Hey everyone, you guys can call me Lilith. I write fanfics. Welcome to my little corner where I post some nonsense on my favourite characters and shows I watch.
What I usually write :
▪︎ Genre : romance, drama, angst, hurt/comfort, etc.
▪︎ Format : one shots, short stories. ( I'm also working on my fanfic about Levi Ackerman and my fmc Yayati, which will be a long one)
▪︎Pairings : Right now I'm writing about Levi and my OC. And I also write about Levi×other OC's not particularly Yayati.
Feel free to ask me any questions on my fics cause I love rambling about AOT or Levi in general.
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I had to do a little mid night rant, since this is one of my favorites webtoons at the moment. First I want to start by saying that I respect whatever opinion someone else might have on this story since not everyone is going to see things from the same perspective. With that being said, I do get kind of annoyed by people who want to put Mincheol on a pedestal ever since the author gave a little but of context of how his and HaeSoo’s relationship was the at beginning of their relationship. I see a lot of people stating past Mincheol is better than Taeha when there’s not really a to compare the two. First I get that Mincheol at the start tried to woo HaeSoo and as it always work at the beginning everything feels swoon worthy, also we have only seen this moments from HaeSoo’s pov and forgetting the situation she was in she took every sign of kindness as something big. Mincheol (although there’s not an official translation) has stated in the past that HaeSoo was a little bit more of work when it came to winning her over compared to Ari and it was some sort of game and has referred to both women in a very respective weight. He referred to Haesoo as a lifeless flower who has lost her light and often treated her as an object. Very often torturing her and reminding her that she is no longer a valuable woman since she can’t conceive a child, speaking as if only his dreams and aspirations were tarnished. So, someone who was your husband for years almost mocks you for something you had no control over instead of giving you support as their partner? Not only that but making you workday and night while they waited for a respectable job sitting at home? The same home you cleaned and kept afloat while getting sick, the same home he couldn’t respect and took another woman to? It truly baffles me how people idolize the two good things he did for you but forget that HaeSoo also built their life together an at the end of the day she sacrificed more than he did. She lost her sparkle and herself esteemed, not only that, but the hope to have a husband, a family and her best years. To me if you put everything on a balance the bad outweighs the good. He would have been someone not worth remembering to me, but I get the significance he had in her life. Still, I get a bit annoyed that people try to idolize Mincheol and try to demonize Taeha. Of course he has done questionable things, but if it wasn’t for him Mincheol would still be abusing Haesoo and breaking her psyche. Taeha has also respected boundaries, he understood that she wouldn’t forget her ex-husband just like that and reassured her that it was okay for her feelings to still be there for him. He watched her from afar even when he wanted to hold her, he has not pressured her to move even knowing Mincheol can still go and find her. You can say his whole tactic to have her find out MC was cheating was calculated and sinister but was she really going to find out if it wasn’t for that? Taeha might not be perfect as a character but what is there that he has done to damage HaeSoo? Anyways. This midnight rant might be deleted so yeah lol
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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.
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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.”
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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.
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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.
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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.
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The love was there. It was always there.
It was never a problem until it became the problem.
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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.”
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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.”
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But:
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The world and life, though.
It catches up to you.
It bites back.
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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.
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The next day, all their bills are paid.
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The next month, the loan sharks start banging on their door.
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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.
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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.”
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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.
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So he punishes himself instead.
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When a young brunette co-worker invites him out for drinks the next week, he only hesitates just the second before saying yes.
this story is actually a genuinely a tragedy because i literally cannot help but like mincheol more than taeha like there is something so human about them struggling together and going through disaster after disaster and he was such a good guy?? with a personality? and face card? like it's depressing how they went from this to what they are now and a lot of it has to do with financial struggles
like i'm reading the newest chapter (103) and i know a lot of people really dislike the amount of chapters we get around mincheol and haesoo but they're lowkey the reason i'm still reading this
Ugh yessss. We hate him but love him. I despise hik for using, manipulating Haesu. Yes in the beginning he did it out of love, and maybe even to impress her and prove himself. But later he started hating himself and her, blaming Haesu for his failures. Mincheol's progression or should I say regressions as the story moves forward scares me because it's so realistic. He was once a man with so much potential but it as they say, the brightest stars burn the fastest.
I wish he gets a happy ending too. And yes I hope Taeha gives him a hard time, as well as Haesu (I love her)
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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Am I watching My Royal Nemesis simply because I noticed it was color-coded?
NO! I started watching it because I noticed the almost $4,000 red leather Gucci purse.
And that's how I realized the purse (along with everything else) was color relevant.
So now I am watching it because it's color coded.
But that's not the only reason I'm watching it! I'm also watching it because it's sun and moon coded/light x dark dynamic, which is why an eclipse happened in both timelines.
But also, there's a whole thing about red flowers, specifically peonies, "the king of flowers," and how they are the most beautiful flower in a garden full of beautiful flowers.
(The flowers are her)
Because she was the most beautiful flower blooming in the royal garden before she was plucked and crushed.
But she wasn't always the red flower and her love interest wasn't always the dark cloud.
He was blue. Loyal. Smart. Kind (to her).
And she was pink, even in the current timeline.
So I think the past and the present Shin Seo-Ri are the same person since the grandmother mentioned an accident occurred and Shin Seo-Ri forgot who she was then, so maybe she had an accident at work again and woke up with full memories of her past life . . . but that's not what this post is about. It's about the colors, and how slowly, these two are getting back to their softer colors.
Instead of always being red and black, they are gradually moving to pink and blue one color step at a time.
And it's probably because they found each other again in the midst of an eclipse with a shining red comet included.
Or maybe it's because love (mixed with this bokeh effect) reveals everyone's true color.
doing what she tells him to at the bbq in 0.1sec and then catching himself like wtf am i doing... visiting her at night to retrive his credit card only to in fact not pick up his card at all even though he clearly paid for dinner aka an entire cow... OPENING AN ENTIRELY NEW BRANCH WITHIN HIS COMPANY FOR HER ON A WHIM... this episode was so delightfully delicious i love this show already
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