"dear father" (in which jinwoo returns to his hometown with his members after becoming a member of winner. he writes a letter to his father, one he’s wanted to write for a long time.) drabble; wordcount: 1870.
a/n: written because of em for em, who also thought up most of the letter. so again, this is for you em.
"It comes back to Jinwoo in a mess of salty air and grainy slush under his feet, grey-tipped clouds over white shores, dark rocks kissing the surging waves. Home. "
pairing: minjinyoon (mino + jinwoo + seungyoon)
summary: for jinwoo, the world turns a pale blue on mondays. it seeps into his skin, sinks into his bones, and lives behind his eyes.
a/n: some people may recognize this story from my acct on aff; it's a bit different this time around. not head canon. multi-chapter.
pairing: minjinyoon (mino + jinwoo + seungyoon)
summary: for jinwoo, the world turns a pale blue on mondays. it seeps into his skin, sinks into his bones, and lives behind his eyes.
a/n: some people may recognize this story from my acct on aff; it's a bit different this time around. not head canon. multi-chapter.
I read both your Minwoo fics and your Jin-yoon fic and they were all amazing. Can you post some of your other work too? I don't even care if it isn't WINNER-related I'm just kind of addicted to your writing style T____T omg i admitted it.
Wow ;_____; Why do people even send me messages like this, do you have any idea what it does to my heart?? Thank you so much for liking my stuff enough to send in such a lovely message <3333 (i cry)
Haha, and sure. Here’s a drabble I wrote a while ago. Not WINNER-related and it’s pretty short:
sun and wind.
spliced between crackling pop rocks and smoldering embers, god put her there. the pinnacle of naive, young, drunk, lovely desire. my palms tingled when she was around, adrenaline rushing in waves of anxious fingers and dry eyes. chapped lips from long nights and too much good dope were signs of pride and damn did we have hubris.
midnight black 1979 camaro streaking through the streets running on lust and newfound freedom, i turned and watched the curls of her hair tremble in the wind. talks of college and jobs and being a fucking adult, fucking finally, fell between thumps of wind against ear drum and i saw her for what she was.
head tilted, neck arched, eyes closed - she was… harsh reality pressed against mettle. a leash seaming itself into plucky desire.
foolish, boyish courage that only sticks around when your dick is hard and your heart is young surged and up-welled like the waves crashing against the beady shore outside, so i did it. i pushed myself off my seat, gripped her head rest, and pressed my lips against hers.
her eyes snapped open and i stumbled back, lips blazing, dick proud.
she stared at me as my heart beat circles around itself. she just looked at me.
then she closed her eyes again and arched her neck the same way, only this time she faced away from me. she didn’t want me and i knew that. but i did it. and it was worth it.
she tasted like the sun, she tasted like sea salt, she tasted like the wind.
pairing: mino + jinwoo
a/n: just a drabble, an old one but i felt like feeding my minwoo needs today.
summary: not set in reality, but in a place where mino and jinwoo are both scarred. they meet on a bridge and mino asks if jinwoo's ever felt like jumping before, but he already knows.
trigger warning.
