I'd like to know more about 'delicate' 👀
heyyyyyyy!!!! Thanks for showing interest in my wips!!! You've picked one that is being a right pain in my arse. It's very much on the backburner at the moment because I can't quite figure out what I want the story to be (it can go in two directions). So I'm letting marinade, for now.
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So, Delicate is the provisional name I've given a post-canon fic where we follow jwds over the course of an evening. It's basically Joo Won struggling to deal with the fact that he now lives with someone he really loves (and who feels just as strongly for him). There's repression, a small amount of bitchiness (well, let's be honest, it's my version of jw, so there'll be an unnecessary amount lol), some sex (including kink exploration), and jwds learning how to communicate healthily.
Just two boys who are bad at communication trying to make their relationship work (with joo won being terrible at voicing his concerns and dong sik being very patient with him)
There is sorrow to be found in life’s extravagant glamour and an unfathomable amount of beauty in the mundane.
Joo Won hadn’t been expecting to find such domestic niceties in the rich warmth of Dong Sik’s home- their home. A house Joo Won had once dissected and disembowelled like a surgeon’s scalpel or a butcher’s blade. He had cut it into digestible pieces until it became nothing more than an element to a story, fashioned into the image of his own design. He found a way to make this family home fit for a crime, and its remaining resident, a criminal. Now, Joo Won spends his mornings and nights here, wrapped in its splendour. It’s no longer a crematorium, tomb, display counter, or cage; it is now a nest, where two healing souls are trying to find their peace of mind.
Dong Sik redecorated a few years back. He even decluttered as much as his weathered heart would allow, resulting in a lighter space that is comfortable with items that belong to him, instead to those he lost. Joo Won tried to help along the way, adding what he could: a decent knife set and thick set of curtains that he got from a far-too-fancy and far-too-pretentious artisan shop in a popular spot just outside of Chuncheon. Then there was the bookshelf, a writing desk, two rugs, clay pots for Dong Sik’s fresh herbs, new pillows and separate duvets for the changing seasons. Coffee, music, art, wine, his running shoes, a downside collection of his coats, most of his watches, his drink’s fridge, and himself.
All of him. Even the parts he hoped didn’t exist.
He brought all of it with him, in bits and pieces, bread crumbs and documents. After all, it was decision and follow-through that led that one-night stand to what they are now. Joo Won knows what they have is still delicate, but with that delicacy, he wishes for a singular hope: Dong Sik will give him the achingly complicated but simply sweet thing of letting him have this. Them. Together. Dong Sik accepts him with open hands that seem to be able to carry whatever Joo Won gives him to hold. He accepts, sometimes takes, but never holds on too tightly.
He keeps things steady, like a fishing line bobbing with the water’s gentle sway.
There you go!!! I hope you like it 😊😊 I will note before I go that this fic was originally inspired by the song Sweet Nothing - Taylor Swift.
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the real message we all need to take away from the ghovie is that we too can re-classify any jacket into a jacket suitable for a different occasion
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