can u please make a dokja x reader... about 49/51 specifically..... (could be technically a 49 x reader x 51...?) hurt/comfort please since we all need therapy o)-(
Omniscient Reader Viewpoint
You Should've Been Greedy
Summary: In which you are a constellation who has supported Kim Dokja from the very beginning, and you (desperately) want to see a happy end.
Pairing: Kim Dokja x Constellation! F! Reader
Note: Hey Anon, I hope this kind of fits your request! Hopefully this could be a comfort to us depressed readers after finishing ORV.
Readers Unite! We have to protect our little (ugly) squid.
Warning: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE NOVEL, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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“You didn’t do anything wrong. There’s nothing to apologize for.”
You wish you could scream those words until the world hears you, until “Kim Dokja” believes you.
“He” who has read, planned, fought, and “died” for the world.
He was a reader.
You, who have watched, supported, believed, and “died” for him.
You were a bystander.
You were one of the many constellations that supported Kim Dokja Company until the very end. You who loved them all, and cherished them with your lifeline.
In a world where the lines between existence and oblivion were blurred, you found yourself standing at the crossroads of two fractured souls.
[The constellation ‘The Lady Bathing the Moon’ is watching you with sad eyes]
The 49% and the 51% Kim Dokja, each carrying their own burdens, their own regrets.
The 49% Kim Dokja, fading like the last remnants of a dying star, was a shadow of his former self. His memories, once vivid and precious, were slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. His eyes, once filled with life, were now dull and haunted.
You wanted to hug him, tell him he’s enough.
(You sat by him and cuddled him in your bunny form, hoping he would wake up)
The 51% Kim Dokja, the last vestige of the original, bearing the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was strong, but even the strongest had their breaking points. His facade of resilience hid a profound loneliness that gnawed at his very core.
(You want to find him)
Oh, how you want to reach out, and tell him he’s worth everything.
And then there was you, the bystander, who saw him fracture himself into 2 halves.
You regret, and regret, until you couldn’t anymore.
[The constellation ‘The Lady Bathing the Moon’ is praying to the constellation ‘Demon King of Salvation’]
You no longer wanted to be a bystander.
You who has lost so much of your spark, reached out to Kim Dokja Company and proposed a solution.
[Please let me borrow a bit of your power]
“Why are you working so hard to save him? Didn’t you lose most of your power?” Han Sooyoung asks (bitterly), as she stared at your bunny stuff animal.
Your light flickers, a moment of power surge through your eyes.
[The constellation ‘The Lady Bathing the Moon’ hesitates for an unknown reason]
[I…want to be greedy]
Your voice faded slightly, but your tone remains undoubtedly resolute.
Your response silenced them all, until one stepped forward.
“Here.” Yoo Joonghyuk approached your light, and shook your hand.
“Tch, this guy.” Han Sooyoung rolled her eyes, but also went up to shake your hand. The others looked at one another, and then they smiled (their eyes were as tired as the Moon).
[Thank you]
“Hey! We’re putting our trust in you!”
Another bunny appeared and hopped energetically before it turned towards the sky. It flew far away, brighter than any star out there in the night sky.
They watched, before they left to prepare for a backup plan.
Because they loved Kim Dokja just as much as you.
To them, you were the Lady of the Moon from the Emperor Nebula, and despite everything in the past, they knew you as one of their main pillars of support. They could trust you.
Their power allowed your bunny spirit to run, to fly across space like a comet soaring through the sky. You who searched and searched, until you saw him.
A young teenager sitting in the middle of the train, no longer an adult or a shadow of the person he was.
You went through the doors of the subway car, hopped towards his feet, and headbutted him, hoping to wake him.
“Who…are you?”
You freeze, a feeling of bitterness rises to your throat, but you hold back and smile.
[I am a bunny who likes to fly, who are you?]
“My name is…Kim Dokja.” He says with a hint of recognition, and he slowly wrap his hands around the bunny, surprised at the rabbit’s fluffiness.
Without a word, you rub your head on his hand, offering a lifeline to the memories slipping away. Feeling the warmth, he hugged you (even without knowing why).
“Thank…you.”
(You felt the 49% Kim Dokja move his fingers, ever so slightly)
For the first time, he allowed himself to let go of some of the burdens he had carried for so long. He rested his head on your body, he let out a sigh, a silent acknowledgment.
You could feel the pain radiating from both of them, the silent cries for help that they couldn't put into words.
The subway continued to move as if nothing was wrong.
[Do you want to come with me?]
[I can’t.]
He says without moving, and gently pats your head.
[You can go back for a moment, and I will stay here in your place. The space is my home.]
He pauses briefly at the temptation, but stays firm.
[You’re not a reader]
[I am an observer, but also one who listens. If you go back, you can tell me your stories as if you are praying to the Moon.]
You peeked up, seeing the child’s contemplating face.
You smiled.
[Go child, go to where you belong]
You nudged him with your head, and he saw a bright light from your hand.
The light you and his friends created just for him.
[Don’t hesitate now, they are waiting for you]
When he lowered his head, his eyes showed uncertainty but slight excitement and relief.
[Thank you]
You cup his cheeks with your bunny paws and smile.
[Whenever you feel lonely, the Moon shall bless you every night]
To his surprise, he felt sleepy, comfortable as if he was in someone’s embrace. When he opened his eyes again, he saw your silhouette.
He felt like he saw you before.
[Farewell, Kim Dokja]
Where has he seen you before?
“Kim Dokja!”
He opened his eyes to bright light, blinding him immediately. He shielded himself and heard all sorts of noise around him, some of surprise, tearful, disbelief, relief, and excitement.
“Hyung! How are you feeling?”
“Kim Dokja! You finally woke up. Do you know how worried we were?”
When he finally came to, he saw everyone, and felt tears automatically roll down his cheeks.
“Wait, we need to make sure.” Han Sooyoung walked up to him with her arms crossed.
“What is this emo bastard’s name?” Han Sooyoung pointed to the man who looked like he was going to kill her later.
With a hoarse laugh, Kim Dokja replied, despite trying to wipe away all of his tears. .
“Sunfish Bastard.”
“Kim Dokja.”
“No, I am Yoo Joonghyuk.”
But his smile was so bright.
At that moment, everyone rushed to hug him.
Even in his happiness moment, he felt like he forgot something important?
“Hey, why are you talking to the Moon?”
“I don’t know…I just felt like…there’s always something to say.” He concluded lamely, but he saw Han Sooyoung come to a short realization.
She sat beside him and put two hands together too.
“Fine, I’ll do it with you too.”
(In the distance, a bunny watches as she fades away from Earth)
(At the subway station far far away, you sat in your true form as you listened to old and new stories.)
[Be happy, our dear reader]
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