i remember my dad used to raise doves and pigeons as a kid. he’d clip their wings so that even when they’re presented with the option to escape after recovering, they become conditioned to stay and i just—#plotja with #darksp clipping kdj’s wings and kdj staying with him forever—
even if kimcom try to rescue him!! Like,,,
“I don’t need to cage you, my star. I just need to ground you,” Plotter coos as he slices Kim Dokja’s feathers, uncaring of the blood sliding down. He’s spurred on by Kim Dokja’s cries, as if he were holding down a songbird.
Also, apparently, captive birds panic about being outside so kdj would probably become too anxious to even leave sp’s side—not that he can. he’d be too physically weak to even attempt it 😭 also,,, sp purposely botching the clipping so kdj won’t be able to fly or even balance—
properly later sksksks and kdj having to be carried everywhere???? dependence on sp is upped by several thousand
Sp: all according to keikaku
Me: dad how did you clip bird wings
Dad, squinting: what are you going to do with that info 🤨
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i want some noona!ysa and dongsaeng!kdj again so!! au where ysa is trying to get out of a blind date, so her friend jhw recommends a smth that could help out—a rent a younger sibling for a day service!! jhw already tried it bcs she was bored and recommends the little brother
she hung out with: kdj ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
“He’s a little odd,” jhw had said, like it’s the best thing to be—and it is, ysa thinks. “You’ll like him for sure!”
Ysa trusts jhw, mostly, so she tries the service a few days before her dreaded blind date and establishes some rapport with
the dongsaeng jhw recommended. Of course, she hopes the date goes relatively alright, but. Well. It’s a good thing she signed up because the man before her is inspiring all sorts of murderous thoughts.
Almost as soon as her text for help is read, kdj storms into the restaurant.
WAIT au where kdj was inspired by yjh’s no-nonsense attitude towards his enemies and decides that kids like his bullies shouldn’t be coddled by society. Rather than fade into the background and try to survive, kdj decides he needs to thrive and attain enough power to save other
kids like him—or at least enough power to punish people who should be. At first he thinks about becoming a teacher, but that position lacks authority. Maybe a policeman? No, he lacks the physique for it.
A judge, kdj decides, he will become a judge who will treat children that
think they can commit adult crimes without facing the consequences.
“Stop.” Kdj cuts into the juvenile offender’s blubbering, spotting the exact moment he decides to start the crocodile tears. “I’ve heard enough.”
“P-pansa-nim?” The boy peeks through his fingers, eyes shiny
joongdok a/b/o au where kdj was about to be beaten up by his bullies on the way home when an alpha in all black and a matching motorcycle helmet beats them off. he’s a big guy, all broad shoulders and muscled arms kdj can see when the alpha drapes his leather jack over him
“You live far from here?” the alpha asks; his voice is a low and smooth timbre beneath the helmet.
“N-no. I live just around the corner.” Kdj responds, surprised still by the jacket over his head. The warmth seeps into him like he’s never known it his entire life.
“Good.” Nodding, the alpha looks over his shoulder to kdj’s bullies laying in a disgraceful sprawl. “Go home. They won’t follow you.”
Kdj’s heart stutters at the words. Bowing, kdj says, “Yes! Thank you so much!”
The last kdj sees of the alpha is him giving a casual wave.
went for a drive today and imagined a no scenarios au of kdj trying to learn how to drive. at first he tries to get yjh to teach him, but yjh is. himself. that means a lot of out of context instructions, hit-and-miss descriptions, expectations that kdj understands what yjh does.
obviously, it doesn’t go well. kdj tries, but each barb makes yjh frustrated and kdj defensive, maybe even self-pitying. it’s horrible, but kdj tries to suck it up bcs yjh is setting aside time to teach him. the least kdj can do is be a good student and get it.
but he doesn’t.
yjh tells him to stop at the side of the road, which he can’t even do right. the car isn’t straight, he almost hit the gutter, and he fumbled shifting from drive to neutral. forgets to put up the hand break, too.
“Stop. Just. Don’t drive. Switch with me,” yjh says. his words are
“Fine. From the moment we get back and I sign these—“ kdj throws the divorce papers against yjh’s chest— “we will have absolutely nothing to do with each other.”
Yjh fixes him with a glare, uncaring of the papers scattering at their feet. Somehow, kdj finds it in himself to
admire how handsome his future ex-husband’s is—has always been.
“What is ours will return to being what is just yours and just mine.” Kdj adjusts his watch: a battered thing he bought with money he earned with his own two hands, not with whatever yjh’s secretary deposits into
the bank account the Yoo family set up for him out of propriety. Whatever is there has remained untouched for years. “It will be like we never married in the first place.”
Kdj turns to leave before yjh can get a word in just as he remembers something.
“You are loved,” yjh insists, voice cracking and desperate as he holds kdj’s face between his palms. “Kim Dokja, do you hear me? You are loved—“
Kdj’s sobs cut off the words. It—his sorrow, his denial, his wavering hope—drowns out the words.
“How—“ kdj shakes his head and holds
yjh’s wrists— “why?”
“Because,” yjh brings their foreheads together—it’s something like a rendition of prayer, “because you fool, I love you.”
“Yoo—“
“I love you.” Yjh reiterates and kdj feels so, so small beneath his calloused fingers. Why, he wonders, does yjh hold him like
a precious treasure? Why does yjh say these words so easily, so assuredly, as if kdj is deserving? “There is nothing in all the worldlines that I more sure of than that.”
Kdj hiccups and shuts his eyes. There is a kiss, feather-light, pressed against each of his eyelids.