Our Own Fantasy

ORV: It's Not Your Fault (Part 1)

[Kim Dokja & siblings!Reader]

Genre: angst

TW: abuse, stabbing, blood, violence, bullying, prison, killing, sui*ide attempt

A/N As far as I know, Lee Sookyung got into prison when Dokja at the age of 10 or something, but I aged up him a bit.

Also, I don't know how the criminal system worked in Korea and I've tried to do my research, but I ended up doing what I can align with this story.

[I listen to the song 'Angels Like You' by Miley Cyrus and oh boy, I feel it really suited with this story.]

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"It's okay, Dokja-yah. Just close your eyes, okay?"

You were trembling while covering your brother's ears, telling your brother to not open his eyes no matter what with a shaky voice.

The shouting and the sound of the beating were clearly heard by you. The crying and begging of your mother would be engraved in your mind for the rest of your life.

Sob.

You looked down to see your 4-year-old little brother crying and trembling in fear. You swallowed the lump in your throat and connected your and Dokja's foreheads together gently. He was just a child, a baby to you who needs to be born in this cruel world.

"Just listen to my voice, okay?"

Despite the tremor in your voice, you don't want to make your younger brother more in fear. As an older sibling, you should protect your little brother from any harm.

"Baby, it will be over. It's okay. I'm here with you. I won't leave you."

"Sob."

"It's okay, Dokja. I'm here."

Tears cascading down your cheeks, but you never stop letting out your voice to muffle the sound from outside of the door from Dokja. Dokja has been holding onto you tightly, and you never left your arms from around his small body.

You are just a 9-year-old kid, but you have been living and knowing everything too much to let your little brother experience the same thing.

You just hope that this nightmare will end one day.

However, you never wish for it to end like this.

Your lips trembled while looking at the blood pooling on the floor; the smell of metallic attacked your olfactory, almost making you vomit.

"Mom?"

"[Name]."

Her face was full of tears while holding onto Dokja. You never thought to come home at this sight. You never thought to come home to give good news of you managing to get into the college you always wanted to see this scene.

Never thought, this moment would be a turning point for you.

Assessing from the scene, you knew what had happened.

The bloody knife.

The body of your unmoving father.

The hand of Dokja, which has blood on it.

It is an impulse.

You quickly grabbed the bloody knife in your hand, smearing the blood on your shirt and hand before looking to see the horror face of your mother.