not a question but i created a tumblr account just to drop this message and say that i've read all your works and all your minwon bookmarks and you're one of my favourite minwon authors 😭😭 i look up to you and your writing so much, i hope i'll be able to reach that kind of artistry one day 🥹 you're amazing and thank you so much for sharing your works with us!!!!! (i don't know if the first one sent LOL sorry for the duplicate if ever...)
Hey anon |˶˙ᵕ˙ )ﾉﾞsorry I'm replying so late! Uni definitely took 110% of me this year, haha. Thank you so very much for the sweet words, I'm so used to echoing the same sentiments to authors I adore, and receiving them myself is a little surreal! I hope you're still writing now, I still have a long way to go myself and I'm hoping to ease back into it eventually :")
please pleaseee continue gentle beings, i have been obsessed with this fic since the beginning and can't stop thinking about it even a year after the last update!
Hi anon! I can't believe it's been this long omg x_x gentle beings is so dear to me, and there are so many scenes I still have in my drafts... I did intend not to treat it like a longfic, which worked for a little while by letting me be more flexible and worrying less about the nitty-gritty structure details, but I inevitably hit a block anyway, haha. I'd love to pick it up again if the inspiration strikes!
hi, i don’t know if you check your tumblr anymore, but i just wanted to drop by and say that i absolutely adore your writing and i think you have a really magical way with words. i loved on-two, and i quite literally could not get sonagi out of my head for weeks (i’ve reread both too many times to count). thank you for sharing these works with us and bringing us invaluable pockets of joy and comfort; i hope you find as much happiness in writing these fics as i do reading them. i hope you’re doing well and that life is treating you wonderfully, or at least alright, because sometimes that is all we can ask for <3
as a side note, i was also just wondering if you have plans for posting your jock!jww and nerd!kmg au in the future? i don’t mean to place any pressure on you, i am truly simply curious - as a writer myself, i know how inspiration for ideas come and go and how our feelings towards our drafts can evolve over time, so it’s more than okay if the answer is no. the reason i’m asking is because i came across snippets of it on your twitter and fell in love with the au idea and the direction you took it, but really, no worries at all if it’s something that’s more in the past! i loved seeing the little scenes we got for wip wednesday here and there nonetheless :)
Hi!! Very sorry for my months-late response (my TMI in the totally mundane sense, I just finished my degree) but I have indeed been well ^^ I hope that you've also been able to find moments of happiness in your life ♡
It's been so long since I posted that it was a really interesting experience to look back at a few of my fics, and I'm super happy to hear that you liked them enough to reread :") Maybe it's recency bias -- if you can still call it 'recent' after a year -- but I'm quite fond of 소나기 especially. Actually, I still have half-written fic notes in my Tumblr drafts since I didn't see it through to the ending I'd envisioned. I remember it being pretty far out of my comfort zone. Even though the process was insanely long (the initial idea came to me in October 2021 LOL), I enjoyed every bit of it. I'd always intended for it to be a simple story with a gentle and warm atmosphere, just like kissing your lover while the rain strikes the roof above you... maybe that part 2 is back on the cards after all 💭
Jock!WW x nerd!MG...! What a blast from the past, omg, one of my VERY first Minwon WIPs :") I never even revealed the title! I got stuck about halfway through at the main point of conflict and... never picked it up after that 😅 I've on-and-off entertained the idea of just posting everything I'd written, but it's also in a weird sort of space where I find my old writing style to be a little juvenile, hahaha. I do think it would be a shame for it to never see the light of day after I put so much work into it back then, but it would need a decent amount of cleaning up before I could deem it readable. I also have the full plot outline lying around somewhere, so that could be a possibility too!
Thank you for stopping by, and for the opportunity to yap a little about my silly fics ♡
Found this year-old AU collecting dust at the bottom of my drafts and decided to send it out into the world! I must have started it immediately after I finished Mignon. I just can't resist the pull of eager puppy x aloof cat combo ¯\_(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)_/¯ I remember falling in love with the atmosphere, that gritty city bathed in red light, and wanting to explore the dynamic of Youngwon and Mignon's early relationship. You can find 1.3k of an opening scene below ^^
Mingyu's teeth are sharper than Wonwoo's own.
It's hard to ignore them when he's always flashing that huge grin of his as he pokes his head through the infirmary door. As if there's anything to smile about in this hellhole. But here he is again, smiling like a fool while Wonwoo patches up a cut on his forehead. It's not an injury from a fight, but the result of his clumsy nature. Smacked his head on the garage door at the mechanic's, supposedly, and he was a bit careless and reopened the wound.
The points of Mingyu's canines dig into his plush lower lip ever so slightly. Wonwoo's eyes flicker downwards, and he forces them back up. Mingyu's grin grows just a touch wider.
Try as he might, Wonwoo can't bring himself to hate the sight. It's what a kid like Mingyu should be doing, going to university and charming countless new friends into his pocket with his good looks. He shouldn't be stuck here getting roughed up on the regular just for some cash that'll be burned up by the weekend. Especially not when the majority of his modest earnings goes straight into the wallet of that piss-poor excuse for a man Mingyu calls his coach.
There's an earnestness in his deep brown eyes that the ring hasn't beaten out of him yet. Truth be told, Wonwoo doesn't want to see the day when Mingyu's toothy grin vanishes for good, which is why he tells Mingyu the same thing night after night:
"When are you going to find yourself a proper job and get the hell out of here?"
And flippant as ever, Mingyu will shoot back his usual response, "This is all I'm good for, ssaem."
The worst part is that he says it like he believes it. Heavens, would Wonwoo love to track down the bastard who taught him such complete bullshit.
Mingyu's a smart boy. Probably had a promising future before he got tangled up in all of this, though he's somewhat notorious for being tight-lipped about his past. He'd dropped by the infirmary one night just to quietly pore over a book in the corner. When Wonwoo succumbed to his curiosity and asked what he was reading, Mingyu showed him the cover of a second-hand anatomy textbook.
"I have a lot to catch up on," he'd said with a shy smile, "y'know, since I never finished high school and all. I was thinking it would be nice to go to university someday... ah, but that'll probably never happen."
If Wonwoo actually had some semblance of a spine, he would have agreed and told Mingyu to abandon that fruitless dream. But he couldn't bear to be so cruel as to rub salt into the wound when Mingyu already thought so lowly of his future, nor could he lie and offer up some nice words of empty optimism. In the end, all he did was ruffle Mingyu's hair in a rare gesture of affection.
The sound of Mingyu's voice calling for him drags Wonwoo away from his musings and back into the moment.
"Ssaem," Mingyu says lowly, breathlessly. His canines are still out on proud display, and Wonwoo can see the mole on the tip of his nose. How did Wonwoo fail to notice him getting this close? "Your eyes are so pretty. Have I ever told you that?"
Damn it all, Wonwoo thinks as he feels his ears growing warm.
"You must have hit your head too hard," he dismisses with a scoff, rolling his chair backwards and standing up to go to the sink. "You're all done. Now get out already."
Mingyu makes a noise of protest, most likely pouting, but there's a yell of his name from outside. It's that loud-mouthed coach of his, screaming at him to hurry up and get ready. Wonwoo really wishes the man would shut the fuck up for just one night.
Left with no choice, Mingyu bids Wonwoo goodbye in a rather dejected tone and slips out of the infirmary. He's one of the few people at the club who have the courtesy to close the door gently on his way out. He didn't get a chance to wish him good luck, Wonwoo realises with a sigh. Not that Mingyu will need it with the state of his current performance.
As Wonwoo reaches to turn the tap on, he catches sight of Mingyu's blood streaked against the side of his index finger. It's already tacky, half-dried and flaking on his skin. He inspects it idly while the water runs on and on, splattering against the basin.
Against his better judgement, Wonwoo brings his hand to his mouth and licks it clean. The rich taste of metal coats his tongue.
Mingyu loses the fight.
Wonwoo knows this not because he saw the match, nor did he hear the gossip circulating amongst the club's patrons. No, he knows because Mingyu flinches hard when Wonwoo places a light hand on his shoulder the next day.
Mingyu tries to put on a brave face, but he falters almost immediately beneath Wonwoo's gaze. Without a single word, he grabs the back of his collar and pulls his shirt over his head, then turns around. Even though Wonwoo knows what's coming, the sight still fills him with silent rage.
Bruises lash across Mingyu's back in long, red-purple stripes. It's a miracle the blows hadn't broken through skin. Wonwoo brushes his fingertips ever so slightly against one of the mottled bruises, and even that barely-there touch makes Mingyu's muscles tense up. It can't possibly be that he can no longer distinguish between a hand that holds no ill intent and one that means to hurt him.
"Why do you stay?" Wonwoo asks, no louder than a whisper.
"Coach didn't really hit me that hard. It looks worse than it is," Mingyu jumps to the defensive far too quickly for Wonwoo's liking. "I mean, he still gives me a roof over my head and he feeds me plenty, so... it's fine. It's 'cause I lost, anyway."
"Mingyu."
At the sound of his name, Mingyu peers over his shoulder. The corner of his mouth twitches up into a grin. He says, teasing, "Aw, you worried about me, ssaem?"
Yes. I am. I'm worried that living like this is going to tear you apart limb from limb. I'm worried that no matter how much I tend to your wounds, I won't be able to mend your broken spirit. I'm worried that someday, they'll push you beyond your limits and you'll just burn yourself and everything around you up like a supernova.
Wonwoo doesn't say any of these things. He stares at the tiles and forces himself to take a deep breath through his nose. Exhale. Once more.
"I'm going to have a word with your coach. How does he expect you to perform when he's already beaten you half to death?"
Mingyu snorts as he tugs his shirt back on, "I don't think Coach was worried about that at the time. Don't trouble yourself, ssaem. I can handle it."
Then, in a move so bold it shocks Wonwoo into total silence, Mingyu reaches out to trace a knuckle down Wonwoo's cheek and tips his chin up so their gazes catch and hold. Mingyu's eyes are gentle, and his smile has lost its sly edge. He looks so heartachingly young.
"Thanks for caring about me," he says softly before stepping back and leaving the infirmary just like that.
Late into the night, Mingyu's touch lingers like a phantom. The mere thought brings warmth to Wonwoo's cheeks as he prepares to lock up before sunrise, stopping at the spot where Mingyu had stood in front of him hours earlier. Not even a chilled bag of blood can quell the heat.
Wonwoo can feel his affection for Mingyu growing teeth and eyes and limbs, morphing into a creature of his own making and feeding upon the tender parts of his heart.
He would do well to kill it now before it has a chance to fester within him.
Ahh so... ...are you continuing this minwon royalty AU? Cause I might be in love with your story💖
Hi hi anon (｡･ω･)ﾉﾞthank you for the kind ask!
While I am most likely not going to write the royalty AU out in full, I do know that a few people are interested in seeing more of it. I am planning to post the full details of the plot, I'm just thinking about the best way to go about doing so. I wonder if people would want to read a chapter outline? Or maybe something like an extended plot summary? Either way, I need to do a fair bit of cleaning up to make it presentable and understandable to anyone who's not me LOL so stay tuned for that!
For someone who supposedly doesn't care much for writing royalty AUs, I sure have a lot of them in my WIPs... including a King's Maker AU which I really really want to see through to the end ><
Anyway, I found this abandoned draft for a different fandom from 2019. Looking back at my writing from 4 years ago sure was an Experience, but I didn't want to immediately throw up at least, so I consulted the oracle (Twitter) and decided to tidy up a little excerpt as a SVT/Minwon fic. Here's the basic gist:
Elven princes Mingyu and Seungcheol are shocked to discover that their late father has named Mingyu his heir instead of Seungcheol, the eldest
Newly appointed captain of the royal guard Wonwoo is assigned to protect Mingyu (spoiler: they do not like each other lol)
To avoid taking the throne, Mingyu pledges himself to the god of the hunt, joins a band of hunters (I'm thinking performance unit), and leaves for six years
He returns to the kingdom when a mysterious affliction sweeps the land, turning the people into demon-like monsters, and has to work with Wonwoo to investigate...
I actually have the entire story plotted out, and I am more than happy to answer any questions if anyone's curious to know more! You can find 3.2k of one of the early chapters, mostly unchanged from the original draft, below the cut ^^
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Mingyu's sleep is fitful, leaving him tossing and turning and tormented with snippets of strange dreams.
He walks for an age along the secret corridor, only for it to lead him to his father's room when he exits through the trapdoor. Just the sight of it, unopened since the king's death, stirs up a sick feeling in Mingyu's stomach. He doesn't know what possesses him to press his palm against the wood, only that it feels like fire trying to burn the skin from his hand. Of its own volition, his other hand drifts up as well, and he watches, entranced.
Mingyu pushes lightly against the door, hears the snap of splintering wood. A voice escapes through the cracks like scalding steam, and he pushes harder. His father's sharp words rush back to him from weeks, months, years long past. A heavy ache settles over his body, throbbing dully in the places where he could not be forced into the mould they made for Seungcheol. Pain lances across his cheek, but whether it's from the flames or a blow meant for his brother, he can't tell. The door collapses beneath the pressure, and he disappears into the flames.
He wakes, gasping, and sleep claims him again.
At a coronation, a crown is placed upon Mingyu's head, so heavy that it threatens to crush him. Hundreds of eyes bore into his flesh, picking like crows at every part of him they can reach, ripping him apart with their scrutiny. His own eyes dart around frantically and land upon Queen Consort Hyeyoung only to find a cold, insincere smile. Seungcheol is somewhere among them, flashing in and out of sight.
Mingyu tears the crown away in repulsion. When he hurls it to the ground at his feet, it shatters as if it were made of glass instead of precious metals. A moment passes, then the crowd erupts into raucous sound. He has displeased them. They surge upwards from their seats in a writhing, screaming mass. They call for his head. They call for his blood to be spilled.
He wakes, feels the prickle of those eyes on him, and shudders.
By now, the sun has begun to rise, throwing weak light into the room. Mingyu had gotten just a couple hours of sleep at the most. His body struggles against him, forcing his eyelids to droop and demanding more time to rest. Just as he's about to succumb, a sharp rap on the door seizes his attention.
Mingyu knows exactly who it is when the person enters before he even has the chance to respond. His brother slips into the room with those distinctive footsteps of his, dark eyes alight with excitement and the corner of his mouth curled upwards in amusement. He perches on the edge of the bed, yanking the covers away when Mingyu tries to bury himself underneath.
"You got caught last night," Seungcheol says, mirth laced in his tone. Mingyu rolls over to throw a glare in his direction.
"Good morning to you, too."
"Was it him? That Captain Jeon?"
Mingyu scowls at the mention of Wonwoo, having forgotten his existence momentarily. Seungcheol takes his stubborn silence as confirmation. In a more serious voice, he asks if Wonwoo found out about the passageway. Mingyu mulls it over for a moment before deciding that Wonwoo shouldn't have been able to figure out how he left castle grounds. He must've traced his path by some other means.
"I have a guard, too," Seungcheol sighs, flopping back onto the bed and across Mingyu's legs, ignoring his squawk of protest. "His name is Vernon. He's quiet, but he seems like a good kid. Must be capable if he became a guard at his age. He thinks quite highly of Captain Jeon."
"Good for them," Mingyu remarks sarcastically before he can bite it back. He shoves his face into a pillow to avoid the intrigued look Seungcheol sends his way.
"What, don't you like him? He was pleasant enough when I met him. Surely you've heard that he's the youngest captain in the history of the royal guard."
Mingyu refuses to answer. There is silence for a long moment, which borders on suspicious, then Seungcheol says in a sage-like, all-knowing tone, "Oh, I see. You fucked him."
Mingyu's expression cycles between outrage and disbelief before deciding to settle on embarrassment, to his dismay.
"Hyung!" he hisses, springing upright to hurl a pillow at his brother's head and shoot a look at the door as if Wonwoo could hear them from outside. Seungcheol blocks the pillow with ease, the sound of his delighted cackling quelling Mingyu's outburst. There hasn't been very much to laugh at as of late.
"There's no need to be embarrassed, Gyu-yah. Come to think of it, he's exactly your type-"
"I did nothing of the sort and I have no desire to!" Mingyu fumes, even as a giggle of his own threatens to escape him. He's painfully aware of the incriminating heat rising to his cheeks and ears, but he can't help the smile that tugs at his mouth. The roguish grin he receives in return is more than worth it.
Seungcheol has been run so thin lately, what with the burden of kingship dumped upon him in such an abrupt manner. And now, it may turn out that all of his efforts over the years were for naught. Mingyu reflects on what the queen consort told him last night, and dread fills his stomach at the very thought of having to take the crown. The vision of the coronation from his dreams flits to the front of his mind.
"How have you been, Mingyu?" Seungcheol asks softly as he pulls the pillow onto his lap and rests his hands atop it.
"Hyung," Mingyu begins with a heavy sigh, "did you know about the will?"
Seungcheol's gaze slides away. "Yes. I saw it the day before it was posted in the city centre."
"I don't blame you for keeping it from me, but how are you... alright with this?"
"The king's will is law, Mingyu-yah. I know this, and so do you."
"It doesn't make sense! Why would he name me his successor over you? He barely acknowledged my existence for twenty years and yet he left the entire kingdom to me? I don't believe it. I cannot believe it."
"Father took his reasons with him to the grave," Seungcheol says with grim resignation. "The only thing that we can do is follow his wishes."
"It should be you, hyung. It was always meant to be you. I'm not worthy," Mingyu finishes with a miserable sigh.
"I thought you would say something like that. But honestly speaking, I think you're just as capable of being a leader. Don't be so quick to undermine your skills."
Though Mingyu knows that Seungcheol is trying to be reassuring, he can't help but think that his brother sounds just like Queen Consort Hyeyoung. A product of her teachings, he supposes.
At Mingyu's skeptical raised eyebrow, Seungcheol gives his shoulder a light squeeze as a comforting gesture. "We'll figure something out. I'll still be here to help as much as I can."
Regardless of Mingyu's faith in his ability to lead the entirety of the kingdom, it simply isn't right for him to take the crown. Not when Seungcheol is the eldest, not when he has spent much of his life preparing for the inevitable day of their father's death. Despite having no choice but to take up the role of heir, Seungcheol has a true interest in the responsibilities of kingship. The life of a king has never appealed to Mingyu in the same way.
Seungcheol rises to his feet, tossing his pillow lightly at Mingyu's face and startling him from his thoughts. "Get dressed. Let's go to breakfast."
"Don't want to," Mingyu whines in response. "Can't we stay in here?"
It's definitely not because he doesn't want to face Wonwoo and be reminded of his wounded pride. Not at all. He's simply too tired to go all the way down to the dining hall and he'd much rather have breakfast in his room without having to take a single step outside, where Wonwoo is standing right now-
Mingyu yelps as the pillow makes contact with his face for a second time, more forcefully than the last. In his serious, all-business voice, Seungcheol insists that he comes down to have breakfast with Queen Consort Hyeyoung, so Mingyu acquiesces with a grumble.
"Choi Seungcheol, you are the rudest elf I have ever had the misfortune of meeting."
"I know you love me, dearest brother."
Mingyu's exaggerated eye roll threatens to earn him a third smack with the pillow, so he leaps out of bed under the pretence of getting dressed and shoos Seungcheol out of his room. After he's cleaned himself up and made an attempt at taming the bird's nest that is his hair, Mingyu scrutinises his reflection with a critical eye.
He's visibly tired, his under eyes stamped with dark half-moons. His mouth is set in a displeased line, his shoulders are hunched, and his eyes are too full of worries. The image staring back at him doesn't look at all like a king, not even when he tries to picture a crown on his head. Its phantom weight pushes his head down, forcing him to break his gaze from his tired reflection.
Seungcheol always resembled their father more, anyway.
//
Breakfast is doomed to be a sombre affair as soon as Mingyu and Seungcheol enter the hall, followed closely by Wonwoo and Vernon. They slide into their seats across from Queen Consort Hyeyoung under the sympathetic eyes of the staff present, and Mingyu resists the urge to steal a sideways glance at his father's empty place at the head of the table. He almost prefers it this way.
The last time they all had breakfast together must've been at least four years ago, when Mingyu and Seungcheol were only sixteen. He barely remembers what it was like, though it isn't a particularly fond memory to begin with. It was around that time Mingyu took to having his morning meal alone in his room or the gardens. Immersed in his studies, Seungcheol wouldn't even come to eat sometimes either.
When Queen Consort Hyeyoung greets them, her slight smile doesn't quite reach her tired eyes. Mingyu meets her gaze, and the knowing look he finds there is enough to make him break eye contact to stare at his plate. A welcome distraction comes in the form of food brought out by the kitchen staff, who he thanks courteously.
Queen Consort Hyeyoung and Seungcheol begin to discuss an upcoming trade meeting with one of the western nations, so Mingyu helps himself to a roll still warm from the oven. After a liberal application of butter and honey scented like the local flowers, he bites into the soft bread, relishing the satisfying sweetness. Honey spills over his fingers and threatens to turn into a sticky mess. Perhaps he was a little too generous.
"Prince Mingyu," Queen Consort Hyeyoung calls to him. "What do you plan to do today?"
Before he even has the chance to open his mouth to respond, Mingyu feels a shift in the air, something odd that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up. And before he even has the chance to even furrow his brow in suspicion, it happens.
The sound of shattering glass pierces the air, followed by a soft thud. The razor sharp tip of an arrow impales an orange perched precariously at the top of the fruit bowl, sending it flying off the edge of the table. Mingyu tracks it with his eyes as it rolls in a wobbly line to stop at Wonwoo's feet. A note written in black ink is tied to the shaft of the arrow like a mockery of a white flag.
A violent chill races down Mingyu's spine when he realises that the arrow had flown straight through the space between his and Seungcheol's heads. There had barely been a beat between the moment that he'd felt it twist the palace magic and the point of impact. He would've been dead before his mind even processed the window shattering.
After the last shards of glass have settled, the dining hall is silent. No one dares to move an inch, all eyes glued to the arrow which interrupted their morning meal. Slowly, carefully, with tension lining his body, Wonwoo leans down to pluck the arrow free and straighten out the message. Mingyu can see that his jaw is clenched, his knuckles pale with the intensity of his grip.
"I will come for what I am owed," Wonwoo reads out in a grim tone. His eyes flicker to Mingyu, then Seungcheol.
A murmur erupts throughout the room, pulsing in waves of concern. To their credit, none of the staff panic or dissolve into hysterics, though the palpable tension sits heavily on Mingyu's shoulders. He shares a sideways glance with Seungcheol as Queen Consort Hyeyoung says in a dangerously calm and even tone, "A perimeter search, if you will, Captain Jeon."
Wonwoo strides out of the room with a curt nod, still clutching the arrow in his hand. The remaining guards band closer towards the three of them left sitting frozen at the table. It makes Mingyu's chest constrict with snake-like fear, the kind that suffocates hope. Such a blatant threat, a direct attack. Mingyu and Seungcheol aren't the only ones left of the royal bloodline but they're certainly aware now of the bright red targets stamped upon their backs.
Queen Consort Hyeyoung clears her throat pointedly, and the maids, startled into action, bustle about using spells to gather the broken glass shards and dispose of them safely. A shield is put up across the empty frame in the meantime. The arrow must've been enchanted to break the protection on the window, powerful magic to counter the intensive safety measures woven into every single brick of the palace. It will take some time before a replacement is ready.
"Who would dare do something as bold as this?" Seungcheol asks in a low voice as Queen Consort Hyeyoung speaks to the guards. There's something almost like incredulity in his tone.
"I don't think they were acting alone," Mingyu murmurs back.
"Sounds like it has something to do with Father."
All this talk of an assassination plot has sapped Mingyu of his good mood, filling him with anxiety instead. But still he wonders, why? Whoever it was had both the resources and the opportunity to kill either of them in that moment, perhaps even both. So why go to the trouble of revealing themselves and their intentions in such a brazen manner?
Mingyu casts his gaze down at his half-eaten roll, regretful now that his appetite has entirely vanished. The honey has soaked into the bread and formed a golden sheen, but not even that enticing colour is enough to assuage the sick feeling in his stomach. He nudges the plate away with some reluctance.
"As I was saying," Queen Consort Hyeyoung begins in a slightly tense tone. "Prince Mingyu, what are your plans for the day?"
"I was... actually hoping to visit the city centre."
"Absolutely not."
Mingyu cannot say he wasn't expecting to get shot down immediately, but it does nothing to quell his disappointment. His dismay only deepens when Queen Consort Hyeyoung contemplates a total lockdown of the palace until the threat has been eliminated. If there's one thing he hates, it's being confined. The urge to protest is too compelling to push aside.
"My lady, we're playing right into their hands. Whoever was behind his, they want to create fear-"
"Prince Mingyu. Your safety is no trivial matter."
"I refuse to be afraid," Mingyu insists, all too aware of how stubborn he sounds, how he's playing a dangerous game with the line that marks defiance. "I will not stay shut up in the palace and wait for someone to kill me."
The warning Seungcheol gives him in the form of a kick under the table reminds him to keep his tongue in check, though he doesn't pay it much mind after that. He's not ready to back down on this just yet. Queen Consort Hyeyoung shows no indication of her thoughts except for a slight, almost imperceptible, flaring of her nostrils.
"Very well," she begins in a steely tone. "I don't doubt that you can take care of yourself, Prince Mingyu. But Captain Jeon will accompany you at all times, and I want a tracking spell bound to you."
Dissatisfied with these conditions, Mingyu clenches his jaw. He loathes the thought of being monitored at every step, but he recognises the immense leniency Queen Consort Hyeyoung is showing in allowing him out of the palace in the first place.
"Of course, my lady," Mingyu concedes quietly as he bows his head in respect. He's given a sunset curfew which he agrees to without any resistance; the idea of being out at night with a potential assassin in their midst is none too appealing. At that moment, Wonwoo returns with a steely expression.
"We weren't able to find anyone, Your Majesty," he reports, his deep voice tinged with frustration. "But we did catch a faint trace of magic. I've got someone looking into it."
"Thank you, Captain Jeon. I trust you will keep me informed. In the meantime, please accompany Prince Mingyu during his visit to the city centre."
The incredulous look that crosses over Wonwoo's face would be amusing if not for the tension still throttling the room.
//
"I'm beginning to get the impression that you are quite stubborn, Prince Mingyu," Wonwoo remarks dryly, leaning against the wall with his arms folded. "Foolishly so, one might even say."
Mingyu raises an eyebrow, but otherwise remains unaffected by the obvious bait.
"Think what you like about me, Captain Jeon," he shrugs even as the urge to retort does a tantalising dance at the forefront of his thoughts. He shoulders his satchel and sets off down the corridor without waiting for Wonwoo. The way that Wonwoo falls smoothly into step right beside him is something Mingyu will have to get used to.
"All I'm saying is that I don't think it's very wise for future King Mingyu to be so insistent on leaving the palace, especially when someone wants you dead."
"There won't be a problem as long as you do your job," Mingyu replies airily, shooting a sly sideways glance at Wonwoo. "Are you implying that you're incompetent, Captain Jeon?"
The sight of Wonwoo's face scrunching into a scowl might be the most satisfying thing Mingyu's seen all morning.
"Let me make this clear, I am your guard, not your mother-" Wonwoo begins in an irritated tone, but Mingyu stops walking and effectively cuts him off.
With narrowed eyes, Mingyu says, "I'd watch my tongue if I were you, Captain Jeon. I may tolerate the less than appropriate way you speak to me, but others certainly will not."
There is a moment in which Wonwoo holds his gaze firmly, expression unreadable. It's rather tense, and Mingyu finds himself unable to look away from those sharp eyes. Then, Wonwoo seems to relax a little.
"My apologies, Your Highness. I misspoke," he murmurs, and though Mingyu doubts its sincerity, it's better than nothing.
hey hi lol just wanted to thank you, had a pretty shitty day today and your new fic made me happy, owe it to you. thank you.
Hey there anon :> I hope that today was a bit kinder to you. I tend to think of my writing as a self-indulgent hobby, but it really does mean a lot to hear that it could provide you with a little moment of happiness. Thanks for dropping by, and I wish for good things to come your way soon 💖
gentle beings
started: july 8th, 2021
finished: TBD
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Background + worldbuilding/setting notes below ^^
In 2018, I was incredibly hyped about the release of Detroit: Become Human. I was firmly in my androids phase at the time (Nier Automata, my one true love ♡), and I was super excited to see how the story would play out.
...And DBH just fell flat. Though there were some standout moments, I couldn't help but feel sorely disappointed by various plot and characterisation issues. I'll keep my opinions to a minimum, but I think it's quite telling about the writing quality that the best parts of the game came when the voice and motion-capture actors insisted on straying off-script and improvising a little. But y'know, whatever, what do I know... ¯\_(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)_/¯
I know it sounds like I hated the game, but I did enjoy it for what it was, I swear!! The world itself was developed with an impressive level of detail, and it covered some interesting points about what a future with androids might look like. Here is where my android!MG fic comes into play (finally)!
For the purpose of the fic, I borrowed from some of the basic principles of how androids work in DBH:
Androids are usually identifiable by their uniform or a ring-shaped LED worn on the right temple (this functions as a status indicator - blue for normal functioning, yellow for processing, red for errors or distress)
Their inner functions resemble the human body, featuring synthetic organs known as biocomponents
Part of their functioning involves a circulatory fluid called thirium, nicknamed 'blue blood'
That's essentially it! I've tried to provide enough exposition within the fic to establish my own set of rules for this universe, but I wanted to be transparent about my inspirations and clarify some terms. You can look forward to Minwon being domestic, existential crises, and how a human and an android learn how to live together :>
hi hi i was wondering about the nerd!mingyu and popular!wonwoo au u tweeted a while ago.. i really liked reading a little bit of it. are you planning to upload it? ><
Oh, hi there anon! I haven't checked my Tumblr in a while, so I really hope your question hasn't been sitting in my inbox collecting dust for too long oops ;w;
Aaahhh jock!WW AU, my darling... it's been a very long time since I worked on it, but I'm determined to finish it eventually! It's about halfway finished (~35k last time I checked) and I sort of just ran out of steam before a really important moment in the plot. There's still so much left that I want to do with this fic, and I really am very fond of it. Good news though, I'm currently on my uni break! Looking forward to getting some writing done and catching up on fics I've missed :> Just for you, I'll try to work on this fic a little, thanks for dropping by ♡
