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Do kyungsoo was born on the 12th of January 1993 to Admiral Do and Mrs Do, he was a chubby little baby with wide wide round eyes and midnight raven hair. While other babies would protest in loud wails after being forced into the sunlight, Do Kyungsoo blinked open his eyes and took in his surroundings in absolute quiet.
Neither did he yell nor did he fuss, he just quietly took the gentle proddings of the doctor's fingers in utter calmness, he sensed whatever the doctor was checking was absolutely important so he remained completely still only blinking his big monolided eyes in quick succession.
Although perplexed by the quiet baby's behaviour, the doctor having carried out thorough pronounces little Kyungsoo completely fine, swaddled in the finest linens and snug in the warm embrace of his mother's dainty arms, Do Kyungsoo is welcomed into the household of the Dos.
The Dos were a rich bunch, they lacked for nothing so it was only normal that Kyungsoo grew up in the lap of luxury itself, he wore the finest clothes, had the latest toys and would seat in between his parents every sunday in the back seat of their sleek Mercedes as Mr Jung the butler drove them all to sunday mass. To the community the Dos were the ideal family afterall Mr Do is a respected retired Admiral of the fleet with a broad built stature and a booming voice that seems to echo into the distance while Mrs Do is a beautiful dainty woman with wide eyes like her son, kind, soft spoken, patient, demure and always ready and willing to help others.
What Kyungsoo loves best about his mother is her soft brown tresses that has a streak of silver running down its middle cascading softly in loose curls down her back, he would always stare at it in the mirror whenever his mother would brush his own black hair into its permanent bowl cut style she would personally cut every saturday to maintain its ever growing length. How kyungsoo loves his mother, and would always wonder if his father loves his mother as much as he does. Afterall if you love someone, you should cherish them, you should protect them, you should never hit them or shout at them or hurt them right?
Right?
Little Kyungsoo is confused.
He doesn't know the answer.
You see the reason little Kyungsoo is confused is because while his father was kind, patien and loving to the rest of the world, he was the absolute opposite at home who wined and dined with the devil himself. He would often drink a lot of the gold amber liquid he always had perched atop his office desk. After drinking, he would then go on to hit kyungsoo's mother over the head after one of their numerous loud arguments. Whenever Kyungsoo tries to protect his mother with his frail and tiny frame, he would often get flung to the other side of the room like a ragdoll and if his mother tries to stop his father from raining down more blows on his tiny body, she would get threatened with that sleek black and shiny object his father always kept in the third drawer of his desk.
He has seen this object a lot in those movies he would sneak at night to watch, he knew it would make a loud 'bang' followed by the silence of whoever was in its path. He clearly understood the power the shiny black object held in its grasp. After his rants he would slam every door in the house on his way out to that place his mother called 'the palour house'.
As a result of this little Kyungsoo has come to really dislike loud noises and would choose to wander away from the house to Mr Song the gardener's hut where they would often play games he could tell no one about. By the time Kyungsoo clocked five, he had learnt to always stay quiet at home lest he triggers one of his father's tantrums whenever he takes his 'anger potion'. He also learnt how to keep himself company because as the only child in a vast estate, there was no one his age to play with and besides he got to visit the neighbourhood playground on special occasions when his mother was able to cover up Admiral Do's marks on her face.
Being kept indoors all day had therefore taught Kyungsoo how to explore the corners of his mind, to weave as many realities as his imaginations could. He loves the control he could exercise over his thoughts and the reality around him, he likes the fact that he could bend his thoughts whichever way he pleases. To him the ability of the mind to conjure up infinite dreams is God's greatest gift to mankind and he would siently disagree with Father Joon's sermons on the other wonderfuls gifts of nature bestowed upon us by Yahweh.
At age seven,Kyungsoo had grown into a very quiet boy who spoke in few words only when it's absolutely necessary. Another peculiar thing about Kyungsoo was that he never cried, even after being used as his father's relief punching bag on numerous occasions. Admiral Do was no longer satisfied with only plummeting his wife with his fists and had decided to add Kyungsoo to the mix because according to Admiral Do, Kyungsoo's entire being was a mistake, from his porcelain skin to his slight figure. The feature he however abhorred the most were Kyungsoo's eyes.
'Get those devil eyes out of my sight, I can't stand the sight of it staring at me like it can see right into the depth of my soul', was Admiral Do's mantra.
Kyungsoo doesn't understand what is wrong with his eyes, he would often stare into the mirror for hours to get a glimpse into his own soul only to be met with a swimming sea of black within the larger ocean of white. He therefore concludes that his father's soul must be devoid of any light, pitch black. A complete contrast to the white he wore both in and outside of the home.
Kyungsoo was only four the first time he was hit by his father, he had also been dressed in complete white just like his father.
Maybe that's why his father detested his eyes, Kyungsoo therefore concludes in his little heart.
He hates white.