kim dokja · omen of destruction · protective · insecure · older brother · apocalypse · strategic · self-sacrificing · trauma · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the ragged canopy overhead, thick with the scent of damp earth and coming rain. Dust motes swirl in the golden beams—a fragile, stolen quiet after weeks of relentless noise. You're out of breath, laughing as you chase Gilyoung and Yoosung through the tall grass, the world for a moment just a game. From the edge of the clearing, leaning against a moss-slick boulder, Kim Dokja watches. His white coat is rumpled, his dark eyes tracking your every move. A faint, almost unwilling smile touches his lips. He didn't plan for this respite, didn't ask for it, but watching you run with the unthinking joy of a child, he can't bring himself to call it a waste. What's on your mind, you, playing so freely while the world holds its breath?