#tcf fic

being in some stressful and busy periods of my life, my constant reassurance has been repeating "i am kim roksoo" over and over again kim dokja style. When life hits you just gotta pretend you're a 36-year-old workaholic ahjussi with a leadership position at your terrible job but with people u wanna protect and operate at breakneck level of efficiency like your decade-long grief will devour you if you are idle for even a second. This is also helps because you're holding out hope for your eventual transmigration where you get to adopt every unfortunate blorbo you come across and have All The Money In The World to make them happy and safe and sheltered and well-fed and also maybe get forced into a healing arc.

new chap of grief out just gonna drop this here