alright. I'm here. I have been thinking about this since I saw the email came in, even read it in the email itself because I was that impatient. I'm still not ready for this but here I am. THIS IS SO!!!! PB-CORE!!! unhinged, but in the best way possible. the way you create the atmosphere is so masterful. okay, the tags warn me of what's coming, but that does not mean they make me any more ready than I would've been going in blind. (on that note, Mingyu is an unidentifiable entity made me chuckle. lol.)
it has been many, many years since Seokmin last touched Kim Mingyu but not a day has gone by when he forgot what it felt like. - ARE THOU KIDDING MEEEEEE. wanting someone you don't regret stabbing but regret having let escape even years after the fact so much so you're willing to give yourself up to air that just feels like him!!! fuck!!! what the fuck!!!
Mingyu always did blush so prettily when he was being taken apart. [PTERODACTYL SCREECHING]
these lines in particular. I'm bonkers about them put in context, together: Maybe he will wake up tomorrow and realise this was all a dream, wished up by memories Seokmin had learnt to bury every night that his father called for his company. and But for now, all Seokmin cares to deal with is the night, and its shadow—perched as it was on his hip.
I always admire how you wrap complexity in subtlety and do it so well T______T. the aftermath of betrayal and how one lives with it... the desperation inherent in succumbing to the ghosts of the past. Maybe they’re both willing to die for this kiss GAH. PB.
not joking when I said this is better than the original fic. I'm forever honoured. this is a high I'd never come down from. THANK U.
Re: [REMIX] every lover's got a little dagger in their hand
it has been many, many years since Seokmin last touched Kim Mingyu but not a day has gone by when he forgot what it felt like. - ARE THOU KIDDING MEEEEEE. wanting someone you don't regret stabbing but regret having let escape even years after the fact so much so you're willing to give yourself up to air that just feels like him!!! fuck!!! what the fuck!!!
Mingyu always did blush so prettily when he was being taken apart. [PTERODACTYL SCREECHING]
these lines in particular. I'm bonkers about them put in context, together: Maybe he will wake up tomorrow and realise this was all a dream, wished up by memories Seokmin had learnt to bury every night that his father called for his company. and But for now, all Seokmin cares to deal with is the night, and its shadow—perched as it was on his hip.
I always admire how you wrap complexity in subtlety and do it so well T______T. the aftermath of betrayal and how one lives with it... the desperation inherent in succumbing to the ghosts of the past. Maybe they’re both willing to die for this kiss GAH. PB.
not joking when I said this is better than the original fic. I'm forever honoured. this is a high I'd never come down from. THANK U.