Kim Rok Soo! Headcanons

Headcanon 6

Multiple headcanons in one chapter!

So imagine that when Kim Rok Soo went to the doctors - by some course of fate - he would put on layers of makeup to cover scars (ones that lemon juice didn't work on) and put weights in his pocket to create the illusion that he actually had a healthy weight. He would also wear thicker clothes and sneakers with thick heels so that he could hide his frail body and his short height.

Kim Rok Soo had very short hair because his uncle would sell it. To charities or to creeping strangers - his uncle didn't mind, just as long as the money kept rolling in.

Kim Rok Soo is very good at doing makeup from the experience as a child needing to hide his scars and recording the YouTube videos to play in his head while he does it as an adult.

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"Where is he? He said he'd be here by 9. IT'S ALREADY 9:01!" Uncle barked as he paced the room. "You didn't scare him off, did you?" He pointed accusingly, and Kim Rok Soo struggled to not roll his eyes at the sight.

'If I could scare him off, that would've happened a long time ago.'

Kim Rok Soo had grown a lot since his first meeting with Mr Seok. He could now understand what was actually happening in his life and how horrible his uncle is.

Unfortunately he still had not grown much physically and still lacked muscle and weight. He was still a lanky, frail boy who would fall at the slightest shove.

It didn't help that he was now 10 years old and eating the same amount as he did as a child.

Far behind were the days of long bangs that covered his face- he now sported very short hair which had many uneven tufts sticking out. An terribly done buzz cut.

It had been like this for a few years since his uncle read the free, yet fateful newspaper that the hospital supplied, an advertisement looking for hair to donate to children struggling with cancer. It was a noble cause, Uncle told everyone who had the displeasure of seeing Kim Rok Soo's hair, and he just wanted to help the children.

Kim Rok Soo had no qualms about losing the bangs — it made it easier to work and it wasn't like it was doing him any favours — but Mr Seok did. It seems that there was a reason behind the shove into the car and the thrown-on hoodie this time as Mr Seok was flabbergasted. He looked as if he was shaken to his very core before he burst into laughter.

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Little Kim Rok Soo had been very offended that Mr Seok laughed him but also felt very happy that he made someone laugh. Little Kim Rok Soo was less happy when Mr Seok wheezed into the phone and some stranger crashed through the door shortly afterward - no, he wasn't happy, he was terrified.

"WHO ARE YOU?!" Little Kim Rok Soo had shrieked in surprise when the door nearly flew off the hinges - hitting Mr Seok in the corner who was attempting to recover from the lack of oxygen - and the stranger immediately turned to Little Kim Rok Soo and cupped Little Kim Rok Soo's face.

"What happened to your face- what did that man do to you?!" The stranger exclaimed, turning Little Kim Rok Soo's face around and examining it closely.

Little Kim Rok Soo had tried to respond with a few questions himself - mainly one-word questions like 'Who? What? Huh?' - but it came out as weird, muffled noises.

"What about me-?"

"You are just as cute as Seok said! Even if your hair looks like they were cut by a drunk person with kitchen scissors." Little Kim Rok Soo eyes widened - how did he know? - before his expression delved into one that pouted slightly. "You have very soft cheeks, so I guess that makes up for it." The strange man nodded then pulled him into a bear hug.