levels | kim yukwon & min dahee
The first crack of thunder sends shivers down her spine in a slow crawl. Â This wasnât something they had last time. Â But that would only figure wouldnât it? Â Since this was a repeat of course they would add something to make it up the difficulty. Â Dahee makes the mistake of looking back at the forest behind them, seeing the dark clouds forming. Â âSon of a bitch.â Â She mutters under her breath and turns back to her target. Â Itâs selfish but she doesnât want the other to see her lose her nerve. Â Instead, she forces herself to take a deep breath and continues on to the next level, her grip tightening on the rocks unintentionally. Â
It occurs to her a few rocks up that she should keep in communication with Yukwon. Â This is one of the disadvantages to both of them being quiet. Â Frankly it is a lot easier to talk when itâs about movies or something of the like, actual combat situations are more difficult. Â Her mentor told her it could be because they both lacked confidence in their abilities. Â Yeah, how is she supposed to bring that up in casual conversation? Â Her grip slips slightly and Dahee shakes her head, forcibly clearing her thoughts and focusing on the task at hand again. Â She really needs to stop letting her imagination get to her. Â The fast approaching dark clouds seem to increase the cortisol levels of her partner, and her own. She takes a moment to will her own down and wishes that she was more capable of lowering his as well.
Although she canât see him that well anymore, she can still hear what he claims he canât do it. Â She glances down at him and although she can only see his outline it doesnât matter. Â âWe can do this. Â We can.â The rain hits her neck first, crawling down her spine, leaving her with a cold shiver. Â âOne level at a time. Â Just keep your head up and stay on target.â Â She speaks as reassuringly as she can, hoping her voice sounds as determined as she feels in that moment. Â
With a small huff, she inches upwards slowly but surely. Â The rain has already soaked through her black shirt, weighing down on her heavily. Â The bigger problem however is the way it affects the rocks and slope itself. Â Surely as the instructor planned. Â Dahee moves a little too quickly, a little too urgently and pays the price for it. Grabbing a seemingly secure rock, it slips from her grasp, her other hand putting too much pressure on the other rock and she slides down the cliff face a few feet until she grabs a tree branch, halting her descent. Â Hissing at the slight burn on her arm, she pushes herself up again. Â âSinging in the Rain makes this seem so much more fun.â She comments, trying not to seem too affected by it, though her tone is a little shaky. Â
âWe can do this. We can,â Daheeâs voice made Yukwon connect with reality once again, his tunnel vision dissipating as he looked up to find his partner again, the distance between them closing due to the rain. âOne level at a time. Just keep your head up and stay on target,â while the words were meant to be uplifting, he was losing his grip on the earth and he could feel his body growing warmer- a bad sign.
Yukwon meant to respond, but the sky cried out, loud thunder redirecting his thoughts back to the climb. The shower of rain, real and wet against his skin, soaked his clothing and weighed his body down so that each movement was harder than before. The muddy cliff was becoming unforgiving underneath his hold, rocks sinking to where his fingers were digging deep into the sludge to keep from losing his grip. Even Dahee became a victim to the changes in the earth, closing the gap between them a little further as she slid, causing Yukwon to reach up towards her, fear further bubbling at his core as he fell a few inches short of her feet.
There wasnât a movie that had prepared him for such a specific situation and his eyes studied the immediate vicinity for a way to keep the two of them from falling, taking each vine, rock, and branch into consideration, hands planted deeply in the earth while he stalled. Yukwon hadnât been known for his problem-solving skills, and the current scrimmage needed more than proficiency in climbing- there was a key to the successful run of this particular obstacle and they had yet to find it. It was time to think of a strategy.
âDahee! Take your time!â he finally found his voice, ignoring the femaleâs ruse. âJust a few more feet and we can rest for a minute and regroup. Are you hurt any? There has to be a better way to beat this.â













