Kim Rok Soo! Headcanons

HeadCanon #2

What if the reason KRS!Cale hates lemons was because when he was younger, he had to eat sour and bitter food all the time for a punishment.

Sometimes when his elder relatives gave money to his uncle, they would ask to see Kim Rok Soo and check if it is worth giving his uncle any money; they were stingy so they would look for any "defects" on him that were "bringing dishonor to the family". Like emotions, fresh wounds, loud and bratty behavior.

So instead of being beaten and traumatized (which leads him to be emotionally unstable) he has to go through other punishments like being locked up, not being allowed to speak, or eats a ton of lemons. So when he eats bitter or sour foods, he gets reminded of the days where he lived with his uncle.

He also just hates lemons because they're sour and bitter.

So double the pain.

*hints to the next Headcanon in this chapter - who am I kidding? I'm basically drilling it in your head*

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"Sir?" Kim Rok Soo blinked. "W-What's going on?" he stammered as he got pushed into the bathroom.

"Well, brat. Tomorrow's the day I finally get some pay for taking care of you. Those senile elders need to see you, those bastards. So stay clean, hide your scars, and wear more clothes; you're too skinny. People might think I'm stealing food from you. That's not true, now, is it?" He smiled "benevolently" before closing the door.

"H-Huh? N-no?"

'What's happening?' Kim Rok Soo asked silently. 'Who's skinny? Who's coming? But more importantly, what pay?'

"Hurry up! I'm letting you in my room, so hurry up before you infect anything!" Uncle barked. "I'm not getting paid enough to deal with your dawdling!"

"O-Ok!" Kim Rok Soo scurried, turning on the cold water and taking off his clothes.

'Tell Rok Soo more about the pay, please?' He pleaded in his head while taking off his bandages.

"Hey, don't waste too much water brat, I can hear the money going down the drain!" Uncle grumbled.

'Wait, why are you being so nice? Did Uncle hit his head? Why don't you seem drunk? Did you actually get a job? Also, the pay?' Kim Rok Soo perplexed but turned off the water.

He looked at the water, suddenly realizing he didn't know how to bathe himself.

'Baths need soap, right? This doesn't look right... Does it need to be mixed it in something? Oh, that made a mess. It needs to be cleaned with the water- Rok Soo should get in the water.' he frenzied.

"If you don't stop dawdling, not even the money will save you. I'm being very patient right now." Uncle snarled, on the other side of the door. He lied. Couldn't have his cash-cow running away from him, now, could he?

"W-What money?" Kim Rok Soo blurted aloud. He froze, 'Is Kim Rok Soo going to die tonight? Rok Soo doesn't want to die, living is better. Oh, see you soon Mama, Papa. Wait, wouldn't they be in heaven, nevermind.' Kim Rok Soo's mind was chaotic unlike his exterior which was cleaning the mess he made.

"Ho, getting curious, are we?" Kim Rok Soo may not have been able to see him, but he could feel the murderous aura through the door. He felt chills down his spine.

'The mess is cleaned up, that's good right? Maybe Uncle- no, what a waste of effort. If Rok Soo lives past this day, then someone will have to clean the messes since Rok Soo will be rich.' he thought, ignoring his upcoming doom.