’s smile widens, baring her teeth. “You conned me into thinking you were dead for eleven months. I have time.”

The last time he checked—a mere few weeks ago, as a matter of fact—she still had a well-paying job five cities away. How did she get the time off for this? How did she even find him?

Kim Dokja sighs. There are very few people who can win against a stubborn Yoo Sangah, and he has only ever managed it some of the time. This is not one of those times. “It was the best option for me,” he tells her. “I needed to start completely clean. Han Sooyoung owed me a favor—”

“You told Han Sooyoung?” Yoo Sangah’s expression breaks. Kim Dokja grimaces. “She knew where you were the whole time?”

“Not… exactly. She helped me with the process, got me new documents and everything, but we’re not in regular contact. She doesn’t know I’m in this city.” Probably. She hasn’t shown up to harass him yet.

Yoo Sangah still doesn’t look happy. “Why didn’t you tell me? Or even your mother? I would have helped too.”

So maybe Kim Dokja was wrong. Maybe someone would care. But he doesn’t want to tell her that he didn’t think it would matter. They talked sometimes, sure; he liked her and she seemed to enjoy his company enough to invite him out every so often, but he thought that was because he was a deterrent. It hadn’t taken very long to discover that she found everyone else in the company barely tolerable.

Regardless, they were still incompatible. She was like a female lead—beautiful, intelligent, admired. Kim Dokja was better as a reader. He was fine so long as he could watch her succeed. It’s hard to believe he had any significance to her story.

“My mother is complicated,” Kim Dokja says.

Yoo Sangah purses her lips. “Well… I can certainly understand why. But, Dokja-ssi, do you know how it felt to come to work and suddenly you were dead? There wasn’t—no one even—” She squeezes her eyes shut and takes a deep breath. Her shaking hands set her teacup delicately onto the table. “It hurt, Dokja-ssi. I missed you very much.”

“You missed me?”

“Of course I missed you. You were—are my friend. I like you. I missed talking to you. I kept wanting to show you books I thought you would like, and lunch was so quiet without you. Do you remember when I said we should have a picnic someday? I looked outside once and I thought… I thought, Oh, I don’t even know what foods he would have brought.” Her eyes start to fill with tears before she buries her face in her palms. Kim Dokja is frozen. He can’t do anything but watch as she begins to cry right in front of him. “I wanted to go on that picnic with you so much.”

Kim Dokja does remember that conversation. He wasn’t in any position to tell her no, so he had agreed and she had smiled so joyously at him he found himself tongue-tied. That same evening, he had started thinking about learning how to cook. Then there was a big project the next day and someone was out for vengeance and he never thought about it again. Until now.

He knows how to cook a little bit now.

“Sangah-ssi…” he murmurs, unsure of what to say. He’s not good at apologies—not ones that he has to mean.

She lifts her head from her hands to look at him, eyes red and puffy but still piercing, cheeks stained wet with tears. “You can’t leave like that again, okay? You can’t. I won’t let you.”

Kim Dokja stares. He wasn’t thinking about leaving again. He did what he had to do. His mother and Yoo Sangah were unexpected, but despite everything, he knows they wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize his current life. He trusts them.

And he doesn’t like seeing Yoo Sangah cry.

Kim Dokja swallows. “I’m not going anywhere anymore.”

#dont sweat the details just think about doksang being in love ok <3 #idk what happened i meant to keep this funny #orv #omniscient reader #doksang #kim dokja #yoo sangah #anya tries to write #orvlb #drabbles #prompt answers #asks #devi

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your--isgayrights · 3 years

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3, 5, 17, 34 :?

3. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

Oooh hmm... Its hard to compare stuff I’ve written to other people’s writing, but I guess that the things I try to add to my writing that I wish there was more of is like, an emphasis on the relationships between characters more than plot developments, and weighing out the sort of long term emotional consequences of certain life events. I try to write every scene that I do with a specific purpose, and I have this specific feeling in mind while writing that I want to make sure is communicated to the reader so that they can understand it. Another big thing when I’m writing fic, mostly, is that I always want the reader to remember that they know who these characters are. There are a lot of AU fics that I’ve read where I’m just like... this is a great story, but I wonder why the author didn’t just use original characters, since it doesn’t really remind me of the original work. So I guess I think a significant feature of my fics is playing off the original text in a specific way?

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

Ahhh, I’m the type who sees the flaws in older works rather clearly... I’d say that I’m rather proud of the first fic that I ever finished mostly because I just managed to finish it. It was only eight chapters long and I don’t think I like the writers craft much now, but if I think about it I think that I was putting something really genuine into it while writing that I’m proud that I managed to get out. Although, I have to say that I’m pretty proud of the direction that “and at the very least, the wall will change.” is going, even if its still a WIP. There’s some sections of it that I really want people to see, but I need to put in the build up first for it to properly make sense.

17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

Hmm... Well, there’s some obvious ones like the fact that I’m not really an nsfw writer or someone who does like trauma p*rn or gore or things like that. But I think a more fun answer is that I’m never going to write a love at first sight kind of fic. I’m kind of a big slowburn guy, and I really like writing relationships between people who have long, complicated histories with one another. I also don’t really know what it feels like to look at someone and feel attracted to them romantically right away, so its not something I would ever write about.

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

Under the cut because I picked a long one!

“Won't you be mad with me, though?” Shin Yoosung hid her face against his leg as she asked him this sad question in that very small voice of hers. “For making you take care of Biyoo on your own…”

…

It… it was an odd moment, because Kim Dokja had the realization that if he had known she was someone who knew Yoo Jonghyuk, he probably would have never spoken to the little girl who seemed so concerned over him now at all.

And he had been so preoccupied about this problem that only affected him that he hadn’t noticed that this kind girl was feeling so down on herself just now… truly he was a person who was far too self-concerned.

Kim Dokja extracted his leg from this young girl whose sense of responsibility was so admirable. She let him go with little resistance, seemingly not surprised by the action. The girl continued to hide her face by staring down at the ground.

He then crouched down so that he could meet Shin Yoosung’s eyes, putting his hand on her shoulder as he did.

“Of course I’m not mad at you, Yoosung-ah.” He reassured her in the warmest voice he could manage. “After all, how can I really claim to be the only one taking care of Biyoo, when you’ve already helped me so much.”

He gently brushed some of her hair aside, so that her eyes, which had become slightly wet at this point, could meet his own.

“You saved Biyoo’s life when you took her in from the snow.” He wanted to make sure that this was something that Shin Yoosung completely understood. “She would have died if you hadn’t rescued her, you know that?”

The young girl who was not quite yet crying wiped her face a little. “I-I know that.” She said the right words, but in a voice that made Kim Dokja believe she didn’t quite understand the significance of them.

“And, you know,” Kim Dokja went on, “If I had been the one to find Biyoo in the snow, I wouldn’t have known what to do at all. It’s because you know so much about animals, and care so much about them, that you were able to save her life, and tell me all of the important instructions on how to properly take care of her. So every time I remember those words that you gave to me, and use them to properly take care of Biyoo, that’s you saving her life again, alright?”

“A-alright…” Shin Yoosung sniffled a bit, but nodded her head.

Kim Dokja cursed himself a bit, thinking that all the odd things he had suddenly started to say had made Shin Yoosung a little more emotional.

“So you’ve done enough.” He summarized what he had wanted to say to her. “You can just go enjoy your dinner now, and not feel so guilty about it, okay?”

“O-okay.” Shin Yoosung nodded once more, this time more vigorously. As if she really believed him.

Good. He patted the girl once more on the top of her head, before standing back up.

I don’t know if this came across in text because no one really commented on it, but this scene of KDJ comforting SYS was really important to me, one of the most important scenes in the chapter. It sort of mirrors this feeling I was having about some of my friends and the way that I loved them and how the positive things they have said to me over the years carry me on. Everytime I remember someone that I truly love, I remember a different way that they saved my life. And well, in fiction I don’t want to give too much away before chapter six, but I do want to mention that all of the relationship moments I choose to include follow similar themes for a reason, and I’m a bit proud of how the continuity is starting to flow together as I write more scenes in chapter 4.

#ask #ask meme #obstinaterixatrix #also hello stella hi hi hi #i didn't want to say this in the ask but i was really trying hard to think of a way to mention that i noticed you used homestuck emojis in #a way that was complimentary #like ah... :? (affectionate)

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