The eldest son of one of the richest businessmen in the country, the heir of the mine and coal family business may have made some ups and downs throughout his life by making the wrong choices.
A feisty doctor was the one for him, yet he betrayed their love with a girl who only took advantage of his social status, now he feels what lowest feels like.
cast: kim mingyu x oc
genre: fictional romance
trope: strangers to lover, established relationship
tags: one sided-enemies to lovers (with Shailyn)
warnings: harsh language, sexual innuendos, sex, cheating
language: bilingual (english & bahasa)
career: heās privileged enough to be pengangguran #crypto son.
The first son and older twin; Winston is the heir, Chairman and CEO of W-Holdings, a family owned multinational parent company that ensure sustainable growth of subsidiaries in engineering, procurement, construction, development, propertyāreal industrial estate and hospitality across the globe. His twin brother, Jason Weston Winata is the heir and CEO of PT. Winata Graha Muliaāa subsidiary company leading in luxurious hotels across Asia.
He married Elowynn Joscelyne Joeswanto in 2021, the right heir of PT. Tempo Group, one of the leading media, sales and distribution company in Indonesia which distributes for both multi-national and local companies, as well as the co-founder of SaturdaySunday Inc.
type: mostly parasocial and my own haluness
muse: jeon wonwoo x oc
genre: fictional romance-slice of life
trope: childhood friends to best friends (to brief strangers) to lovers to marriage
accents/tags: first love, years long of heartbreak and longing, slice of life, rom-com & very domestic
warnings: fluff, sex and sexual innuendos, traumatic past, possible pregnancies, animals (snake), abuse, death
underground fighter!wonwoo. tw // violence, blood, kiss
āNo!ā I screamed, the audienceās cheering loud enough to gulp it down. His opponent was at least a head taller than him, and I gulped for a countless time when Wonwoo held his bloody fists up to continue the round again.
āKevin! Kevin! Kevin!ā Was cheered around the large basement, big enough to hold an underground match at least twice a week.
Wonwoo took a few steps back, Kevin swung, and Wonwoo dodged to the right. Kevin swung again letting Wonwoo duck this time and sidestepped to the other side.
āI canāt do this,ā I whispered, inhaling deeply, having to watch my own love, bleeding to death by a guy twice his size and all muscle, looking like he was injected with testosterone.
Wonwooās not exactly on the smaller side, judging from his broad shoulders and tall figure yet heās fast with his movements. I shut my eyes for a few seconds, when I opened it again Wonwoo was landing a punch to Kevinās nose, and the volume in the basement was deafening by then.
Wonwoo sank a left hook into Kevinās jaw, on reflex my hand flew over my mouth when Kevin tempted a few more punches into the air. Kevin fell against his entourage when Wonwoo elbowed him in the face. Kevin came out swinging again, throw after throw he couldnāt keep up just when I thought it was over. Wonwoo went in for the kill when one punch was missed by Kevin, slamming his hand into the cement pillar.
Wonwoo brought his knee to Kevinās face and then pummel him over and over until Kevin stumbled before hitting the ground. He did it so relentlessly leaving Kevinās bloodied face be the proof of his win tonight, the crowd who were cheering for Kevin now cheered for Wonwoo as he disappeared behind the gathered fans.
āBabe? Babe!ā Wonwoo called from the darkness behind the wall I stood by watching his victory. His face blunt filled with a few bruises and red marks. I rushed to his embrace, holding his face tenderly, observing the newly made wounds on his gorgeous face.
āIām fine, please donāt cryā¦ā He tried reassuring my worries.
āI canāt,ā I shook my head trying to not let the tears fall. āI canāt watch you get beat up anymore, not tomorrow not next week, not ever again, please..ā
āI won,ā he smiled, hands on both sides of my hips. I sucked in a sigh, āI know but I canāt.ā
āI told Tyler that Iām done after tonight,ā He confessed, still smiling, loving the way I get very worried every damn time.
āYou- you what?ā I asked, tilting my head, surprised and confusion took over me.
āYeah, I told him I canāt keep seeing my girl flinch every time someone missed a swing at me thinking Iāll get jabbed, makes me lose my focus.ā He smirked, satisfied with the shy smile curving up from the ends of my lips.
I gave him a quick peck on the cheek before pushing him a little, getting a heartedly laughter coming from him. He took my hand and intertwined them, walking both of us out of the basement, to his black Harley, which was my ride for the night back to our shared apartment.
[00.47] all my mornings are mondays in endless february
song illustration drabble of fortnight by taylor swift
Wonwoo stared at the steel wired telephone, feeling the cold breezed through his leather jacket, the same type of cold her shoulder gave him two nights ago when they last met.
āIām sorry, thatās all I could say.ā He broke the silence, stopping her tracks though her back was still facing him.
She didnāt turn around. Her long black hair was then dyed into ash brown, her locks framing her face to make into bangs that made her unrecognisable at first glanceābut not to him.
He saw her took a deep breath before she shifted her heels to step forward, then another, and another. Every step bringing her further from him, leaving him behind, as her past.
What he didnāt know was, how tears started streaming down her cheeks continuously as she continued to walk away from him.
No one seemed to realise that she was crying her way through her heart. He was someone she lovedāhell, love, still. The miracle move on drugs werenāt doing their magic the second his eyes locked into hers for a split second before she walked past him earlier.
Wonwoo stood still where he was, hearing ablaze silence of āI love you, itās ruining my life.ā Screamed at him all over again, exactly like the first night he didnāt expect her to confess.
She had her things packed and ready to live up to their better expectations than his empty promises and quiet treasons.
For a fortnight there, they were together foreverābetter in his regretful memoirs.
He pushed another coin and pressed her dial numbers in, clearing his throat as he waited for her mailbox to chime in.
āI thought of calling you.. but you wonāt pick up, so Iām here. Hi.ā
Another coin..
āIām sorry, Iām sorry.ā
Another one..
āI bought the car you wanted, but uh- it wonāt start up, I guess itās ācause youāre no longer here with me.ā
There were no one to blame but their lost fortnights.
Where did it all go baby, where have the time gone? threw it all to waste quicker than friction maybe then it was all meant to be fiction.
Didnāt know what was left of me to give my entirety to you, but it all fell apart down the drain, just down the drain with no leftovers.
Landed on safe cushions with my heart broke in two, wishing I could feel it all without my system failing.
When I donāt feel a thing without you, I keep wishing I could feel a more than two, are you my baby or Iām not allowed to? Think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed permanently.
Iām dancing around on a cruised ship taking me round and round like a circus, sippinā through my happiness like you do on your B30 every night babyā¦
I donāt feel empty now that youāre gone.. does that mean it didnāt mean nothing at all? Itās the way it doesnāt hurt when I wish it did.
