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grinsgrimmy · 2 months ago

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ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩 𝖪𝖨𝖬 𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖢𝖧𝖤𝖮𝖫 𝗑 𝖠𝖥𝖠𝖡!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

CHILDHOOD FRIEND COMPLEX

๋࣭⭑ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢𖹭 oneshot ~ . (2376 words)

sum. mincheol could not handle the thought of being friends when he looked back at you

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note : rushed ending soz (╥﹏╥)

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“are you sure you guys are just friends?”

you spat out your drink as such a foolish question was uttered from mincheol's dormmate's lips. you turn your head to him with a baffled and shock expression, flustered by the sudden wonder.

meanwhile, kim mincheol was staring at his friend with an equally as shocked and disgusted expression as you had.

though his cheeks were flush red, but you failed to notice it as your attention was taken to mincheol's friend.

it was sheer silence for a few seconds before mincheol, having recovered from the shock quicker than you did, coolly answered with, “nah man,” he said with a nonchalant tone, that may have sounded too forced on his end.

you then nod with his words, “i would rather be in a mental asylum than date him." you exclaim with an earnest yet playful tone, which earned a jab to my side from mincheol.

the friend sweatdropped, glancing between you and mincheol. he chose to pipe up again, “so... why are you two so close to each other?” pointing out quite the irony between their denial and actions.

mincheol had his arm draped over your shoulders while you were pressed against his side as if snuggling.

both of you did not move from such a considerably intimate position. you even snuggled closer against mincheol due to how comfortable it was.

“you're thinking too much into it,” you drawled out before yawning. mincheol nodded wordlessly, agreeing.

his friend gave a silent deadpan. his eyes moving between you to mincheol, to the pseudo-cuddle position you two were initiating.

he made a blanched noise before waving his hand and leaving the dorm he shared with mincheol, “you both are gross. i'm leaving,”

mincheol let out a tiny scoff, watching his dormmate leave.

silence ensued for a few seconds before a bubbling laughter came out of mincheol, “what the hell was that about?” he asked dryly with a mild laughter, which you followed along, laughing.

mincheol glanced at you in silence.

suddenly, he stretched your cheek with his finger and thumb. he laughed at your expression being stretched, deeming it a ridiculous look on you.

“what was that for?!” you reeled back, glaring at him. however, mincheol only laughed again.

his only made you aware of how close you are to him.

with only inches away from his lip—

you quickly push him away by his face, making him recoil in shock as he yelped, “what the hell?!” he yelled, fighting against your hands.

it led to the two of you wrestling on the floor, insulting and screaming at each other. though, once you calmed down, you became aware of the position it brought you in.

an expression of horror came upon your face as you screeched in your head.

ah.

you were lying on the floor, with mincheol hovering above you.

he seemed confused as to why you seemed so surprised, but he managed to figure out why when he looked down at your chest— he realised how close he was to them. slowly, it made his own cheeks red.

you coughed awkwardly before feigning a chuckle, flustered. you were waiting for him to move.

he caught on. his eyes zeroed onto your shy, flustered expression.

damn.

was all mincheol could think about, nonchalantly fawning over your adorable expression. you had always been cute since the two of you met. that opinion of his about you stuck to him until then.

it looked even better with you under him too.

he quickly snapped himself out of his stupor.

a few seconds of silence before mincheol grumbled under his breath.

you were making his mind go crazy, really.

mincheol should not be having such obscene thoughts about you.

you barely did anything, but it was enough for him to fall for you all over again.

mincheol's cheeks were turning redder and redder. it did not help that you were under him right now—

stop thinking about it!

his face was becoming a tomato at that point.

mincheol grasped your hips with his larger hands. without a second thought, he brought you onto his lap. his eyes drawled onto yours, then flicked to your lips.

“can i kiss you?”

he asked abruptly in a husky tone that definitely did ruffle you.

mincheol tried to act nonchalant, but there was a tiny hesitance in his tone with the way his eyes occasionally glanced elsewhere.

huh?

your eyes were blown wide open at his question. your brain malfunctioned, owlishly blinking to process it.

without your response, he can not take this any longer.

mincheol deflated, groaning as he rested his forehead on your shoulder. “i can't deal with this...” mumbling under his breath, he raised his head.

mincheol's face was too close to yours.

his gaze was earnest, if not a little desperate. with flushed cheeks, he begged in a hush tone, “give me a nod or something, please.” he wanted, at least, your permission before he did something dumb.

you stammered between yes and no, your brain blanking out, which caused you to wordlessly nod without a second thought.

your mind was too caught up with how close you were to him to even fathom that you were going to kiss your best friend.

then, you blink with realisation.

you were going to kiss your best friend.

“w, wait, mincheol, we shouldn—” stammering out, you lean back from him when you finally thought twice about what was happening. mincheol's eyes narrowed, clicking his tongue at your sudden defiance.

he grasped the back of your head with his palm, catching you by surprise. “you can't back out now,” he muttered with a pout, refusing your defiance. “you agreed. yes is a yes.”

mincheol dived down to your lips, capturing you in a desperate kiss. ‌

you could feel the warmth of his lips against yours. it felt urgent and clumsy yet incredibly passionate.

mincheol's hand cradled the back of your head. he kissed you like he meant it, as though he had been waiting for such an opportunity since forever.

you, on the other hand, was teetering between shock at what was happening and the affection blooming within your chest for him.

you gave in. with relaxed shoulders, you allowed yourself to enjoy the sensation.

you could hear it coming back. that one loud thought of yours that had been prominent and haunting you since you met mincheol.

how much you really love him.

hence, being able to kiss him was a dream come true to you, yet you still felt incredibly wrong.

you parted your lips from the kiss, regaining your composure.

this is your best friend. your idiot, best friend.

with a slight shake of your head, you lean back from his face, flustered, “you idiot...”

mincheol did not bother to respond to your quiet insult, his mind in a haze from the kiss. he pouted, realising he still wanted to kiss you.

despite his needy moment, you managed to notice the vulnerability in his eyes.

was he thinking the same thing as you were?

will we regret what we did?

“what?” mincheol asked, his voice a rough whisper from the kiss. of course, he also knew what you were thinking about.

you both were thinking about it.

his eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips. he chose to lean close towards your face. he gave a grin, as if reassuring you.

you gulped, stammering. attempting to lean back, the hand that cradled the back of your head forced you to remain still.

“are we really just friends?” mincheol finally asked, raising an eyebrow. a wobbly smirk tugged onto his lips, confident yet unsure all the same.

for a moment, he deflated. sighing as he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours, “don't you think we've always been more than that?” he whispered in a hush tone.

your eyes widened. you picked up on his tone of voice. insecurity and doubtful. despite mincheol seeming to always look confident, assertive, and focused, he was plagued with insecurities over himself.

with your silence, he let out a dry laughter. it sounded sad and painful. “if you want me to stop, just say it,” mincheol's eyes finally met yours. “i'll stop, really.”

mincheol's words hung in the air, heavy and raw of emotions. as he often had throughout your friendship, he allowed you to brush off that moment as one of his playful actions and nothing more.

however, you could see it— see through him. his fingers were trembling slightly as they gently gripped onto you. the vulnerable and pleading glint within his eyes, masked behind a hazy, nonchalant grin.

this was mincheol. the mincheol. the one who did not hide his emotions from you. you could see what he meant in his eyes alone.

does he like you?

does the kim mincheol, your best friend for years, likes you back?

your mind could barely process that information. you were in sheer disbelief since you had a secret crush on him for years.

you had a disbelief inkling that he felt the same for a while, but you never could have guaranteed it yourself.

but since he had confirmed it at that moment, you realised how unprepared you were to actually hear it.

in all honesty, you wanted to court and confessed to him first.

with your own trembling fingers, you raised your hand to cup his cheeks. giving a small, wobbly smile of your own, “mincheol,” your voice barely a whisper, “i like you.”

mincheol's eyes widened in disbelief as your words settled between you two like a fragile glass waiting to shatter. the air grew thick with tension, your confession hung in the space like a long-awaited breath.

he remained frozen, as if time itself had paused for him.

at his silence, the warmth of his presence began to wane, replaced by a surge of anxiety.

did you misread his feelings?

was your confession going to risk your friendship?

but before more of those thoughts could spiral further, a smile broke across mincheol's face. a genuine, wide smile, as if he were thrilled at my words.

he let out a warm, almost disbelief laughter, one that made you flustered yet relieved.

the hand that was still on the back of your head pushed you closer to his face. “can i kiss you again?” with a soft smile and eyes gazing back at you with adoration.

you mutely nodded.

mincheol captured your lips in another kiss, but that one felt different. he was more confident, more tender.

that kiss became the guaranteed answer for you.

kim mincheol does like you back.

slowly, his hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer as if you were the missing piece he had been searching for years.

you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to be melted against him, losing yourself within the warmth and affection of the kiss like a cozy blanket.

you could feel the mix of excitement, tenderness, and longing. as if it was long awaited and yearned for.

soon, you both finally broke the kiss apart, breathless and dazed. you focused on his dazed, flushed face, you could not help but let out a soft laugh.

he gave a sheepish grin as a response before glancing back at your lips then back to you, as if searching for permission. you gave him a gentle, affectionate smile whilst wrapping your arms around his neck.

mincheol leaned in again, this time kissing you deeper and more passionately, as if he did not wish for it to end.

his lips moved against yours with a hungry urgency, and his hands around your waist pulled you in deeper.

mincheol pulled back, gasping for air. you could feel the exhilaration dancing in the space between you two.

mincheol gave a silly, wide grin. “i like you too,” he said, out of breath and flustered. with eyes sparkling with sincerity, mincheol shifted slightly, leaning back just enough to look directly into your eyes.

“i’ve liked you for a long time. i thought I’d mess everything up if I said something. i never wanted to ruin what we had.” he muttered earnestly before letting out a scoff, “now it sounds stupid.”

a grin broke out onto your face. you let out a flustered laugh. “well, you are stupid.” mincheol's eyes widened in mock offense. he clutched his chest dramatically.

“stupid? i literally accepted your confession, and you're calling me stupid." he pouted, though his eyes betrayed his words as they had a playful and amused glint in them.

you rolled your eyes. “i guess we're both idiots for never admitting it.” mincheol groaned, but he had a grin on his face, lolling his head to the side, “let's not talk about it. it's really embarrassing.”

you nodded. you both were never the ones to really like cheesy things like this. in fact, both of you were considered bold and never beat around the bush.

except both of your feelings, you suppose.

“but i guess we're not friends anymore,” you added, mulling over it. mincheol let out a bark of laughter, grinning, “what? want me to call you my girlfriend?” he taunted.

his words made you playfully repulse, “that sounds gross!” a look of disgust came onto your face. the two of you dissolved into a shared laughter at the absurdity of it all.

mincheol returned his hand to the back of your head, pulling you into another hungry kiss. as you melted into the kiss, the world around you faded away.

it felt as if it was only you two, finally no longer just friends.

thankfully his dormmate did not return until hours later.

“i'm dating mincheol,”

you announced abruptly to your group of friends, stammering out the news before gazing at them expectantly.

but their reaction was not what you expected.

“finally!”

“took you so long,”

“when's the marriage?”

one of your friends made a sobbing noise, wiping his fake tear with a tissue. “i thought I would grow old first.”

you stared at them with confusion, then your mind clicked.

“wait, wait, wait, what do you guys mean finally?!”

you screeched out, causing them to laugh.

apparently your friends had been betting on when you would end up with mincheol since they met him.

which was three semesters ago.

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#⌞୨ৎ⌝ . fics #childhood friend complex #manhwa x reader #kim mincheol x reader #mincheol x reader #fluff

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chronically-absentminded · 1 month ago

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2 reasons I’m posting this,

1. I want the Tears on a Withered Flower fandom to grow on Tumblr

2. I need to vent cause, HOW THE FUUCCK does the greenest, green flag, now not flag, FUCKIN’ FOREST just die!! Like, Mincheol got her gifts, saved up money to get her a phone, saved her from bullies, AND took beatings from people because he saved her! I just… I can’t believe it, like I understand why Na Hae-Soo is still hung up on him after everything he’s done! God… it hurts and it’s so scary cause this is a real life situation and occurrence which is insane.

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#tears on a withered flower #tears on a withered flower kang mincheol #tears on a withered flower na hae-soo #kang mincheol #na hae soo #tears on a withered flower angst #tears on a withered flower na hae soo #na hae-soo

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pruneunfair · 3 months ago

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My feelings on: part 8, Tears on a withered flower: the most annoying fandom to date so far.

I ask if this one was really that great since I've been seeing it all over the place on tiktok and Instagram and reading it myself, I can see why it would garner an audience because it's another "working woman finds a better man after her loser ex cheats on her with a stupid damsel girl" type story. It's kinda good but in my opinion: it's not THAT good but there is only 23 chapters I read so far so I'll let it marinate before I actually start going after it for the plot.

What I really wanna talk about is the fanbase of tears on a withered flower because while the manhwa community does have a problem with internalized misogyny this specific fanbase takes the cake.

I don't like saying the term "glazing" but it's the only way to accurately describe the way they treat the FL Na Haesoo because they are absolutely feral. First off, I've seen them lose their shit over other fans simply saying "I think that this female character has a prettier design then Hae soo." And these stans reply with the most immature and even down right laughable comebacks. I took some screenshot of a tears of the wither flower slide show to give you an idea.

"Hae soon is the main character for a reason."

Who's gonna tell them that protagonists can be written poorly?

Trust me, I'm sure no one's jealous of a fictional character.

Okay the context basically was that Hae soos coworker was just being real with her based on what she knows about Hae soos life and apparently fans took that as her being jealous and when people who actually read the god damn plot and use their critical thinking to point this out, the stans basically go "nuh uh" and continue to scream even louder. Personally when I read that chapter i took it as brutal honesty, from her perspective Tae Ha was hitting on a married woman and the two barely knew eachother. A little harsh but she's not jealous of Hae soo 😭 like we barely know this girl!

I think the most complained about aspect of tears on a withered flower is the anatomy, specifically the anatomy of all the characters your supposed to really like/care about.

I don't mind that Hae Soo is built like that cause while her anatomy definitely is unrealistic it's also a cartoon comic and cartoons have lots of bizarre forms of anatomy that don't always need to be accurate. With that said I don't find it a coincidence that the FL who is the most fleshed out and only grown woman who isn't meant to be disliked or made fun of is a tsunade cup sized babe with big thighs, a tiny waist, a nice butt, and a baby face.

Yeah I'll say it: Hae soo is another example of authors wanting to make a non conventionally attractive woman since she's supposed to be older (like 33) who is also overworked so she doesn't take care of herself but in the end they didn't have the balls to actually go through with it so they not only gave Hae soo an amazing figure and hair but they also gave her a clear face, tiny lips and barely noticeable eye bags which I still can't tell if they're even eye bags or just her eyelashes.

When anyone even dares to point out that Hae Soo's design is weirdly propionate compared to the other female characters you get hid with the "Your just jealous that you can't have a man like Tae Ha!!"

look i don't mind disproportionate anatomy in cartoon comics but if you give me character designs with more accurate proportions, I'm going to choose the latter for prettier looking designs.

Another thing about this manhwa was the dialog. I like it at times because it can be so poetic.. and then they just throw in some comically evil sentences for the villains that most sane people would not make the public aware of in a modern day setting. It's not something that really annoys me I just thought it was fun to laugh at every now and again while reading.

conclusion: I think the best way to describe tears on a withered flowers fanbase is kinda like how Netflix treats Bigmouth. No, TOTWF is definitely no where near levels of uncomfortable as Bigmouth but it's in the way that it really isn't as good as everyone claims, it's okay at first and then it got old and some people started opening up that the thought Bigmouth was garbage only for a bunch of stans to barge in with "You just don't get it!!" People won't let it go, they keep insisting it's the best piece of work to exist and anyone who doesn't like it is a jealous loser.

#tears on a withered flower #na hae soo #beom taeha #Do heeji #Ari #Kang mincheol #webcomic #Manhwa

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hopefultimemachinedelusion · 2 months ago

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#webtoon #childhood friend complex #sokkubchingu complex #kim mincheol #lee ha-neul #mincheol kim #lee haneul #mincheol x heaneul

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keouil · 1 month ago

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down must fall the sky

in hell, they leave the love in. it’s important to remember that, thinks mincheol, on the bed of a girl he’s known barely a year with the same color palette as haesoo but not quite: the love was there. it was always there. it’s the life part they screwed up just a touch. 1k. haesoo/mincheol. also on ao3.

You are shaking fists & trembling teeth. I know: You did not mean to be cruel. That does not mean you were kind. Sometimes, I think you forget. I am not God. I do not forgive.

VENETTA OCTAVIA

Maybe my life is trying to tell me something. These days, I want to wander, But the past still needs me. How could I ever leave?

HUA XI

花

In hell, they leave the love in.

It’s important to remember that, thinks Mincheol, on the bed of a girl he’s known barely a year with the same color palette as Haesoo but not quite: The love was there. It was always there. It’s the life part they screwed up just a touch.

⊹

Mincheol first meets Haesoo under the awning of a bus stop.

It’s raining, the first pour they’ve had all summer, and when you live in the slums of Seoul with practically no heat management system in place: you take your victories and spin them into gold. He jogs down the stone steps, yells out a Sell well, halmeoni! to the pajeon seller who always goes door to door first thing in the morning, and helps out a policeman wrangle a few kindergarten kids to safety on the pedestrian lane. There was a community here, thinks Mincheol, the same way ragtag people find themselves gravitating towards each other and making the most of what life hands to them at the bottom of the barrel.

Mincheol bumps into her on the way down the steps to the bus stop, milk bread in his mouth and spun silk in her hair.

“Oh,” he says, and then: “Hello.”

⊹

She was beautiful, by the gods she always was; but even more so, thought Mincheol then, her heart. She was quiet in her kindness, and kept to herself in class where he was great and grand and loud. The sort of beautiful to write home about, the way her eyes lit up just a fraction when they went flower viewing in spring; or the elegant slope of her neck that had his heart stopping when she bent down to pick one up; or the almost hesitant, almost shy way she offered up the tiniest smile along with the dandelion she presented to him: heart on her sleeve and longing lodged in his throat.

Haesoo was the kind of beautiful you marry young.

The one you make a life partner out of. The one that when both of you stroll past the streets of Myeongdong, will have people stop for a second, and re-assess and double back: because yes, Mincheol had been there himself: She is real and she is mine. There are great, grand, loud things he has planned for them: a penthouse suite overlooking the Han River, a vacation house in Jeju they can summer in, the whole world on a platter, it seemed, if she asked; and by the gods, he was going to give that all to her.

⊹

They go to the same college. Mincheol takes up an internship at a multinational company and complains of long days of being a glorified errand boy, but Haesoo, Haesoo: in the little rundown apartment by Ilsan they pay way too much for way too little, always managed to assemble a few loose ingredients to make sundubu jiggae and arrange them in a fashion like a king’s meal long before he even gets to toe his shoes off. Haesoo who turns to him in the doorway and says with so much delicacy, so much honesty, so much heart: “Mincheol-ah,” and then, “Welcome home”, and then, “You worked hard”; that always has his heart racing, years after and long after.

I love you, he would always say back. I love you and I want us both to eat well.

⊹

When they lie in bed at night on the futon passed down to them by Mincheol’s parents, the one that was hard on the back and had him offering up his pillow to her instead: he’d turn to her, quiet in the night, with a voice as soft as liquid silk: I’m going to take care of you.

⊹

The love was there. It was always there.

It was never a problem until it became the problem.

⊹

Mincheol marries Haesoo to no fanfare: There, the girl at the legal office said as she slid the papers their way, It’s done. Mincheol could only look on in equal parts awe and dumbstruckness at the tangible evidence of the very real thing they just did that was going to impact their lives now in a very real way. Haesoo, though, when she lifts her head to look at him: It’s done? she asks, still so timid and lovely and soft, Are we really—

And Mincheol heaves her up in his arms, smothers her with kisses and even more declarations of his love, all the way until they reach the expensive yakiniku place they have no money to spend on but decide fuck all because:

“Yes,” says Mincheol, breathless, still just looking at her and not believing she was real and she was his and he was hers and they were standing at the edge of the world or staring down at it, daring it to bite back. “We’re really.”

⊹

The mortgage on their first home is bleeding both of them dry, but they’re married and young and excited to do life with each other. It’s imperfect like how most marriages go, but for the first time in their lives, they have a real shot at making it out of the slums and building the bricks on a life they can slowly start chipping away on.

“When it gets too hard,” whispers Haesoo, brushing a few strands of hair away from his face when they face each other on the bed after Mincheol gets another job rejection the third time that week. “We attack the problem and not each other. Always. Okay?”

Mincheol tugs her further into him. “Okay,” he says, and then: “Okay.”

⊹

But:

⊹

The world and life, though.

It catches up to you.

It bites back.

⊹

Mincheol starts working overtime. Haesoo takes on more shifts and more part-time jobs. In a moment of pure desperation and Haesoo shivering on the floor because they’re three payments late on electricity, Mincheol tucks her in all the jackets he has and leans down to ghost a kiss on her forehead and tenders all he has left to give: I’m going to take care of you.

He leaves in the middle of the night in nothing but his t-shirt and a number he swore to never call.

⊹

The next day, all their bills are paid.

⊹

The next month, the loan sharks start banging on their door.

⊹

Mincheol tries hiding it all from her, from pretty and sweet and delicate Haesoo; he takes on a few side-hustles, invests in start-ups, even does a little black market trading on the down low. Some of them stick but not enough.

But the love, thinks Mincheol, it’s still there.

It’s always going to be there. You don’t brave through the jaws of death growing up poor and not know a thing or two about gratefulness, or feeling tethered to someone you did all that clawing through with. Haesoo is still as beautiful as the day the first drop of rain soaked through her uniform, that had him blushing and pushing his blazer to her chest, that had him flushing and sputtering all throughout his senior year until he finally plucked enough courage to rip out the first button of his uniform and hand it to her, hands shaking, with a smile that was just as shaky: “Will you go out with me?”

She said yes, and damn her for saying yes all those years ago, because now; now Mincheol was indebted. He felt indebted to will the fantasy life he wanted for her, this girl who never asked for anything but deserved so much more than canned tuna for dinner and a husband who always came home late; this girl who took one look at his tired face from a long night and wordlessly took off his jacket and shoes for him, deposited him on their banged up couch, and started quietly working out the kinks in his muscles; this girl with the face, as soft as a lily pad, hum lullabies to him when the stress met his dreams and he kept thrashing in bed; who, at her first spun song, his heart will always tender itself to.

He doesn’t deserve her. He knows he doesn’t deserve her. But it’s hard to forget a mouth that loves you, even more so, thinks Mincheol: one that you know has been the only one to ever love you as completely and nakedly as you are.

⊹

The anger, then. That’s new.

⊹

Things Haesoo has lied to him about over the years:

“Yes, I already ate.”

“It’s just a bad sprain.”

“I don’t need to go to the hospital.”

“I wasn’t late to work.”

“I don’t need to take a day off.”

“I’m not hungry, you can have the last bite.”

“I’m okay.”

⊹

So when the bills are piling up and loan sharks are barking down your door and your wife is crying herself to sleep every night, thinks Mincheol, bitterly: This is marriage.

But how could he direct all that hatred to her, on stable and supportive and enduring Haesoo? Who has only ever known to be there for him when times were rough and especially then when they weren’t? She’s become too trusting of him. She’s become too dependent on the stability of their love that she thought would have survived anything. He couldn’t fault her for that. He couldn’t get mad at her for believing in life when he’d gone through hell and back to shield its ugliest parts from her.

⊹

So he punishes himself instead.

⊹

When a young brunette co-worker invites him out for drinks the next week, he only hesitates just the second before saying yes.

#na haesoo #kang mincheol #beom taeha #tears on a withered flower #manhwa #fic

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