Hey so I know we All Know This but I will NEVER be over a character being feverish and delirious and making No sense. I will never be over a glittery-eyed, shivering, distressed character weakly gripping another's arm and asking them questions they don't know the answer to, and probably don't mean anything at all. I will never be over characters calling out for people either long gone or right next to them, but unrecognizable in their delirium. I will never be over a character crying in frustration and fear over something in their head they can't explain to whoever is helping them, and all they can do in return is stroke their hair and shush them gently.
Synopsis: Pak Tae-Joong is wrongfully imprisoned for a heinous crime. After five years of hell in prison, he's forced to participate in a sick game organized by a psychopath, who seems to be related to the case that caused his downfall.
Notes: Itâs the remake of the 2017 movie Fabricated City, with the same main actor Ji Chang-Uk. I was wondering if they would chicken out of what the movie tried to do but didnât have the time to explore properly, and hum... They didnât. They actually did a little too much... Episode 2 is a tough watch (pay attention to the tw!), the rest is the regular whump you can expect in this kind of drama. Plot-wise it's not that great; if you want a real good drama of the kind, I recommend the 2017 drama Defendant (íŒêł ìž), but omg that whump!
NB: Timestamps might be off (< 1mn) depending on where you watch the show. I do not disclose any character death on purpose. The characters are listed by chronological order of whump in each episode.
WARNING: This drama contains se*ual assault, self-harm and suicide depiction.
------ EPISODE 1 ------
(20:50) Surrounded, manhandled, arrested for rape and murder
(22:15) Interrogated
(24:16) Handcuffed
(46:50) Dumped by his girlfriend
------ EPISODE 2 ------
(1:00) Prison whump (Freezing shower, anal examination, all that jazz)
(4:35) Grabbed by the collar, scared, calling for help but ignored, manhandled, forced to kneel, tries to run away, shoved to the ground, bruise on his cheek, wrist stepped on, moaning in pain, holding his wrist
(6:50) Still holding his wrist, bullied by his cellmate
(9:37) Tricked, pulled to the showers, screaming in terror, beaten and raped (off screen)
(10:12) In shock and covered in bruises, learns about the suicide of his brother, crumbles in tears
(12:00) Attempts suicide, hallucinates his brother, wakes up startled and strapped to a bed after his third suicide attempt (of the monthâŠ), injected with a tranquilizer, scars on his wrists
(21:00) Used as a punching bag, beaten again and again
(21:55) Retaliates for the first time, slapped and punched
(39:52) Realizes he was betrayed, crying, losing his temper, beaten by guards
------ EPISODE 3 ------
(9:22) Fighting, head smashed against a window, bleeding
(24:25) Attacked with a knife at night, fighting
(27:00) Whacked in the face, beaten
(45:40) Injected with rat poison
------ EPISODE 4 ------
(0:50) (Continued from previous ep) Injected with rat poison
(8:30) Affected by what the poison, dizzy, sweating
(11:50) Passes out
(23:09) Wakes up weak, vomits
(31:30) Attacked by several inmates, beaten, strangled, stabbed several times, covered in blood
(39:04) Sent to solitary confinement with no care (this guy is made of steel or what?), hallucinates his brother, black sack put over his head, abducted
------ EPISODE 5 ------
(18:45) In a truck, handcuffed, black sack on his head, manhandled
(23:28) Trying to escape, shot at, at gunpoint
(30:35) Shot at (warning shots)
------ EPISODE 6 ------
(11:45) In a car chase
(14:10) In a car crash, dazed
(40:30) Hit by a car, dazed, hit, stabbed in the leg and shoulder, fighting, hit by a car, out of breath, fighting, collapses, attacked from behind, strangled, shot at with a sniper, scared, running away
------ EPISODE 7 ------
(1:16) Limping and drenched in water, exhausted
(3:50) Passing out in the arms of a friend, injuries tended to
(6:58) Face covered in cuts and bruises, torso covered in bandages, groaning
(15:55) Attacked, fighting, shoved into glass, hit with a crowbar in the knee and arm, groaning, trapped in a room with a bomb, jumps out of the window to escape, falls on a car, whimpering, limping
------ EPISODE 8 ------
(20:10) Running away, grabbed, fighting
(21:55) More fighting, stabbed in the leg, groans, more fighting
(41:35) Makes a gruesome discovery, horrified
------ EPISODE 9 ------
(22:35) Attacked by a group of men, brutally beaten, knocked out
(25:30) Wakes up in pain and bound with tape, moaning in pain, heaving
------ EPISODE 10 ------
(26:00) Attacked by a group of men, fighting, beaten, running away
(31:30) Shot at
(32:40) (Now. what. the. actual. fuck.)
(33:13) Rear-ended, jumps into a moving car, fighting
(35:45) In a car crash, bleeding head injury, moaning and groaning
------ EPISODE 11 ------
(25:28) Surrenders himself to the police, handcuffed, brought to a cell
------ EPISODE 12 ------
(27:10) Attacked by a group of men, fighting, outnumbered, running away, takes a few hits
(28:25) Shot at with a crossbow, shot in the shoulder with a crossbow bolt, fighting, shot at with a crossbow again
(31:19) Threatened with the life of a loved one, leg cut open with a katana, collapses, bledding, groaning, cut on back and shoulder, fighting, katana blade to the shoulder
(34:45) Watches a video a his brother getting murdered, in shock, almost loses it
To survive, Seo Dong Ju (Park Hyung Sik) a chairman's secretary at Daesan Group hacked into a political slush fund worth 2 trillion won. Heo Il Do (Lee Hae Young) is a powerful shadowy figure, who loses 2 trillion won by killing a man without knowing that he was hacked.
Sick/recovering whumpee stuff (with Caretaker + others all living in the same house found family style)
Whumpee whoâs so exhausted from having a hard time keeping anything down that theyâre just kinda out of it and unable to hold conversations
Caretaker helping Whumpee bathe, stepping in more and more as their energy depletes - by the end of it theyâre helping Whumpee sit upright as they gently rinse shampoo out of their hair
Whumpee whoâs unable to express to Caretaker the relief they feel to be clean by the end of it except for hums (Caretaker can tell by how much calmer they seem afterwards)
Whumpee in too much pain/too exhausted to do much except lie down on the couch, but theyâre so happy to just be in the living room. Caretaker and their chosen family/roomates/etc do normal house stuff and chat with each other. Whumpeeâs just glad theyâre not alone
Caretaker keeping Whumpee steady as they walk to the dining table while everyone else cooks their own meals
Caretaker quickly heats up some soup for Whumpee before making themselves a sandwich, knowing Whumpee takes longer to get through meals
When they feel well enough, Whumpee is able to eat with the rest of the group, and is tasked with dish drying duty afterwards as they can do that sitting down (and still participate in tasks)
Caretaker braiding Whumpeeâs hair when theyâre too tired to do it themselves. Being gentle but still getting all the knots out, going slower when they notice Whumpee tensing
Caretaker and Whumpee sitting on the bathroom floor, Caretaker talking about anything that comes to their mind. Gently filling in the silence as they wait for Whumpeeâs dizziness to go away so they donât pass out/get sick again on the way back out
Synopsis: When Dongju is sitting on the Yacht at the end of the series, he contemplates his life leading up until now and courts his own suicide. When he decides not to go through with it, an accident happens.
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Notes: I had to do day 9-31 all at once and I pulled it off! I decided to just post it to AO3 to make reading it easier.
Disclaimer: This contains spoilers for Buried Hearts.
Continued from: One | Two | Three
Dull. It was slow. Eyelashes felt heavyâpulled down by weights. Everything felt good. Tingly. Floating. Breathing came long and low. His eyes rolled under his lidsâhis lips parted.
âHeâs coming to.â He heard a feminine voice and rustlingâa swish as they rushed out.Â
âUgrrghâŠâ The sound rose out of him. He couldnât recall feeling this way before. Never let it. âŠMaybe at the shack⊠When he wasâŠÂ
Shot.Â
Shot.
A large, rolling gasp came out, and his fists clenched, pulling at something that was holding him flat to the bed. Elastic-y. It resisted him. He was too weak. Fell back in a poof against the pillows, breathing. Heavy. Eyes half-lidded in a blur. Hazy. Haloed light from a side light. Something touched his foreheadâbrushed sweat away. His lips were pressed together in effort before his eyes opened more and focused. The hand held him steady. He breathed out.Â
âThere he is,â the soft voice said. âDonju? How do you feel? Bit floaty, huh?âÂ
âNngâŠâ His tongue felt thick while the hand slipped off his heated forehead. Sound of skin on styrofoam. Couldnât turn his head, but his neck muscles must have twitched.
âDonât move right now. Here, drink this.â A straw pressed at his lips and he wrapped them around it, not realizing that it was because his mouth was so dry that sound was hardâthat his words were limp. The second the cold touched his throat, he coughed roughly, the staticy fuzz in his veins scattering across his body. A guillotine of pain struck him. His face tensed, eyebrows pressed. Sharp intake of breath. He heard a sigh above him. âSwallow carefully and donât drink too fast or youâll choke. You idiot.âÂ
âEunnam?â Naturally, the name came out of his mouth, and he saw her lean over him, eyes wrinkled like they did when sheâd been sleeping. He felt a dopey, confused smile on his face. This must be the afterlife. No⊠No, if it was, then sheâd be dead.Â
âDongju. Tell me.â She touched him, a hand on his shoulder, while the cup quivered in the other. His eyes moved from it to the cup. He took another sip, clearing his throat. âTell me, did you do this. Did you do this to yourself? Did you⊠shoot yourself?âÂ
It came back. The sunsetâthe waning light tickling across his face. The sway. His impulse was to lieâto say he hadnât pointed the gun at his headâto say that he hadnât played with the trigger. But what would that prove?
âYeah.â
Silence.Â
He drank more, swallowed sluggishly, the motion exhausting him. His eyes closed, he slackened his chin.Â
âWhy?â
âBecause I wanted to die,â he rasped, throat feeling raw. He let his mouth stay open while he drifted slightly. He felt the covers be pulled back up and a thumb brush his cheek.Â
âBut I donât want you to die,â she whispered, hot breath on his ear. He cracked his eyes open to faintly see the glisten of wet on her cheek. He breathed out through his noseâalmost like a laugh. Should have thought of that when you married someone else, he wanted to sayâwanted to scorn her. He pulled at the restraints that were purposely there. They knew heâd inflicted his own injury. She just wanted to hear him say it. But he was far, far past his breaking point.Â
Disclaimer: This contains spoilers for Buried Hearts.
Continued from: One | Two |
His hand quivered while he raised the barrel of the gun and kissed it against the warmth of his skin. The cool, spiritless metal pressed in while the visage of his fatherâs dying eyes bore into his soul. It ached. The handle shook while the tears squeezed out of his eyes. It built and built, and his finger pressed almost to the clickâalmost to that moment he begged himself for.Â
It dropped. The gun fell heavy against the lines on his hands with the breath he was holding in. Hand shaking so bad, it dropped. It dropped and fired.
Bang.Â
âAGH!!â Dongju cried out, clutching at his side where the all-too familiar coal of fire burst through his skin, tearing into his flesh. Thick. Hot. It spattered out of him as he dropped sideways onto the floor of the yacht, laughingâlaughing until his lips were red like the lipstick Eunnam wore. Was this a punishment?Â
âYou had to⊠shoot me again?â He grated out, the amusement dripping out to join the spreading pool beneath him. Instead of dying instantly, heâd bleed out here? He clutched at the wound, the sticky red seeping between his fingers. He laughed until he lost his breath. The sweet, sweet irony. His head dropped to the side, sweaty bangs falling over his eyes as the muscles in his face went lax.Â
