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Rok Soo didn't understand what was going on. First, he was on the battlefield with his hyungs along with the Vanguard Team.
Then there were too many monsters; they were basically huddling them around. That is until an explosion happened.He felt like his skin was peeling, stinging from second-degree burns.
He didn't like this; no, he wanted to die peacefully if it were to come to that. He didn't want to feel pain before meeting the big man upstairs.
Rok Soo just hoped that he'd still meet with his hyungs in the afterlife or in another life. Even with the people he befriended along the way.
Unless you were to tell him that he would wake up to the sounds of a crying baby and screams while being such a tiny infant— he would probably tell you to fuck off and redo your head wires.
But no, somehow, he turned into a baby. He couldn't speak, and he couldn't move that well, only flapping his hands as his legs were tied from quilts.
Weird, why is there so much crying beside him? He's not even opening his mouth! Rok Soo, still an infant, turned his head to the side and was met with two wailing babies.
The middle one was crying too much, while the one farther on the end was softly crying.
What the fuck?? He wanted to curse out loud. Who are these babies right beside him? And why is the middle one shouting so loud??
Kim Rok Soo's right ear felt like it was about to burst from the screams.That is until a figure, blurry at first, approached the supposed crib that they were lying in.
The figure had beautiful long red hair that reached his shoulders."Oh my… please do not cry." The figure spoke, voice too soft for a man, but to his surprise, it was.
The redhead carried the middle one in his arms, cradling the baby as it quieted down. While his other hand went to the other soft, wailing baby, gently caressing his cheek to make the infant calm down, which worked.
Rok Soo suddenly felt a pang in his heart. Is this... his guardian? He felt nervous at first, and the baby instincts started out of nowhere, his mittened hands suddenly flailing around as he cried softly.
The redhead who heard this chuckled softly. "Shhh… Papa is here." The individual placed the middle one back in the crib, as he carried the now-crying baby, Kim Rok Soo.
He feels embarrassed to be held like this, but since he was a baby, he could let this pass, the redhead's arms were filled with comfort and such gentleness that Rok Soo thought he was being held by a cloud.
"Welcome to the world, my precious treasures."That was the last thing Rok Soo heard before he fell asleep in his supposedly familial arms
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