During their one year apart, Han Joowon writes letters to Lee Dongsik.
Or, 5 times Han Joowon wrote letters to Lee Dongsik that he didn’t send, and 1 time that he did.
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hi omg this fic has a very special place in my heart and i am so so happy to finally see its end 🫶 what started as a simple idea of pining han joowon writing letters to lee dongsik has now been completed AAAAA what a ride 😭 i hope u have fun reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it !
when you look at me like that, darling, what did you expect?
What Lee Dongsik stirs in Han Joowon is nothing short of maddening.
Inspired by @motherdanger's cute, nsfw art from long ago about joowon jerking it off to dongsik's pic hahaha (aaa finally managed to finish this one fic for that lmao congrats na naman sayo han joowon!)
Lee dongsik—the hands that cradled him and had to let go of, the arms he held and held him in return.
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it feels like such a long time since i wrote something significant (the 24k words chapter of heaven help us dont count) and with the 1st year anniversary of turning page—the first long fic i wrote ever, which made me love beyond evil even more—i thought i’d resurrect this draft which was the first rough draft of chapter six of that fic.
real life has caught me so much, but i’m so glad to see the fandom thriving well!!! hello to all the new people, and hi to all that are still here <3
RAAAAAA LEE DONGSIK!!! just one night pls just one!!!! hngghhddh this is still so soo sooooo good please you captured the moment so well!!!!!!!! THE EYES ARE SIMPLY PERFECT!!!! IMPRINTING THIS IN MY MIND FOREVER RAAAAAAAAAA
Good character development is when Han Juwon realizes he enjoys being thoroughly fucked by Lee Dongsik in front of a mirror so he is forced to watch his own reflection and see what a cute, needy, insatiable chaebol boyslut he truly is. He's so desperate to be used, to get completely wrecked by this bristly backwater (ex-)cop who is so far beneath the Han family it should've been laughable.
Except Juwon ain't laughing. He's just moaning, and pleading. No pride, no poise, just shameless, pathetic begging spilling from his pretty lips.
The Tower symbolizes sudden changes and unexpected transformations. It represents the collapse of structures, like a trap designed to be invincible, which completely distorts the philosophy of victory and rehabilitation, turning into nothing more than an instrument of sadism.
On the outskirts of Seoul, Manyang struggles at the resurrection of a crime that once brought the town to the depths of hell twenty-seven years ago. Now at the cusp of redevelopment, various forces realign themselves to play the game. And at the center of it all stands its priest—accused.
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(super sorry for the long wait AAAAAA)
heaven help us
After leading a woman to her death, Han Joowon breaks free of his father's grasp and tries to reconcile with what he's done by fulfilling his mother's wish for him to serve the church that failed to save her. But the arrival of something that shouldn't have been here in the first place threatens to drag Father Han Joowon back to the case he had dug up and failed to solve.
ok short story: what a ride huh!!! this chapter alone is 18.2k words (around 3k words over the previous chapters combined) and really challenged me!!! >< besties know i have not written long fics before (at least i have not finished them) but i am SOOO COMMITTED TO THIS I HOPE THE PROCESS KNOWS IM TRUSTING HER and anw multiple POVs are exciting and all that, and i hope it went well... i cant even tell at this point.... anw
this was supposed to be for beloved @motherdanger's birthday, but it took too long :((( pls accept it anyway hehe mwa mwa
lots of love also to everyone who has shown this fic love through kudos and comments, it kept me alive for a looooong time, enough to churn out these words and form an actual chapter i am this close to crying because its finally done
I don't normally do this, but I'm soooo excited about this WIP so I thought I'd share over here too hehe please have some jwds joseon au <333 (this snippet is inspired by the short story 'Dead Stars' which is one of my favorites!!! worth a read if time permits <333)
“I should like to see your hometown.”
They have stopped by the edge of Joowon’s hanok that looks over the mountains; huge silhouettes in the distance where the sun would rise in the mornings. A breeze comes in from the west, carrying with it the scent of balsams, and Han Joowon sees the landscape reflected in Dongsik’s eyes—the color of freshly-tilled earth in the summers, the color of warmth and comfort.
“What ever do you mean, my lord? I grew up here in Hanyang. At the kisaeng house.” Dongsik’s voice is gentle, accommodating like it always sounds. Though there is a lilt to it. A certain hesitance he has not heard before. Joowon grapples to hold it, to pull the mask and see the man behind. Even for a short moment.
“Sometimes it is as though you long for someplace else. Away from Hanyang. Far from the kisaeng house and the palace.”
He does not elaborate on the look Dongsik has during those moments. The distance in his gaze that tells Joowon he is not truly seeing what is in front of him, that he is someplace else in his mind. Somewhere far and warm. Somewhere Joowon cannot reach him.
Here, if he reaches out, he knows Dongsik will let him. Like he always does. Out of obligation or desire, Joowon has not yet distinguished. But he is not a fool, and he knows that the division between him and the only man—no, the only person—who has caught his attention is not just the social caste.
There is something hidden in Lee Dongsik. It’s in his gaze, the way he carries himself, the way he sometimes smiles, and the way he sometimes feels beneath Joowon’s touch.
When he was younger, Joowon liked to venture into the smith’s workplace. He used to watch them work with steel and fire, each hit of the hammer on the steel ringing in his ears while the weapon sharp enough to kill him forms. He wonders if being with Lee Dongsik is the same. If every touch is like working with steel and fire, if every cry of pleasure would end in tears of pain, sharp enough to stop his heart from beating.
“Home.”
“Home,” Joowon agrees. Though the concept is foreign to him, nothing but flashes of a smile from a mother he no longer remembers.
Dongsik sighs, the kind that ends with a small smile. Joowon watches him remove his gat and tilt his head towards the sun. His eyes trace Dongsik’s profile, caress the slope of his nose, his lips, the line of his neck. He captures in his mind everything he could and tries not to think of why he feels the need to do so.
“I suppose there will be nothing to see.”
“Nothing?” whispers Joowon, “There is you.”
“Hm,” Dongsik turns to him, “But I am here, my lord.”
Joowon almost reaches out, his hand already halfway through to close the small distance between them. Caught.
It takes him a while to reply, enraptured as he is by the sun shining in Dongsik’s eyes—making them look like the expensive ambers the members of the court flaunt on every chance they get. But this is better than those jewels. Invaluable. Joowon would have conquered hundreds of lands if it meant those eyes would keep looking at him.
dropping this here, along with a greeting: HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!!!! hope the next year brings us more joy and abundance and lots and lots of Beyond Evil/jwds content!!!
