i don't eat food made by other people

i am yoo joonghyuk

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유중혁 ― RP Blog for the 999th Regression of Yoo Joonghyuk from Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint ― Loved by Kari

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❝ There is no pain in this world that I would not endure to keep them safe. There is no ending worth reaching without them at my side. ❞

[dokseoga]

we made it a few steps from our position when the kkoma [ 999 ]'s plea captures my attention again. a sharp pressure on my shoulder , i look down to find my companion desperately grasping at the lapels of my coat , face pinched into a dreadful expression as his hand fisted into bunched fabric. desperately preventing another fall. quelling his discomfort , i offer him my open palm to fall safely against.

“ you need help ? ” i affirm , voice lilting in inquiry while letting [ 999 ] regain a semblance of balance within my offered palms. when i read the 999th round's yoo joonghyuk's story , i recalled despair as a close companion , battling between resentment and intrigue to read more of his story ⎯⎯ now the very man lay pitifully as he looked to me with an all - too familiar expression. words weren't needed to explain anything.

guilt welled faintly within me. i plant my feet firmly to the ground now , footfalls slowing down into a complete spot as i lent [ 999 ] more assistance. the yoo joonghyuk who had experienced the 99th round had gone through many trials and setbacks , all for the wellbeing of his companions. one could see it , i had cheered for him silently when reading his story.

careful as not to drop him again , i twist my arm to grab hold of his prosthetics , first assisting as much as i could in attaching the arm prosthesis , with him being in his minaturized form. the leg was next , offered to him to take.

the clearing was still a little ways away , the winds have started to pick up slightly , swaying n'gai forest's towering trees. hopefully a storm wasn't brewing. “ ... we can rest for a while. ”

[skybrokensword]

It is humiliating to let himself fall into the other man's palms, but he had little other choice. For all Kim Dokja acted a hero in life or death situations, when it came to the more mundane grievances of life, this man was truly useless, wasn't he?

It would almost be endearing if Yoo Joonghyuk wasn't suffering the consequences of it.

At least he didn't have to fall a second time.

Laying prone on Kim Dokja's free hand as if he were little more than a doll, he lifts up part of his shirt to make it easier for the other to slot his arm back into place. He did his best to not think about how humiliating it was to be in this position. The magical nature of his prosthetics limited the amount of fumbling necessary, but Yoo Joonghyuk's small size did not help matters. Back when he was alive, it wasn't this humiliating to be cared for by Lee Hyunsung and Uriel, was it?

He sighs in relief as he feels the magic click into place, fingers flexing automatically as the arm begins to re-calibrate to his body.

Sitting up and taking the proffered leg, Yoo Joonghyuk immediately sets to work feeding it through his pant leg, scrunching and stretching the fabric until he feels the prosthetic press against the stump of his thigh. It takes an unseemly amount of twisting and wriggling around—even necessitating lying against Kim Dokja's hand again—before the magic finally activates and his leg attaches once more.

He had mostly ignored Kim Dokja as the other man studied their surroundings, but hearing him suggest rest was much appreciated. His head still throbbed from where he hit it and the stumps of his limbs ached even with the prosthetics in place.

❝There's a large hollow in that tree just ahead. ❞ The weather of the forest was mercurial at best. A breeze could quickly turn into a monsoon. ❝ Just don't trip again. ❞

[dokseoga]

roots of the towering trees that cover n'gai forest's vast expanse winds across the labyrinth in snake - like patterns , it leaves nothing to imagination when one particularly patch of rough terrain had me lose footing. falling forwards ⎯⎯ unable to find anything sturdy to grasp on quickly as we tumble into the uneven terrain , only able to break my fall with outstretched hands.

well , hardly the worst thing that has happened so far. considering the forest's infamy for its dwellers ⎯ the outer gods uttering in hushed corners , overgrown trees that seemed to pierce the heavens should one crane their necks. it was creepy.

the rough voice of the fragment begs my attention. i turn to find the kkoma [ 999 ] slumped on top of a pile of fallen leaves , prosthetics strewn over the forest floor. the impact from the fall must have been more drastic for his size.

“ ... sorry , ” it comes out remorseful , standing up to brush my coat clean before stroding over to pick him and his prosthetics up , handing the limbs to him as soon as he was perched safely back onto my shoulder. “ anyways , the clearing should be farther up ahead. ”

[skybrokensword]

Yoo Joongghyuk winces as Kim Dokja picks him up, grip pressing too firmly on the tender stump of his arm as the whole of his body is enveloped by the other's hand. It's a rather rude gesture—one he would hardly tolerate under normal circumstances—to be picked up in such a careless way, as if he were a mere object. Still, he makes no sound of pain, nor protest.

His head spins unpleasantly as he is moved through the air. Were it not for the other man's ham-fisted grip, he would have likely fallen over had he been ferried up upon the other's palm as the Plotter typically did.

As it stands, he finds himself clinging to Kim Dokja's jacket for dear life as he and his prosthetics are perched precariously on the man's shoulder and left there while the idiot constellation attempts to change the subject. The kkoma glances over his own shoulder at the looming distance between himself and the forest floor once more and his stomach lurches.

A horrifying sense of dread and mortification envelopes him, as he glances between his carelessly placed prosthetics and his still trembling good arm's vice grip on the jacket.

❝ K-Kim Dokja! ❞ He brings his heel down forcefully as he can manage on the fool's shoulder as if that could somehow offset the awful flush creeping up his face. Ordinarily he would have no issue putting his own prosthetics back into place, even if his leg was a bit of a nightmare to get on at awkward angles, but this?! He was not interested in falling again, thank you!

❝ I can't—You need to, ugh... ❞ Shame and nausea twist his stomach in equal measure as he stumbles over his words. ❝ I can't put these on... Like this... ❞

[dokseoga]

demonic energy pulses underneath my skin , darkened veins snaking across my fingers a testament of my status as a constellation and leader of a nebula , yet underneath the outer god fragment's gaze , unholy being became plaything.

struggle against one of <eden>'s greatest relics , [ angelic steel ] , was futile ⎯ a tool meant to subdue demon kings in their haste to punish evil. some twisted ploy ?

“ of course i didn't forget , ” the continuous banter , accompanying me during the 94th scenario. his presence had been a constant , a kindred spirit.

fashioning my expression into neutrality , the panic swells and recedes underneath. scanning my surroundings , he looks to me with piercing eyes tinged with concern. holding his gaze in uninterrupted silence until he kneels , following his movements until he passes me to brush over my wings , twitching from the sudden ministrations. a touch too gentle.

“ you chained me here using a collar forged with such a great material as angelic steel just to leer ... conversation , then. ” well , i couldn't blame him , it was a compromising position to be in ⎯ a scandalous image an outside observer would surely balk at seeing us.

[skybrokensword]

Amusement swirled under an impassive face as Kim Dokja babbled on. It seemed that he managed to thoroughly unnerve the other man. Ah. A little more wouldn't hurt.

He moves his hand to run his fingers along Kim Dokja's jaw and tilt his face up ever so slightly. ❝ Bear with it a while longer. ❞

The fragment had already prepared a space to keep this little Demon King deep within the Plotter's N'Gai Forest, but the final wards had yet to be added. The forest itself might act as an effective enclosure―near impossible to enter or escape without the Plotter's express invitation―but the 999th Regression had no intention to share his prize.

A ward to conceal his little captive's presence from the other occupants, another to dampen Kim Dokja's specific powers... and perhaps one to bind the man to himself... once those were in order, he would allow his prize a less punishing collar.

❝ Allow me some of your feathers, and I'll take if off. ❞

[dokseoga]

the leather chafes against my skin where it's tied securely , tugging was useless , escape was futile. from my perch on the floor , the feathered wings that sprouted from my back had started to feel more like a weight that merely functioned to drag my body down.

the archangels of the ' eden ' nebula have access to such items , where had the outer god fragment acquired the ss-grade angelic steel item after the war on saints and demons have devastated both sides ? leaving scorched earth behind in their wake.

as long as i was contained within the bounds of the enchanted collar , ' demon king transformation ' wasn't so easily quelled. i looked up to him from below. this asshole , were these necessary ?

panic roils in the undercurrent , yet i look to him with a steady gaze , smiling sardonically in response to his statement. “ if you had wanted a proper conversation with me , i hardly think this arrangement calls for such. though , you'd loathe to beg. ”

[skybrokensword]

The 999th Regression of Yoo Joonghyuk was, arguably, the ❛ softest ❜ of his variations. The Plotter had said so on multiple occasions.

Yet that did not preclude him from having a vicious side.

Watching this little demon king tear himself apart so freely, over and over again... It ate at the tatters of his worn soul.

He could not abide simply watching any longer.

❝ A proper conversation? ❞ Ah, the poor thing didn't seem to realize. A pity. ❝ I'd say I had plenty conversation with you on your journey to the West, wouldn't you? Don't tell me you've already forgotten? ❞

He looked over Kim Dokja's squirming body with care. The poor thing seemed rather uncomfortable―moreso than he would expect from simply being chained up in an unfamiliar place. Hm.

The minute twitches of the demon king's feathers tipped him off.

❝ Mn... are you unable to move these? ❞ He crouched down to run the hand of his prosthetic lightly across the underside of Kim Dokja's wing bone. ❝ And you can't put them away either... An unintended side effect... ❞

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@dokseoga

❝ Kim Dokja... ❞ the fragment winced, dazed, as he sat up. Somehow, Kim Dokja had managed to trip, sending his own miniature body flying from his perch on the other's shoulder.

He hit the ground hard―head first―before bouncing several times, unable to stop or slow himself. Both his prosthetics had become dislodged in the process. His good arm trembled beneath him as he attempted to support his unbalanced weight.

❝ What the fuck was that? ❞

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@restoriedgod

His prosthetics, despite being magical in nature, tend to wear on him after a while. It's not pain, per say, but a sort of ache at the ends of his stumps. Like an overworked muscle.

He has removed them for the time being, unwilling to stand on ceremony with the illusion of 'wholeness' in front of his current visitor. There is no reason to.

Still, sitting sprawled across the soft cushion, propped up on one of the many plush pillows with his prosthetics tossed carelessly to the other end of the cushion, he finds himself awash with a pang of regret. His tablet and blanket are on the coffee table between himself and his visitor.

❝ If you're not going to leave me alone, make yourself useful, and hand me those, Han Sooyoung. ❞

[skybrokensword]

what if i made @silverxhearted

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@restoriedgod replied to your post:

han sooyoung vc: WHOSE DRUGS DO YOU THINK YOU'RE USING?? also haven't you learned to not question the constellations

❝ My drugs. Harvested from my forest. Which you never wrote about. ❞

@dokseoga replied to your post:

i slept good thanks but i wanna go on a walk

❝ No. ❞

[skybrokensword]

He put in the effort to drug the idiot suicidal twink in white, he's not sharing any time soon.

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@dokseoga

❝ The collar isn't coming off no matter how much you pick at it. ❞ The outer god fragment holds the chain attached to the aforementioned collar almost languidly, gazing down at the other man. As if there were merely a show dog at the end of it rather than the leader of a Nebula.

His face remains impassive, but he cannot help the undercurrent of amusement as he watches Kim Dokja's face. ❝ It may be padded with leather, but rest assured, it's forged with angelic steel, little Demon King. ❞

[auuwmk]

I GIVE UP. i guess part 2 to my biblically accurate 999 yjh

[skybrokensword]

i am yoo joonghyuk

❝ Did you kit your head? ❞ the fragment of the outer god banged his head against the fool's as if to knock sense back into it. ❝ Stop standing around talking nonsense. The dumpling stand will close in 20 minutes. ❞

[skybrokensword]

"i could write away your other eye, you know." [ restoriedgod ]

@restoriedgod

" You already did. Don't know how that's supposed to be a threat. "

[auuwmk]

biblically accurate 999 yjh. or somethinf. i wish people drew him more accurately to the novel descriptions.......he lost his limbs and both of his eyes to save each of his companions.....it's the physical proof of his sacrifice and love for them.......

part 2