Kim Rok Soo! Headcanons

HeadCanon #3

Kim Rok Soo doesn't look like his parents - so he is told. The only similarity is that they are Korean. People sometimes say that he looks like his uncle - as an insult - or often mistake Rok Soo as his son. On those days his uncle gets extremely violent and emotional, remembering his past before Rok Soo. Kim Rok Soo can't curse him or fight back when he sees his uncle crying and sobbing because it was his fault that they died. He remembers how his uncle used to be, before Rok Soo went into his care, and winces when recalling the good memories which conflicts his present impression. This reaffirms the conclusion that his uncle was a good person, and Kim Rok Soo changed him.

Kim Rok Soo doesn't remember his parents' faces at all. He has memories about them, but their faces are blurry. If he was told to describe their faces, he would blank out. His uncle doesn't own anything related to them - out of grief. Kim Rok Soo can't ask about his parents, or he'll have to face demeaning looks, people bursting into (crocodile and real) tears, getting beaten and the child wouldn't be able to handle the burden. He remembers some things - memories others would deem useless or forgettable - but he treasures them as they're the only ones he has. He only remembers his name, and that's the only remnant of his parents he has and knows.

He refers to himself as 'Kim Rok Soo' in his thoughts, thinking in third person. He does this to remember his name as others don't call him that. It was also his way of coping, imagining he wasn't the person that was ruining everything. He had this habit until he was 8 years old.

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"Damn it, you bastard! Why the hell is this happening? I thought you said I'd only need to show up to the interview and the job would be guaranteed!" His uncle shouted, cursing out the unfortunate soul who was in the call with him. Kim Rok Soo was holding his hand and trying not to be seen.

'Why is Rok Soo here?' He wondered, slightly excited.

This was the first time he had gone outside since his uncle had taken him in. 'Woah! Is that candy?' Kim Rok Soo wondered as he peeks through the shops' windows. 'Wow, what's that? It's so pretty!' Kim Rok Soo continued to look around the bustling marketplace while still staying near his uncle, in order to prevent any tantrums his uncle may pull.

Kim Rok Soo's attention suddenly turned to his uncle, and he flinched as he heard a rock bouncing off a metal pole that his uncle had seemed to kick in anger. He almost snatched his hand away from Uncle in fear of being next.

"Oi you lazy-! Damn it, why didn't you tell me any of this!? Yes, I'm angry! Are you even trying to help me here? WELL, IT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" His uncle barked in annoyance. "Of course I'm nervous! I had to bring the kid along. No, no- why would I spend any of my money on a useless babysitter? Are you stupid?!" His uncle snarled. His uncle jerked his hand to throw out dramatically, forgetting that he was still holding onto Kim Rok Soo.

"Ah- I forgot you were here. Good, keep it like that." He looked at him, with disdain, before dismissing his existence once more to continue yelling at the person on the other side of the call.

That irked the child – although he doesn't know why – but it wasn't like he could do anything about it.

Kim Rok Soo waited as his uncle shouts at the unlucky soul, but started to get distracted as he continued to stare through the window displays of various candies, toys, and clothes. 'Rok Soo wants that. If Rok Soo was on Rok Soo's best behaviour, would Uncle buy that?' he thought selfishly. Then he shook his head as if he was physically shaking the thought away before he scoffed at his ungrateful thought.

After a few minutes - which felt like hours - his uncle finally hung up the phone and looked at him in distaste.

"Guess what brat? I didn't get the job, because of you once again. When is anything not your fault?" His uncle growled at him, causing Kim Rok Soo to turn towards him again. "Apparently, they don't like snotty nosed children in their office."