#na hae soo

[chronically-absentminded]

An appreciation post for the chibi forms of Na Hae-Soo and Beom Tae-ha!

An additional 4 just for Na Hae-Soo cause she’s a QUEEN!!

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[pruneunfair]

Ari: a realistic overview of a mistress and manipulation.

I've talked a lot about how annoying the TOAWF is but now I'll go more into the actual story.

I have noticed the plot slowly getting to a slightly faster pace along with the dialog improving but the one thing I currently like about besides the realistic aspects of moving on from a toxic relationship is the mistress you'd normally expect to hate: Ari.

Ari is a 25 year old co worker who unknowingly became Mincheols mistress under the assumption that he was single. She is often portrayed as incredibly naive and even a tad childish in certain panels. Normally in manhwa mistresses are treated with even more contempt then the man, usually justifying this by making the mistress even worse then the cheater but Ari not only has no clue Micheol is still living with Hae soo but she's really not that terrible of a person outside of him, she's just an office worker with a crush and said crush never corrected her because he wanted to get petty revenge on the woman who was doing everything for him.

When she does find out the truth Ari is reasonably pissed off and leaves on the spot but a few chapters later she runs into Micheol again and starts to tell him off and he proceeds to basically tell her "yeah I'm a piece of shit alright, go find someone better because I'm just a loser" he guilt trips her and Ari runs back to him crying for him not to leave. A lot of readers took this as proof that Ari is a bitch who deserves to die and normally I would be upset that TOAWF would ruin the chance for women supporting women but with the context I don't think that's the narratives goal.

Ari believing Micheols shit and going back to him isn't supposed to be a way to convince the audience she's a bitch, it's a tragedy because Ari is going to become Micheols next victim of abuse and before you know it she's gonna end up just like Hae Soo if Micheol can't get back with his ex. That's what really sets Ari apart from other mistress characters in manhwa, instead of portraying her as another white lotus she is portrayed as an unknowing woman who was manipulated back into the cheaters arms after he guilt tripped her, Ari isn't evil she's a person with flaws like everyone else.

So far, I have hope that this story won't pit it's women against eachother for the sake of plot and it's just the toxic side of the fanbase misinterpreting the writing. (Please let this be the case 🙏)

[everth1ne]

Tears on a Withered Flowers - wallpapers

[lanatadelalecheaggria]

Beom Taeha 🫰🏻:

"Cuándo hablo de probar cosas nuevas... me refiero a probarme a mi"

[bingbingzscruffz]

Tears on a withered flower-

Yes, I’m into manwha now, real goodness, but real crazy, its all WIPS fuck. ALSO FUCK MNCHEOL!

[theasiaverse]

It's incredible how a simple gesture, like a gift, can change the course of things. Taeha, with the gifts Haesoo gave him, seems to have found something more than just a material object: there’s a hidden bond, an intensity growing between them. The kiss they shared, the second one, was a moment that shook them both, a sign that their emotions are now unstoppable.

Yet, it’s not just about affection, but also the attraction Taeha exerts with his gaze. There’s something in the way he looks that has an undeniable power, as if every action is meant to enchant and conquer. Haesoo, who thought she could introduce someone else into Taeha’s life, hadn’t anticipated that a kiss could be so much stronger than any unsaid word.

But then, shall we talk about Taeha's warrior look, straight out of the anime Princess Mononoke? 🤔😂

[mymagicalsubs]

look like Na Haesoo subliminal ( reupload)

mf youtube deleted my previous video, I had to create it again :'))

➺ 𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗡𝗔 𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗦𝗢𝗢 (𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭)

🧸𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 🧸𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚 🧸𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙨 🧸𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 🧸𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 & 𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙚 🧸𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 🧸𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨

➺ 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗦 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗡𝗔 𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗦𝗢𝗢 (𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭)

🧸𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙮 🧸𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 🧸𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙮𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮 🧸𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝 🧸𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙚 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 🧸𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨

➺ 𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗬 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗡𝗔 𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗦𝗢𝗢 (𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭)

🧸𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 + 𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 🧸𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 🧸𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 🧸𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚!

➺ 𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗢𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗡𝗔 𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗦𝗢𝗢 (𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭)

🧸 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 🧸 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚🧸 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚

➺ 𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗡𝗔 𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗦𝗢𝗢 (𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭)

🧸 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 🧸 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙠𝙮 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 🧸 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 🧸 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚

𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫: 🌷 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬�� & 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 🌷 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 🌷 ��𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲

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[zerocoded]

summary: you and taeha were born to be each other's only comfort.

authors note: beom taeha is hot and everything but he also needs comfort, am i right? idk, i felt like writing this, i'm sorry if it's bad, it's been a month or something that i don't sit down to write anything, UNI HAS BEEN MURDERING ME.

warnings and tags: oc x beom taeha • reader x beom taeha • lil angsty hehe • hurt/comfort • one kissy kissy • sfw content.

word count: 2k

it wouldn't be a stretch to say that beom taeha was your friend, but he made it seem as though you were complete strangers. that was the heir's art—luring his victims into a labyrinth of deception with nothing more than his charm and influence.

you and taeha grew up side by side, a bond carefully orchestrated by billionaire fathers with grand ambitions for their offspring. in a world ruled by predatory men and money-hungry beasts, you were both caught in a twisted web designed to transform you into something beyond human.

as the years passed, the scars of your shared past became both a burden and a weapon. once victims, you had slowly morphed into the very predators you once despised. each day was a silent battle between the lingering pain of your upbringing and the intoxicating allure of power and control.

in the dead of night, when the city slept under a veil of melancholy, you and taeha would meet in secret. these clandestine encounters were a mix of bitter reminiscence and unspoken vows of retribution. while taeha's smile masked a soul tormented by old wounds, yours revealed the weight of a thousand unspoken truths. together, you navigated a fragile alliance—both partners in a game of revenge and rivals bound by a shared destiny.

at some point, your paths were forcibly torn apart. no longer useful for your parents' grand designs, you were discarded as if the bond you once shared was nothing more than a convenient tool. the unbreakable ride-or-die pact of your childhood was shattered, leaving only memories of what had been. it wasn't until years later that you encountered beom taeha again—by then, he had become a hardened man molded by betrayal and loss, while you emerged as a resilient woman, defined by the quiet strength born of survival.

as teenagers, you both navigated the same high school corridors, where memories of a shared past resurfaced like a hazy dream. the unspoken chemistry between you felt almost magnetic—a mysterious pull that defied explanation. in the midst of youthful longing, love became intertwined with taeha’s all-consuming obsession and subtle manipulation. what began as a simple childhood crush gradually deepened into a desperate yearning as the years passed.

while every other girl clamored for taeha’s attention, you maintained a quiet resolve, secretly cherishing the moments that slipped away unnoticed. furtive kisses after class and stolen glances on the walk home became the language of your hidden connection—a silent rebellion against a world that sought to exploit your vulnerabilities. these tender exchanges, born from a past marred by betrayal and control, provided a fragile sanctuary in the midst of adolescent chaos.

even as the pressures of high school and the looming shadows of your parents’ ambitions threatened to tear you apart, those secret moments stitched together the fabric of your bond. in the quiet corners of classrooms and the dim glow of twilight, you both dared to dream of a future where love might overcome the legacy of manipulation—a future where the intensity of your connection could transform pain into a promise of liberation.

and then you graduated. at graduation, taeha made you feel cherished, his every look and touch a reminder of the love you both once thought was invincible. even as you stepped into the unknown future, his presence lingered like a soft echo of your shared past.

soon after, a shift began to reveal itself. taeha, once content with the quiet rebellion of stolen kisses and secret smiles, set his sights on a bolder destiny. no longer willing to be a mere pawn in his father's grand design, he craved to become the rightful heir of the family empire—defiantly casting aside the shadow of his older brother. it was a wild ambition, as unpredictable and fierce as taeha himself.

taeha changed just right before your eyes. his gentle, familiar gaze hardened into one of steely determination, and the playful charm you once knew transformed into a relentless drive for power. in this metamorphosis, you saw the man who had once whispered dreams of escape now embracing the very legacy that once imprisoned him. every encounter was tinged with both the warmth of past affections and the cold fire of newfound ambition.

in the quiet moments between the chaos of his rising influence and the bittersweet memories of your childhood, you found yourself at a crossroads. the love you shared was still there, echoing in the secret corners of your heart, but it now danced with the shadows of obsession and manipulation.

after years of deciphering the subtle language in taeha’s eyes and the quiet signals in his every habit, you had become an expert at reading him. in moments like this, seated at a dinner with his family, you couldn’t help but wonder if meeting beom taeha again had been a mistake. the conversation had taken an all-too-familiar turn—a heated debate between his older brother and taeha resurfacing old rivalries. taehee, fresh from a long journey in korea, was livid upon discovering that his little brother was derailing his own ambitions to claim their father’s legacy. and as if that weren’t enough, taehee’s long-standing habit of hitting on you only added to the charged atmosphere.

you sat at the table, the hum of polite chatter masking the tension that knotted the air. every glance, every carefully chosen word, hinted at unresolved battles from the past. taeha’s eyes, once a safe harbor of familiar affection, now betrayed a storm of conflicted ambition and pain.

you didn't like that look a bit.

as the dinner progressed, the conversation grew sharper, more pointed. taehee’s barbed remarks sliced through the fragile calm, forcing you to confront the bitter reality of family loyalty and betrayal. in that public setting, you were caught in the middle of a feud that had outgrown youthful rivalry and matured into something far darker—a relentless clash of wills and hidden wounds.

in the midst of the tense dinner, the atmosphere had grown unbearably heavy. the table had become a battleground where years of suppressed pain and rivalry erupted into harsh words and bitter accusations. taehee’s voice, laced with venom, had sliced through the fragile calm that once lingered between you and taeha. his words, meant to wound and diminish, had finally become too much. with one final, cutting remark, taehee declared, "you don't even have real blood, start minding your own business and let me handle father's legacy."

in that instant, something inside taeha broke. his eyes, usually so composed and mysterious, ignited with a raw, seething anger. without a word, he abruptly pushed back his chair and stood up, his expression contorted by a mix of fury and despair. before anyone could react, he turned and stormed out of the room, leaving behind stunned silence and a scattering of disbelieving glances.

you felt your heart seize in protest. without a second thought, you excused yourself from the table and followed after him, your footsteps quickening as you ventured into the cool, rain-kissed night.

the city outside was a maze of neon reflections and damp pavements, the familiar hum of distant traffic merging with the soft patter of rain. you could barely see through the haze of streetlights as you tracked his retreating figure. eventually, you found him in a narrow, deserted alleyway behind a row of shuttered shops. there, under the flickering glow of a lone streetlamp, taeha stood with his back turned, his silhouette tense and rigid. his fists were clenched at his sides, and his posture screamed of unresolved torment.

you searched for jay with your eyes, but the bodyguard seemed to have gotten the memo to not bother his boss at the moment and maitain his distance. you, however, was the only one brave enough to choose to be close to the youngest beom at moments like this.

"taeha," you called softly, your voice trembling with concern. the sound of your voice seemed to reach him, and he paused for a moment, his body still but his head still turned away. you stepped closer, your heart aching at the sight of the pain etched so deeply into his stance.

"why did you leave?" you asked, your tone gentle yet urgent, as if afraid that the question itself might shatter the delicate remnants of calm you hoped to restore. there was a long, heavy silence before he finally answered, his voice a rough whisper, "i might kill that bastard, y/n, i swear."

his anger was so palpable you almost flinched.

you moved closer still, placing a tentative hand on his shoulder. "taeha, listen to me—you are so much more than what they claim. please, don't let their words drown out the truth of who you are. taehee is an asshole, you know that."

for a moment, his tense posture faltered. his eyes, glistening with a storm of conflicting emotions—anger, hurt, and a deep-seated longing for solace—met yours. "yeah, that fucker deserves death," he murmured, his voice cracking with vulnerability. "i feel so damned lost in all of it—the anger, the betrayal, the weight of expectations. it’s like i’m trapped in a cycle i can’t break. i hate being in that house."

"i know it feels overwhelming," you replied softly, wrapping your arms around him in a comforting embrace. "but you don't have to carry this alone. they made us to be each other's comfort, isn't that right?"

taeha leaned into your embrace, his body trembling as if trying to release years of pent-up pain. "i'll kill them all, y/n," he admitted, his voice barely audible over the distant city sounds. "i'll kill them and restart with you from scratch, that's my wish."

you gently stroked his hair, letting your fingers trace the lines of his face as if trying to etch the memory of his true self into your heart. "i believe you, taeha," you whispered.

and you did. sometimes you wish everyone was dead except taeha too.

maybe that’s what you both were made for: complete each other’s crimes.

the night deepened around you both, and together you began walking through the deserted streets. the neon lights blurred into a comforting glow as you recounted memories of childhood escapades��of secret hideaways and midnight rendezvous under starry skies. with every step, the weight of the evening’s turmoil started to lift, replaced by the shared determination to reclaim the dreams that had once united you.

the path eventually led you to a quiet park, where the hum of the city faded into the background. beneath a lone streetlamp, you paused. the cool night air mingled with the warmth of your connection, and taeha's eyes shone with a vulnerability that belied his hardened exterior.

without a word, he reached for your hand, pulling you close until the distance between you vanished. in that charged silence, you felt the unspoken truth between you—a truth too powerful to resist any longer. slowly, deliberately, your lips met in a kiss that was both tender and fierce, as if trying to rewrite the scars of the past with the promise of a new beginning.

when the kiss broke, taeha's forehead rested against yours. his eyes, glistening with unshed tears and fierce emotion, searched yours for reassurance. after a long, lingering moment, he spoke softly, "i don't know what i'd do without you."

in that fragile confession, every ounce of pain, anger, and longing melted away into something raw and beautiful—a reminder that even in the darkest moments, love could be the beacon guiding you both forward.

you held him tighter, your heart echoing his unspoken promise. "we'll face it all together," you murmured. "nothing can break us when we're side by side."

under the gentle glow of the streetlamp, with the city quietly stirring around you, you both found a moment of solace—a fleeting yet powerful testament to the strength of your bond and the hope of a future forged from shared resilience and unconditional love.

author's note: i'm obsessed with making this man soft and cuddly. again, the ending is not ending, xx. send me a request • my masterpost

[romanticatheartt]

People turn completely illiterate when it comes to female lead not instantly folding for male lead and I think that says a lot...

[sugarwarachan]

I’d be committing murder

[eutanasya]

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[chronically-absentminded]

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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[pruneunfair]

Hae Soo is a boring character+ what I do like so far about the story.

Before I start, I want to make it clear that while I do think Hae Soo is a dull FL, she is not the worst FL ever written.

This manhwa is frankly overhyped. I gave it the benefit of the doubt before since it only had around 20-30 chapters so of course it wouldn't be full of complexities right off the bat, but given how the story is going.. I predict this will just be a wattpad-esque tale.

I really don't like saying but first of all: Hae soo has all of those Y/N traits. Okay maybe that's a little exaggerating but it's still there in a way. Hae Soo is described by a lot of other characters as "aging" "ugly" and even calling her aunty/grandma depending on the translation. These are other people thinking this, not just Hae Soo and it's supposed to make her "relatable" for not being seen as totally hot by everyone.. but if you saw her body type and even her face which is just perfectly smooth with tiny lips and eyelashes that just look like eye bags, this gets contradictory.

And I'm not just saying the body type alone is bad. A lot of fans often retaliate with "your just jealous of her" (which why would anyone be unironically jealous of a drawing?) But that her body type is possible and actually yes, it is, is incredibly rare to get that body type without any modifications but it is possible. However this isn't because TOAWF wants to represent someone. Its the sexualize her.

I really dont know how to explain how the art is made to show off how sexy Hae Soo is without sounding creepy so I'll just drop a bunch of panels I found of her doing ordinary day-to-day things while her body becomes the most defining feature.

Personally, I think it's because the arms are too small for that torso. I'm sure there's more but I don't wanna be too nitpicky.

I do also want to specify that plenty of other female characters in the comic like Ari are also sexulized but most of the time with those characters, it's only when they are in inherent sexual situations. (Like all of the panels of Ari after she was either in the middle of or already finished sleeping with Micheol) wheras Hae Soo can be doing absolutely nothing at all and her clothes are drawn right as hell while all her body parts are sticking out like a sore thumb.

Another thing that makes Hae Soo dull is that she relies on how much the readers pity her. Left and right she's either being insulted or she's getting cheated on or she's getting bullied in flashbacks. Almost everything about her that is interesting is something that hurt her, not to say she doesn't have any personality at all, I can definitely see a little something in her but she still heavily relies on something bad happening to her to garner care from the audience, if it's not that it's her super sexy romance with Tae Ha.

speaking of Tae Ha, he isn't very interesting so far either. I think his reasons for being obsessed with Hae Soo are still largely unknown, hes mostly just the same "Mafia boyfriend." Archetype, he made a straight up doll to look like Hae Soo which..yeah that's creepy. He is only really liked because well, he's hot and NOT Micheol so he's already "better".

What I do like about TOAWF though is that they aren't skipping scenes just to get to the mid romance. We are actually getting chapters explaing Hae Soo and Micheols relationship before and how it used to be a sweet one until debt and miscarriage. We get to see Micheol with his new life with Ari that has hints of how much she is being manipulated. The comments might say "I don't wanna see trash. I wanna see my sexy Tae Ha with his Hae Soo." But differing perspectives and highlighting other characters is what's saving this story a little. You can't just skip all the important pieces for the "good stuff." And expect a good story.

That said I do understand the commenter's impatience because so far Micheol is leagues more interesting then the ML Tae Ha and like me, we just wanna know why this dude randomly liked Hae Soo to the point of making dolls of her. There just needs to be a middle ground between the two perspectives.

Final thoughts: I don't think Micheol should receive karma. I know, a really weird idea but here me out.

I understand the allure of these types of stories where the babe gets revenge on the loser ex but if we wanted to be both a unique and interesting story than Micheol being allowed to live on being a shitty person would work. It would be awful to think about, yes, but this is unfortunately the real world and in the real world, it is REALLY rare that a cheater will actually face karma. Micheol should be allowed his life with Ari, where she could either realize she's in an abusive relationship down the line and find the courage to nope out of there or she could stay and it would be a tragic ending and the painful truth that life isn't always fair. This could work well as long as the plot doesnt make it out as "Haha Ari! You deserve this! Haha!"

[everth1ne]

Tears on a Withered Flower - wallpapers

[nahaesoo]

𓂃⋅˚₊‧🌷⭒ I can't explain how much I love them. They mean so much to me and are my favorites forever! ♡₊˚⋆

[ayno-magi]

Tears on a Withered Flower 🥀: Ch. 1

⤷ (Reader Insert)

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this might be not everyone’s cup of tea since it’s mostly reader simping over na hae (mc)

but, if you guys really want i GUESS i can make beom tae x reader w smut maybe 😒🥱

pls PLS lmk what you guys think in the comments 🫶

kind of shitty to be honest since the next word I kept typing was coming out of my ass

additional tags: gn reader, reader does call themselves “girl” once, reader being a bisexual icon, how could you not fall for this fine mama cause GYYATT DAYUM, na hae soo x reader x beom tae ha, reader simping over na hae, reader is in mid 20s, sesbian lex???, reader with a milf/dilf complex

incorrect grammar and misspelling ahead

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It was nearly midnight when the shrill ringtone of your phone jolted you awake. Blinking against the darkness, you fumbled for your device, the screen's harsh light making you squint. The name that flashed across the display sent a jolt of adrenaline through you: Na Hae Soo. In an instant, you shot upright, heart pounding as surged of mostly nervousness and excitement, your blood rushing to your head.

This was the first time Haesoo called you first. Your hands shook as you answered, breathless, “...hello?” Your voice came out hoarse, prompting you to clear your throat, but before you could speak again, a shaky voice broke through the line. 

“(L/N)... I-I... need you *hic*,” Haesoo's words were laced with distress, and you could hear the tremor in her voice, hinting at tears. A wave of concern washed over you—was she in trouble? Had her husband hurt her? “Is everything okay? Are you hurt? Where are you? Are you at home? I’m coming to get you!” you blurted out, kicking off the covers and reflexively putting on your slippers.

You stumbled around your room, colliding with furniture and nearly tripping over the chaos strewn about. Catching yourself against the wall, you flicked on the light, urgency propelling you forward. “Just wait for me, okay, Na Hae!” you shouted as you dashed out, grabbing your keys from the counter.

Pulling the phone away, you realize she had hung up. Panic flooded your body as you burst through the door, the chill of the night air prickling your skin. You raced down the stairs, nearly losing your footing, and slammed into your car. With a quick flick, you unlocked it and started the engine, ignoring the seatbelt as you sped out of the parking lot, foot pressing hard on the gas, heart racing with every second that passed.

*Several Months Ago*

You finally finished doing pick up orders, your knees protesting as you bent down to ease the strain from standing too long. Glancing around you spotted Jeong sweeping the floor, you called out to her, "Could you take this out to the front for me once you're done?" Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the table brimming with bouquets. "You finished that quickly! It hasn't been long at all! Thank you, Unnie!" She exclaimed, her joy palpable, mostly because it meant she was spared from the heavy lifting that you had just tackled.

"Yeah yeah, no problem," you replied, you wiped your green-stained hands on your apron and let out a weary sigh, contemplating a much-deserved lunch break.

But just as you began to relax, a loud voice pierced the air, "¿Dónde está la perra que estaba coqueteando con mi novio?!” (“ᵂʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᶦᵗᶜʰ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᶠˡᶦʳᵗᶦⁿᵍ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ!”)

Ooor not. 

You and Jeong exchanged alarmed glances, the malice in the voice unmistakable despite the foreign language. Your shoulders slumped in resignation. "I'll go check it out," you said, steeling yourself for the confrontation ahead.

"Estas flores... ¿quién se las dio a mi novio?!" the voice continued, sharp and accusatory. ("ᵀʰᵉˢᵉ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ—ʷʰᵒ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ!?")

"Um- ma'am please, I-" You heard Haesoo's voice trembled, laced with fear.

"¡Fuiste tú quien le dio esto a mi novio, puta!" the woman shouted, her fury palpable. ("ᵂᵃˢ ᶦᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ, ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒʳᵉ!")

Your heart raced as you quickened your steps, rounding a corner to find a woman violently waving a bouquet, petals scattering like confetti in a storm, while Hae-soo stood with her head bowed, clearly shaken. Without hesitation, you moved closer, wrapping one arm around Haesoo's shoulder and taking her trembling cold hands in yours, offering her a sense of safety. Haesoo snapped her head up in surprise at your presence, but the warmth of your embrace enveloped her, and for a moment, she felt shielded from the chaos surrounding them.

You pulled her in close, your voice low and soothing,  "¿Cómo podemos ayudarle?" ("ᴴᵒʷ ᶜᵃⁿ ʷᵉ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʸᵒᵘ?") A gentle smile graced your lips as the woman turned her attention to you, her thrashing seemingly to subside, "Quiero enfrentar a la zorra que le envió estas flores a mi novio; ¡al parecer estaba coqueteando con él!" Her voice escalated with each word, and you could see Haesoo ever so slightly trembling beside you, yet your warm grip around her hands remained steady and reassuring. ("ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᶠʳᵒⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏᵃⁿᵏ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ; ᵃᵖᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˡʸ, ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶠˡᶦʳᵗᶦⁿᵍ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʰᶦᵐ!")

"Lo siento, pero no vendemos ese tipo de flores-" ("ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵉˡˡ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵗʸᵖᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ-" ) you were interrupted.

"¡NO! ¡Esta es una florería donde mi novio las compró! ¡¿Dónde está la zorra que le dio esto a mi novio?!" Her words dripped with venom, and you felt your eyebrow twitch, but you maintained your calm demeanor, the smile still plastered on your face. ("ᴺᴼ! ᵀʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳ ˢʰᵒᵖ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶦᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ! ᴺᵒʷ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏᵃⁿᵏ ʷʰᵒ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ!!")

"Lamentablemente señora, no sabemos quién le vendió esas flores a su novio, ¿tiene usted un recibo” ("ᵁⁿᶠᵒʳᵗᵘⁿᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ᵐᵃ'ᵃᵐ, ʷᵉ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵒˡᵈ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ, ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ʳᵉᶜᵉᶦᵖᵗ?")

"Por qué demonios-" ("ᵂʰʸ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉˡˡ-")

""Si no lo haces, entonces debo pedirte que te vayas."(“ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ, ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵃˢᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ.")

Her indignation was palpable as she raised the arm clutching the flowers, and you braced yourself, is this chick gonna do what you think she's gonna do. With a swift motion, she swung her arm down, aiming to strike you with the sharp thorns. Instinctively, you released Hae-soo's hand and seized the woman's wrist with a firm grip.

"Por favor, vete ahora." ("ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ, ⁿᵒʷ.")Your eyes narrowed into slits, trying to channel the intensity of a movie villain, you think it worked cause she seemed like she was gonna shit her pants; she struggled in your grasp, shaking you off, the flowers tumbling from her grasp. Taking a few steps back, she muttered under her breath, "Perra loca...." Stomping off as the door's bells jingled in her wake, you stuck out your tongue, retorting, "You're the crazy puta.” ( “ᵇᶦᵗᶜʰ”) You scoffed. (“ᶜʳᵃᶻʸ ᵇᶦᵗᶜʰ...”)

How infuriating.

"Um..." a soft, hesitant voice broke the silence beside you, drawing your attention to Haesoo, who remained nestled in your embrace. Her face was mere inches from yours, and while she appeared to look much more at ease, she was still shaken. 

Ah, maybe cause you were squeezing her tight against you to the point her chest was squishing against yours creating an overwhelming closeness. The warmth of her body was pressed against yours was almost overwhelming. Her wide, expressive eyes seemed to drift into a distant haze, while her delicate lips formed a subtle frown that tugged at your heart.

Jesus fucking christ her boobs are just so-

What the hell am I thinking!

You lifted your hands up in the air like her body burned your skin, "I'm so sorry!!" your cheeks flushing a deep crimson as you averted your gaze, feeling as though you had stumbled upon something you weren’t meant to witness, "I didn't mean to touch you without your consent; it's just that I was worried that lady was gonna-"

"No! It’s not that, it’s just..." Her voice cut through your flustered ramble and as you lowered your hands, you turned your head to meet her gaze. To your surprise, she appeared more bashful than upset, her head bowed in a gesture of humility. "I’m sorry for not being any help," she murmured, her tone soft and laden with sincerity. You gasped hard, feeling your soul left your body, "Oh my goodness! Please raise your head! There's no need to apologize something when you did nothing wrong!" You were more embarrassed that an older women, like her, was bowing to someone younger, like you. 

"I should be thanking you and I'm sorry you had to deal with a person like that, conflict is one of the most difficult situations we face because it thrusts us out of our comfort zone, don't feel the need to apologize so please raise your head Haesoo," you urged, your heart swelling with empathy for her.

She raised her gaze to meet yours, and as your words washed over her, a sense of calm enveloped her. The tension in her shoulders eased, and the frown that had etched itself on her lips began to fade. Her hands came together in front of her, fingers nervously intertwining as she spoke, "Thank you for your help. If there's any way I can repay you, please let me know." There was a shyness in her demeanor, a timidity that hinted at the weight of her thoughts, as if she were perpetually lost in her own world.

Yet, the sudden outburst from a customer jolted her back to reality, the harshness of the shouting ringing in her ears, though the words were lost on her. She struggled to appease the irate woman, but nothing seemed to work, and soon tears pricked at her eyes while her hands trembled uncontrollably. A wave of helplessness washed over her; she didn't know what to do, she needed to do something to fix this but what? What could she do, she can't even fix her relationship how can she do this. The air thickened around her, her vision blurred, and her mind spiraled with despair—she can't, she can't fix this. 

But then, the warmth of your hands enveloped hers, and your presence shattered the oppressive atmosphere that had weighed so heavily on her. The burdens that had felt suffocating began to lift, and as she watched you effortlessly converse with the lady in a language with ease, a flicker of hope ignited within her. Your eyes met hers, and a reassuring smile broke through the tension;

Everything is gonna be okay.

Is what your smile said.

Haeso felt...

She felt protected, she felt safe. Even though it was such a simple touch on the shoulder and on her trembling hands, she just melted into you. Those small gestures, so seemingly insignificant—transforming her anxiety into a comforting warmth—meant everything at that moment. 

You shook you head, a playful grin spreading across your face. "There's no need, anyone sensible would do that for someone in your position," you admitted, a sudden wave of shyness washing over you as you absentmindedly scratched the back of your neck. "And if you ever need someone to give those pesky customers a good scare, just say the word—I'm totally your girl," you added with a cheeky wink, feeling your cheeks start to burn. 

Ah, I’m so cringe.

Despite the countless hours spent in the same space, you had never really engaged in a meaningful conversation with Haesoo. You had always assumed she preferred her solitude or the chatting with Jeong, which often consisted of the young girl doing most of the talking while Haesoo listened quietly.

Yet, as you looked into her eyes, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye. As cliche as it sounds.

Haesoo had an air of mystery about her, a quiet strength that intrigued you.

Your eyes glazed over at her, as you wonder what she was like outside of work.

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The days you saw Haesoo you greeted her and when there was downtime you made light conversations that never ventured too deep, careful not to probe too much into her life, as her responses often carried a hint of hesitation. It was as if she wore a veil over her thoughts, keeping herself at a distance, and you respected that unspoken boundary. 

"I finished up over here with the pre-orders, need a hand with yours?" You glanced over at Haesoo, who paused momentarily to look at your end of the table, every flower prepped and wrapped up neatly, "You really are fast," she awes before looking back at the remaining flowers that haven’t been finished, shrugging you took the untouched blooms from her side and began to arrange them, "I majored in art back in college, cause I thought I wanted to do something with that. I was wanted to find something that would help me be able to express myself back then. So the alluring of colors, shapes, and the stories they could tell captivated me. I wanted to share my vision with others and I thought I was convinced that this would be my passion, but that didn't really happen in the end."

Jeez college seemed like forever ago.

Haesoo listened carefully, her ears perking up, "You want to become an artist?" She folded the cellophane wrap on the table, glancing at the flowers you had completed. "Hmm, I did. But now I'm not sure what I want to do," you admitted, grabbing the back of your neck and titled your head to the side, feeling satisfied after hearing a pop. 

"Now, I'm unsure of my future, I feel a little lost so I don't know what I want to do right now, kind of losing hope to be honest," you joked at the end, but it held some truth, Haesoo fell silent, which made you wondered if you overshared-

"Don't worry about the future; you should enjoy the present while you're young," she finally said

Haesoo pauses for a minute, "But, I hope you can create the future you want as well," she added, her gaze drifting into the distance, as if she was thinking something more about than she had said. Her eyes always look like they have something yearning, that’s what you thought anyway.

"I will try my best," you replied, giving her a cheeky smile as you nodded in agreement, but after that, a comfortable silence enveloped you both, leaving the air thick with unspoken thoughts.

You glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, a sense of urgency washing over you as you sprang to your feet, "I have to get going," you exclaimed, hastily wiping your hands on your apron for the umpteenth time, but the faint of green stained your fingers still. Haesoo looked up, unexpected at your sudden leaving, "You have a short shift?" Haesoo looked up from her work, surprise flickering across her face at your abrupt departure. "Do you have a short shift today?" she inquired, her hands deftly adding the final touches to a vibrant bouquet.

You nodded, removing your apron and balled it up half hazardly, "Yeah, I have another job and my boss isn't very lenient about the schedule, so I have to be there on time whenever he calls for me." You lowered your gaze, a hint of regret creeping into your voice. "I’m really sorry I can’t stick around to help you finish up." The thought of leaving her despite not being alone still tugged at your conscience, but the clock was relentless, and you could already feel the weight of your next responsibility pressing down on you.

Haesoo waved her hands in front of her, "No need to apologizes," she reassured you, her understanding nature shining through like sunlight breaking through clouds. "I completely get it. You’ve got to do what you’ve got to do. Besides, you helped me so much,” She returned her focus to the bouquet, her fingers dancing among the petals as she arranged them with care. "Just make sure you take a moment to breathe, okay? You’re doing so much already."

You appreciated her kindness, but the urgency of your situation loomed large. "Thanks, Haesoo. I promise I’ll make it up to you. Maybe I can come in early tomorrow to help open?" You offered, hoping to ease the guilt that gnawed at you.

"That sounds perfect," she replied her voice laced with gratitude. "Just don’t overwork yourself. You need to take care of you too." 

With a pep in your step, you felt a spark of giddiness in your chest, "I will! I’ll see you tomorrow!" You called over your shoulder as you rushed toward the door.

Haesoo's gaze lingered at where you had just disappeared, an unexpected wave of loneliness crashing over her like a sudden storm. It felt as though a piece had been whisked away, leaving behind a hollow ache. Like she had forgotten something a long time ago and wanted to see it once more, and she found herself closing her eyes, lost in contemplation. What was this strange sensation that had crept in so swiftly? Just moments ago, she had felt perfectly content, completely fine a second ago.

"I will try my best," you had said, your smile bright.

In that instant, Haesoo's heart raced, a wild drumbeat that seemed to drown out the world around her. She opened her eyes, her palms instinctively pressing against her chest as if to steady the tumult within. Confusion swirled in her mind; why did the mere thought of you send her spiraling into a dizzying mix of emotions?

"Unnie! We have customers!" Jeong's voice cut her thoughts.

"C-Coming!.." Haesoo called out softly, she looked down at her hands, remembering your warmed hands that touched hers. She remembered they were stained with green from the flowers, your fingers and knuckles having small cuts and scabs, and the smell of blue gum lingering on your hands. A small pout fell on her lips;

She wished she could've talked more with you.

To be continued…

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The story is far from over, but I want to know you’re guys’ thought so far,

Beom Tae is definitely gonna make an appearance if I kept going

(I have the rest of the story saved somewhere else hehe).

Lmk if you like it and all,

I know ya’ll want Beom Tae,

but I didn’t want to continue if ya’ll aren’t interested😩🫶