#na haesoo

[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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Want more cute Beom Tae-ha and Na Hae-soo chibis? Of course you do!! Swing by the Tears on a Withered Flower community to see more then!

https://www.tumblr.com/communities/tears-on-a-withered-flower

[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 🧸𝙗��𝙨𝙩𝙮 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: 🌷 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 🌷 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 🌷 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲

guys shower my channel some love (ㅠ﹏ㅠ)

[thexmistress]

He got the best face card in the history of manhwa’s like he’s literally my type. Dark hair, tall, long eyelashes, insane, he just checks off everytthingggggg!! But sidenote: FL lowkey pissed me off on the latest chapter T.T

Like granted I understand she’s scared of getting hurt and also don’t want to drag TaeHa down but girl T.T this man would literally kill for youuuuu. But I wonder what her reaction will be when she realizes ain’t no scaring this man away ^.^

[keouil]

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.

[nahaesoo]

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

[strafepanzer]

like

na haesoo is sooooo hot

[pruneunfair]

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.

[lanatadelalecheaggria]

"-¿Sabes lo que pienso cuando escucho algo así de la persona que me gusta?-

-¿Qué piensas?-

-Pensamientos impuros-

*Na Haesoo se ruboriza*"

[ruby2000s]

Que orgullosa estoy de na-haesoo alias la noona! Por fin se está priorizando y dándose su lugar sin tener a la sanguijuela rastrera vividora de mincheol consumiendo su vida... Que satisfacción de ver cómo manda a la basura las cosas de ese individuo que hace cuatro días se reía de ella diciendo que le planchaba y doblaba los calzones a la perfección y que uwu todo permanecía en su lugar. ¡Que te den Mincheol/zanahorio! Disfruta de lo cosechado ...ohhh que pena como recuerdas tu primer beso con haesoo mientras tienes encima a la mujer con la que la engañaste en vuestra cama, tras lo cual tuvo que limpiar los condones que dejaste en el suelo, todo ello después de años de tenerla anulada.

Enhorabuena Na-haesoo ahora se viene tu glow up estoy segura! Te has deshecho del parásito/tumor maligno que tenías en tu vida. Mis 10s noona

PD: ver como hay gente que defiende a ese ser ...especialmente mujeres me da escalofríos. Leo este manhwa para ver a nahaesoo feliz, taeha tiene muchas oscuridades y diría que es una yellow flag pero mientras la haga feliz mis respetos al yogurín

[zerocoded]

summary: you need a favor and beom taeha always have a way to be back on your life.

authors note: why haven't i seen ANY english work about this webtoon here on tumblr? i've been OBSESSED for a while and found out i could try to write a piece about it. i searched for fanfics of it before sleeping yesterday and was CRUSHED bc there isn't one. so this is my contribuition to the fandom, i hope at least one person will find this teehee.

warnings and tags: oc x beom taeha • reader x beom taeha • not na haesoo even tho she's a queen • i described reader with long dark hair at one point, sorry

word count: 3.1k

beom taeha’s voice sliced through the silence with a hint of stiffness, as if it had always been waiting for the perfect moment to unsettle you. whether the two of you were alone, sharing unspoken thoughts, or when your presence grew too much for him to handle, he always found a way to keep you on edge.

the suits he wore, the elegance he carried—none of it ever fooled you. 

his every breath seemed measured, his movements precise, as though he was rationing the number of steps he could take in a day. and when you weren’t captivated by his breathtaking beauty, you found yourself quietly mourning the fragments of a boy who had never really been allowed to grow up.

whether the two of you were alone, sharing unspoken thoughts, or when your presence grew too much for him to handle, he always found a way to keep you on edge.

the suits he wore, the elegance he carried—none of it ever fooled you.

not that you had such a great childhood yourself—you hadn’t—but somehow, you’d managed to sidestep the darkness waiting to swallow fragile minds like yours and taeha’s whole.

you managed to suffer by the hands of an unknown man at the time, while for taeha that man was his own father. you were slightly more lucky than the two beom boys when it came to the experiments all of you were put under.

so, in a way, you were beom taeha’s shield, and that’s exactly why you were here now.

the ponytail guard sucked in a breath when he saw you, standing calmly in the center of taeha’s living room, the delicate crunch of rose petals under your heels filling the space. you wore a refined three-piece beige suit, its clean lines complementing the cascade of long dark hair framing your figure. stilettos gave weight to your graceful steps, while the soft touch of makeup subtly highlighted the elegance of your features.

for a few seconds, you and the guard stood in silence, locked in an unspoken exchange. a white stick rested between his lips, unmoving, and for a fleeting moment, it reminded you of beom taeha’s habit of sucking on a lollipop whenever he was excited. but even with the sweetness of the memory tugging at the edges of your mind, your face betrayed none of those emotions.

"who are you?" the guard asked, his voice rigid, the fifth-generation g22 aimed squarely at you as his face hardened with misplaced seriousness. his steps were deliberate, closing the distance in an attempt to intimidate someone who had clearly stood in front of a gun more times than he ever would.

you didn’t answer right away. instead, your gaze remained fixed on the taller man standing just beyond the bodyguard, tracing the familiar details of his face like an old, obsessed lover reliving a memory they couldn’t let go of. he didn’t meet your eyes immediately, calmly slipping off his shoes as if the scene unfolding before him was nothing but routine, as if the gun pointed at you was no more than a minor inconvenience.

beom taeha was calm—because he already knew who you were. hell, he probably was expecting you to come already after what happened.

“did beom taeju send you here?” taeha’s voice was calm, collected—completely detached from the idiot standing beside him, still holding you at gunpoint like a clueless accessory to this whole mess.

he shrugged off his dark coat and let it drape over his arm, his gaze settling on you with an air of disinterest, hands buried lazily in the pockets of his slacks, as if your presence had become just another inconvenience in his life. beside him, the ponytailed bodyguard glanced between the two of you, unsure if he should maintain the threat or quietly disappear from the room before things got worse. you met his gaze with the same dull disinterest taeha was throwing your way, both of you mirroring the exhaustion of a dance you’d long grown tired of.

before the guard could make a decision, taeha stepped forward, gripping the gun and gently lowering it, effortlessly disarming whatever false authority the bodyguard thought he had. the poor guy looked even more confused, defeated in a fight that never had a winner.

“please,” you sighed, the weight of the past slipping into your voice as you spoke, calm but bittersweet. “we both know your father hates me more than he does you.”

“right,” taeha chuckled softly, the shift in his expression perfectly aligned with the man you remembered. “so, you ran away just to be here?” he asked, the question curling off his lips with casual curiosity.

“it’s been a while since i’ve been on prison furlough,” you replied, your voice steady. “i didn’t exactly run away.”

“so, what brings you here? want me to kill your grandpa now?” he said it with such effortless nonchalance, as if it were as simple as ordering takeout. but even though you’d never been on good terms with the old man, you didn’t laugh. instead, you watched as taeha’s playful mask slipped, his expression shifting into something more serious when he realized you weren’t in the mood for nostalgic banter.

“why are you here, y/n?”

“just wanted to see you. it’s been a while,” you said, half-truths rolling off your tongue like second nature.

“right, that sounds like you,” taeha muttered, running his fingers through his dark strands as he circled the table separating the two of you. when he was close enough to touch you, he stopped, but instead of reaching out, he sank into the cushioned sofa next to your purse.

you watched him relax, unbothered by the mess of red petals scattered across his apartment floor. the ponytailed guard—jay, you knew him���stood by taeha’s shoes at the door, observing the scene with a fake, emotionless gaze, as if trying to decode the situation.

“young master?” jay finally spoke, as though he’d been waiting for an explanation of who you were or how you’d gotten here without so much as a scratch. but he didn’t get one. taeha ignored him completely, lazily gesturing for you to sit in the chair across from him.

with jay dismissed, you crossed the room and sat down without hesitation, your gaze never breaking from taeha’s.

“i think you know your apartment is clipped. i’d rather have this conversation outside,” you said, your tone carrying no hint of submission to the boy seated before you.

“are you taking me on a date, miss ryeo?” taeha smirked, his teasing sarcasm floating through the air like a strange perfume, coating his features in something that felt slightly off. “do you still have feelings for me?”

“please,” you scoffed, the sharpness of your words cutting through the room. “i am no do heejin.”

taeha didn’t respond right away, his gaze lingering on you with quiet curiosity, as if trying to piece together the version of you sitting before him. it had been just under a year since the two of you last saw each other, and though you were never the type to be compared to heejin’s sweet, innocent love for him, both of you knew exactly how things had unraveled. the ties you shared were complicated, something far too close to love but tangled in despair instead.

“where do you suggest we go, then?” he finally asked, a trace of genuine interest flickering across his face. and he should be curious—after all, the two of you had cut each other off so abruptly that neither had time to consider the aftermath.

“somewhere your little dog won’t follow you,” you replied sharply, your eyes darting toward the bodyguard by the door, filled with nothing but disdain. 

you knew exactly where he’d go once this was over.

taeha chuckled at your reaction, his laughter soft but amused, as if your distaste for his new guard was the most entertaining part of his day. “okay,” 

protests spilled from the bodyguard’s lips, but you didn’t bother listening. instead, you found a small sense of relief in knowing that a flicker of taeha’s trust still rested in your grasp. with a simple flick of his fingers, he dismissed the worker without a second thought, then reached for your purse beside him, casually handing it over as if the two of you hadn’t just reopened old wounds.

little did taeha know, your words weren’t just a reflection of your usual disdain for men with guns. you knew jay—knew exactly why he was here. and that was the very reason you’d come to warn him.

as you slung your purse over your shoulder, taeha rose from the sofa with the same effortless grace he always carried, as if nothing in the world could ever really shake him. without a word, he led you toward the door, his hand barely grazing the small of your back, a silent gesture that reminded you he still knew how to navigate you in moments like this. the crunch of rose petals followed the two of you as you stepped into the hallway.

jay, of course, wasn’t far behind. you could hear the hurried shuffle of his shoes as he tried to catch up, his voice cutting through the air before you even reached the elevator.

“boss, i should come with you,” jay insisted, his tone laced with that overly eager loyalty you couldn’t stand.

taeha didn’t slow down, didn’t even glance back. instead, as the elevator doors opened, he gave a soft laugh, low and knowing, before turning his head slightly over his shoulder. “stay here, jay.”

the words were said with such casual finality that even jay, despite whatever stubborn determination he had, hesitated. you smirked as the guard stopped dead in his tracks, unsure whether to argue or obey.

the elevator doors closed, sealing jay out of whatever was about to come next. the ride down was quiet, the tension between you and taeha thick but familiar, as if the ghosts of your shared past were riding with you. when the doors opened, you followed him outside, where the cool evening air greeted you like a reminder of just how far the two of you had drifted from the people you used to be.

taeha’s car was waiting—a sleek, black luxury model that looked as untouchable as he made himself appear. you slid into the passenger seat, and soon, the hum of the engine filled the silence. the car wasn’t the same he used to drive when you both still dated, the change was a good thing considering the silence inside the vehicle. neither of you spoke during the drive, but the occasional glance from him didn’t go unnoticed. he was observing you, studying you, as if trying to uncover what you weren’t saying yet.

it wasn’t long before he pulled into a discreet side entrance of a dimly lit restaurant, the kind of place only those in the know would find. the valet barely blinked as taeha handed over the keys, and moments later, the two of you were escorted to a private room tucked away from prying eyes.

as you settled into the plush seat across from him, a glass of water already waiting at your side, taeha leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady and expectant. “so,” he said, breaking the silence with that familiar, smooth tone, “what exactly did you come to warn me about?”

you exhaled, fingers lightly tapping the edge of the glass as you met his gaze. “don’t trust lee jay. your father hired him to stalk you,” you began, watching the slight shift in taeha’s posture—still appearing relaxed, but the sharp glint of curiosity in his eyes betrayed him. “last week, the chairman went to my grandpa’s company,” you continued, your voice steady but laced with warning. “he reinforced cameras in all the hotels.”

taeha didn’t respond right away, but you could tell the gears in his mind were turning. his fingers drummed lazily against the armrest, though the air between you grew noticeably heavier. “hotels,” he repeated softly, as if weighing the significance of the move. “so, he’s extending his reach. monitoring me even outside the main properties.”

you nodded, leaning forward slightly. “it’s not just that. he’s got jay tailing you, waiting for a misstep. your father’s planning something—he’s paranoid, and he doesn’t trust the decisions you’re making.”

taeha chuckled, a humorless sound that sent a chill down your spine. “when does he ever trust me?” he muttered, shaking his head before locking eyes with you again. “but you’re not just here to warn me about him, are you?”

you hesitated for a second, but there was no point in dancing around the truth. “no. i’m here because if jay’s following you, it’s not just your father you should be worried about. there’s a bigger network involved, and if they’re watching you, they’re watching me too.”

taeha leaned back, a slight smirk curling at the corner of his lips. “you think you’re still that important to them?”

“i know i am,” you replied firmly. “because if you go down, i go down with you. and they’re not about to let either of us slip through the cracks again.”

“so… just because your grandpa runs the most hired security company out of the country, you end up knowing everyone’s secrets?” taeha’s tone was casual, almost amused, as if he’d expected nothing less from you.

“i’m not here to talk about that right now, taeha,” you replied, your voice sharp enough to cut through his smugness. his gaze lingered on you, waiting for what you’d say next.

you didn’t flinch. “you should stop meeting the woman you’re stalking,” you warned, the weight of your words settling heavily between you. “i know how this ends, and it’s not going to turn out well for her.”

taeha’s expression didn’t shift much, but you caught the brief flicker in his eyes—a mixture of realization and something darker, as if he was already aware of the potential fallout. “so, you know about na haesoo,” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

“of course, i do,” you said, folding your arms. “i’m a ryeo, i know all of the chaebol’s secrets. i’ve seen what obsession like this does, taeha. i’ve lived through it. don’t let her be collateral damage.”

he exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair, the tension in his shoulders betraying him for the first time. “it’s not like that,” he whispered, but the conviction in his voice wavered just enough to tell you otherwise.

“then make sure it doesn’t become that,” you shot back. “before taeju discards her. he is not going to merciful like he was with me, trust what i’m saying.”

“and what do you gain from telling me all this, princess?” there it was—the nickname. the one that always hit you harder than you wanted it to. your body tensed, a barely noticeable flinch that didn’t go unnoticed by taeha. his smirk deepened, eyes glinting with amusement. “do you really want me to kill your grandpa?” he added, a chuckle escaping as if the idea itself was ridiculous, yet somehow tempting.

“i need a favor,” you said, cutting through his teasing like a blade. your tone left no room for him to twist the conversation further. you knew how to play with beom taeha, and he didn’t seem to mind that sometimes.

taeha leaned against the window, arms crossed lazily over his chest as he studied you, his amusement slowly giving way to curiosity. “a favor,” he repeated, drawing out the word like it held more weight than you intended. “that’s why you came here. not to warn me out of the goodness of your heart.”

“warning you was part of it,” you admitted, stepping closer, your eyes locked on his. “but yes, i need something in return.”

“what kind of favor, y/n?” his voice softened, but it didn’t lose its edge.

“my grandpa is selling me off for a marriage,” you said, the weight of the words draining your energy even as you spoke them. “the kim’s oldest son showed some interest. apparently, being too old and desperate for a woman made me the perfect choice.”

taeha raised a brow, leaning casually against the back of the booth as if your misery was just another piece of gossip. “you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend again?”

“not exactly,” you corrected, sighing. “i need to redirect my grandpa’s attention to the beom family again. just one date, that’s all. you show up, make him believe you’re serious about marrying me, and he’ll back off for at least a year.”

taeha tilted his head, his expression bored but not entirely dismissive. “except i won’t,” he said plainly. “i’m in love with another woman.”

“no shit, sherlock,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “i said pretend, didn’t i? i’m not asking you to fall in love with me. i need you to act like you might.”

he exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck as he weighed the proposition. “so, let me get this straight,” he muttered. “you want me to fake being madly in love with you, scare off the kim family, and keep your grandpa off your back. what’s in it for me?”

“i’ll make sure to wipe some images of you carrying your princess to the hotel last night,” you said simply, your tone steady as your eyes locked on his. “your dad won’t like that, so i’ll deal with it. give you a few weeks to slap that fake smile back on and maintain the illusion of happiness.”

taeha’s fingers drummed rhythmically against the table, the sound filling the heavy silence between you. the pause stretched long enough to make you wonder if he’d walk away from the deal. but then, just as you started to prepare a backup plan, he leaned back, a small smirk curving his lips.

“fine,” he said, voice low and deliberate. “one date. but don’t expect me to play the perfect fiancé for too long, princess. you better have your plan airtight.”

you exhaled quietly, relief hidden behind a neutral expression. “i always do,” you replied.

taeha chuckled softly, leaning forward just enough to close the distance between you, his gaze playful but sharp. “and here i thought you’d outgrown me. turns out, you still know how to get under my skin.”

“oh, i never stopped,” you shot back, rising from your seat and grabbing your purse. “i just took a break.”

taeha laughed under his breath as he watched you walk away. “this is going to be fun, isn’t it?”

“as fun as pretending you’re in love with me can get,” you called back without turning around. “don’t be late.”

author's note: unrelated but i think do heeji is a BADDIE. i suck at endings, ik. send me a request • my masterpost

[muscmars]

# starter call . . .

tive problemas técnicos, mas cá estou oferecendo inters durante o plot drop! vou colocar aqui algumas ideias pra cada persona nessa primeira parte, só escolher um número!

yisoo não tinha o melhor dos sonos, por isso estava acordada quando sentiu o cheiro incomum preencher o apartamento. depois de estapear e acordar kyungyul aos berros — e com um balde de água na cabeça — quando percebeu o que acontecia, yisoo saiu acordando todo mundo, mas acabou ficando encurralada pela forte fumaça que adentrava um dos apartamentos. sabendo que não tinha por onde escapar (e com medo de dar de cara com um fogaréu), decidiu pular a janela do segundo andar, sendo impedida ou não por woojin.

saendee não estava nem um pouco preparada para aquilo, mesmo sendo professora e minimamente treinada para certas ocasiões, ainda carregava o nervosismo por ter sido recém tirada do prédio por shion com seu filho, tentando não transparecer tanta preocupação. por isso prestava auxílio aos residentes que saíam e se encontravam na entrada do complexo, incluído muse 2, que estava extremamente preocupade com toda a situação.

ryeong é um cachorrinho assustado que não soube o que fazer no primeiro momento que descobriu sobre o incêndio. muse 3 deu de cara com ela no corredor e, vendo o olhar desesperado, ajudou ela e a vovó hyunhee a descer as escadas e sair do prédio. por outro lado, durante a correria e com os possíveis empurra-empurra, ryeong acabou por se perder de muse 3 e sua avó, sendo levada pela multidão. deixada pra trás e completamente perdida com aquela forte fumaça, jiwon foi quem a encontrou e a guiou definitivamente para fora.

haesoo era uma das sortudas com o sono pesado, acompanhado de um fone de ouvido e tapa olhos muito bem colocados, essa foi a razão para não ouvir absolutamente nenhum aviso sobre o incêndio. depois de ter sido encontrada e salva por naseon, sungyeol foi quem se prontificou a acompanhá-la até o hospital, visto que haesoo ainda permanecia desacordada por inalar bastante fumaça.

se você quiser alguma outra inter (qualquer coisa) com uma das minhas bonecas, sinalize com qual ou curta aqui que eu chamo pra gente combinar!

[chronically-absentminded]

I NEED TO VENT CAUSE!! OMGGGG! The manhwa I’m currently reading just BLEW my mind and I need to share it!

But one, there is kissing here and spoilers for the latest chapter of Tears on a Withered Flower, so I’m putting a “Read More” section for anyone who doesn’t unwillingly want to be exposed to any of that.

So, warning, warning! Hot kissing and spoilers for Tears on a Withered Flower 🥀

Warning!

Warning

Warn-

Okay, let’s get on with it, shall we?

Y’all ever shake in your boots when the other person receiving the kiss doesn’t so much as fuckin’ BREATH when the other person mustered up the confidence to kiss them. It fuckin’ terrifies me!

I’d like to personally thank the author for not letting Na Hae-Soo be rejected and for giving us one of the hottest manhwa kiss panels I have ever witnessed. Maybe it’s cause the characters are so hot, or the tension being released was fuckin’ amazing, or cause the motions they’re dong is so fuckin’ sexy, but for whatever reason, I was laughin’ and gigglin’ like a fuckin’ BANSHEE!! WAAAAHHH!

You cannot tell me this man hasn’t kissed anyone before, cause his technique is fuckin’ pro level!

I can fuckin’ breath hoe!! THE HAND PLACEMENT IS INSANE!! The hand on her chin and face!? ASGSJAFJSGA!! And the one so close to her fuckin’ ass?? * faints * I NEED TO BE SEDATED CAUSE THIS IS JUST TOO MUCH!!

The way they’re looking at each other, OMGGG! They’re giving each other bedroom eyes!! I cannot wait for the chapter when they actual fuck, it’s gonna be so damn hot and sexy!

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Side note -

I don’t usually appreciate drunk kisses, especially when one of them is drunk and the other isn’t cause 1. Someone is gonna forget it happened OR they’re gonna pass it along as a drunken mistake, and 2. When one is drunk and the other isn’t, it feels like such a difference in advantage.

However, I know that drinking can sometimes bring out confidence to do something you wouldn’t typically do, which is why I appreciate that Na Hae-Soo initiated the kiss, that Beom Tae-Ha didn’t IMMEDIATELY go for the kiss, that he stopped when he asked her to stop, AND that he didn’t do anything further when he laid her in bed. Respect, respect! Thank you to the author for not making their first kiss an SA case.

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Pls consider joining the Tears on a Withered Flower 🥀 community if you too would like to vent and rant about Beom Tae-Ha and Na Hae-soo

https://www.tumblr.com/communities/tears-on-a-withered-flower

[greatloverx]

Starter: fechado.

@wildxflowerz

Haesoo estava querendo mandar algumas flores para a sua mãe, pois achou que seria uma boa ideia e ela iria gostar. Mesmo que já fizesse um bom tempo desde a briga que tiveram, e que a relação estava melhor do que alguns poucos anos atrás, ainda queria que melhorasse mais, sentia saudades de como eram as coisas no passado. O sentimento que tinha era de que parecia que nunca ia conseguir fazer eles esquecerem. Mas bom, por enquanto, continuaria tentando. Por isso, estava entrando na floricultura atrás de flores que combinassem com a sua mãe, que ela fosse gostar. Se sentiu um pouco perdido ao ver o tanto de flores e cores a sua volta, mas logo voltou o seu olhar para o balcão, vendo um homem sendo atendido. Achou melhor esperar o homem ser atendido antes de pedir ajuda, ficando por perto do balcão olhando algumas flores, cheirando e mexendo nelas de forma delicada.

[thexmistress]

Siri play ‘The party and the after party’

[ooseah]

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀this is a closed starter! ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀with @yangnaseon at haneul complex.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀os gritos, as batidas contra a porta, o celular notificando desesperadamente, tudo se passava despercebido por haesoo, que dormia tão pacificamente que contrastava com todo o caos que se espalhava pelo prédio. a música tranquila em seus fones de ouvido e a máscara de dormir eram o que mantinham a coreana mergulhada em sono profundo, era a maneira que havia encontrado para conseguir dormir na cama de segunda mão que recebeu de presente de boas vindas de um de seus irmãos. porém, toda aquela preocupação para dormir não era tão benéfica quanto a byun pensava, principalmente naquele dia. passaram-se alguns longos minutos até que a tosse seca se fizesse presente e o forte cheiro de fumaça impregnasse em suas narinas, percebendo que algo queimava e estava mais perto do que poderia deduzir. sem que aquilo passasse, haesoo se sentou na cama e tirou descuidadamente todos os apetrechos que usava, a tosse abafada pelo braço, os olhos confusos e ligeiramente assustados ao perceber que aquela nebulosidade se espalhava rapidamente pelo seu apartamento. se levantou, a tontura lhe alcançando ao mesmo tempo que seus joelhos vacilaram, bem a tempo de chegar na sala precariamente iluminada. respirar parecia mais difícil, seus pensamentos cada vez mais confusos e as vozes no corredor ainda mais longe, como se não houvesse ninguém que pudesse ajudá-la naquele momento. não teve tempo de pensar em mais nada, assim que destrancou a porta, sua vista escureceu e lentamente seu corpo se encontrava no chão, tudo o que conseguiu ver foi a fumaça pairando o corredor antes de um vulto se aproximar.

[svperncvx]

❪   special gift   ❫   / . ⊹   natal.

para não deixar a data em branco, aqui está um mimo para as conexões do pedro lucas.

・ ˖  ✦ ⋄ .  para: byun haesoo.

espelho de princesa que custou todo o dinheirinho do pobre mesmo comprando na promoção.