Kim Rok Soo! Headcanons

different

(not from krs perspective)

Kim Rok Soo's soul was on the wrong earth. We all know this. What if others did too? Not in a malicious way, but in a naively curious way. 

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I was always odd. My ability awoke early, at least that's what my mom said. Kids were not always the nicest to me, but that's okay. I'm unique like that. I was a yellow-green in a sea of orange. 

Let me start over. 

My name is Yoon Ah-In, and I'm ten years old. When I turned five a few years ago, something different happened to me. I could see colours. I wasn't colourblind before, obviously. But when I look at people now, there was a new colour on top of them. Like someone put cellophane over the people. It was a big surprise.

I don't know what the colours mean. But I know that back then, if I go into a big crowd, my head starts to hurt, and my hands feel funny. Sometimes, my nose starts bleeding. That's why my mom kept me away from most kids. My parents can keep the weird tingly feeling mostly under control. 

Thank goodness I figured out how to not do that anymore. I can go to school with kids my age. I love my parents, but I don't want to be stuck with them forever. 

I was a yellow-ish orange and my mom is now a greeny-yellow. Most people are orange. Some are redder than others, and some are yellower than others. But everyone's something close to orange, or yellow, or red. My family is differenter than normal people. I am now yellow-green. My dad is pink! It's a good colour for him.

Of course, I'm sort of green. There's some people who we walk by who are more different to others. I once walked past someone who was orange-purple. He had a dog. The dog was plain brown. My ability doesn't work on animals. Or monsters. I can only see colours on people. My favourite teacher is also yellow-green. Like me! 

She's really nice and gives us snacks if we're good. I'm not sure what the colours mean, but I liked how everyone is similar to another. Everyone is orangey, at least a little bit. I don't think I ever came across someone pure yellow or pure red. 

This isn't about me though. This is about him. I met him when I was six years old when the monsters attacked my home. My mom was working inside and my dad was waiting in the house. I was out in the front yard when it happened. There were a large lion monster that came out from nowhere.

I wasn't scared or anything, but I screamed at the top of my lungs. My mom came out to get me and she screamed too. She brought me in her arms and fell backwards. My dad covered my eyes and I felt him hug me too.  We were going to die.

We were going to die and there was nothing we could do. 

But then I heard a gasp. My dad dropped his hand. My mom started to make funny noises. But nothing happened. My eyes opened slightly and I saw him. 

It was the man on TV. The person who was on the billboard. The person who people whispered about. We laughed about him sometimes. Mr. Kim Rok Soo. I never seen him before. Not on video at least. I didn't know what colour he was until that day.

He was standing in front of us, drenched in red. He was soaked and dripping in it. But despite it, his true colour underneath overwhelmed the red.

Blue. He was a bright blue. So bright I thought I went blind. Quickly, like a superhero, he got rid of the lion-monster. My mom left me with my dad, and thanked Mr Kim Rok Soo. She fell to her knees and rested her head on the ground. She was crying.

My dad was pulling me away, but I squirmed out. I had to tell him. His colour was different for a reason. I grabbed his clothes which were wet. He smelled disgusting. My nose scrunched up, and my stomach swirled. He flinched away, but he kneeled when I asked him to. 

"You don't belong here. You're not one of us. You're different... you're blue." I whispered in his ear.  It was true. He was blue. Blue isn't anything like orange. No one's supposed to be blue. Red and yellow were weird enough. Green and purple were rarer than anything. But blue?

I didn't mean to offend him. I was only six. I was only trying to tell him what I observed. But the sad way he looked at me, I feel like I made a mistake. He said something like 'I know' and stumbled away. 

It must've hurt, bleeding like that. It wasn't obvious, his back was straight and strong, but surely it did. But I was too shocked to say anything. My mom and dad had to carry me in. 

As soon as my feet touched the cool floor, I ran to the bathroom and threw up. 

The smell and the sight of him killing the lion monster had adverse effects that lasted a year. I had to go to therapy. I couldn't eat anything meaty for a while. I guess that's good, we can't afford meat all that much anyways.

I met him again this year. My family were out shopping when we ran into him. 

Or his body at least. His soul was different, I think. He was a bright orange now. I mean, yes, my colours changed after that day when he saved us. Sure I became green-er rather than yellow. But my colours didn't change so strongly. I don't think colours can change that much. Not only did his colours change, but his smile, his walk, his aura. Everything was new. 

There wasn't even a hint of blue on the new Mr. Kim Rok Soo. I think the real Mr. Kim Rok Soo has gone away. Maybe on vacation. My teachers used to tell us how he never took vacation days, and how we should try to strive for that level of dedication. My favourite teacher just says to take breaks when we feel fatigued. She's cool like that.

The new Mr. Kim Rok Soo must be helping him out while he takes a break. My teachers do that sometimes. They go away and substitutes come in instead.

He deserves it. The vacation, I mean. He saves a lot of people, and people used to be really mean about him. My family used to too. We're not like that anymore. My mom prays for him every day, and my dad always mumbles how thankful he is for him whenever he tucks me in. Sometimes I write in my diary about him. 

Wherever the real Mr. Kim Rok Soo is now, I hope he's happy. I hope he's surrounded by people just as blue as he. Or at least purple, or green. People like him. I hope he doesn't feel left out anymore, and he's where he belongs. It'd be nice if he wasn't lonely anymore. 

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is this how 10 yr-olds speak? no idea. i have not one reference for this. 

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