#windbreaker (yongseok jo)

[sol-tani]

⟡ : boyfriend texts with vinny !

pairing. vinny hong x gn!reader

genre. smau/texts, fluff, some angst, established relationship

warnings. arguing (it’s quick), playful threats (fighting, hitting, etc. but never seriously), vinny may be ooc but I don’t think so…

𖤓 – please let me know what you think of this! vinny is one of my favorite characters so I was excited when anon requested it :) If you have requests for any of the people I write for, please send them in and I’ll try my best to make them !!

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[swrkn]

can you please make 'theres only one bed' scenario with sabbath crew? thank you sm (^_^ ♡)

𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐃 ?

Sabbath crew (individual) x g/n reader

Genre ; sfw (?)

Author note ; Hii of course i can without any problem, Im sorry Vinny is not in this one because it would have been too long for me :(

You had a race during a storm that finished a little too late, so you decided to stay in a hotel close to you for the night, only to discover there is only a room left, with a single bed…

𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑 ( 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐔𝐍 )

"You've got to be kidding me." were the only words you could find to say.

"I'm really sorry," the receptionist added quickly.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "No, no. This can't— Is there anywhere else? A couch? A closet? A broom cupboard?"

The receptionist shook her head apologetically. "Afraid not."

Joker crossed his arms, a little embarrassed by this situation. "Hey, It's just one night, we can manage to make it work."

You shot him a look. "One night? One night with you in the same room?"

"Unless you'd rather sleep in the street."

For a moment, you genuinely considered it. Then the memory of the freezing temperatures outside made you groan in defeat.

"Fine. We'll share the room," you said, glaring at him. "But there are rules. You stay on your side and everything."

“I wasn’t planning to go on yours”

“Perfect than it’s settled, let’s just go to sleep.” It was a really exhausting race, and the only thing you two wanted, was going to sleep.

…

During the night, Joker noticed you were freezing, and that because of that, you couldn’t sleep.

“Are you cold ?” He simply says

“I’m okay, thanks for asking.” Actually, you were not, you were just too proud to admit it.

“Turn over, on your other side” As he says that, you could feel his hand on your shoulder.

The mattress sinks behind you, and you could suddenly feel his warm chest against your back

“Are you feeling better now ?” As he said this, you could feel his warm breath behind you hear

“Yeah…thank you..” you managed to say.

“You shouldn’t try to sleep now, we have another race tomorrow” he says, his voice fading away a little, sign that he was staring to fall asleep.

Maybe after all, this night wasn’t gonna be that bad.

𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐊 𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐍

The clerk handed over the key with a sheepish smile. “Apologies for the confusion, but it seems we only have one room left. And, uh… it’s got a single bed.”

You glanced at the clerk, then at Hyuk. “That’s fine with you ?”

“As long as i can sleep, i don’t see a problem.” Hyuk simply says, with his usual calm behaviour.

Hyuk grabbed the key before you could. “Guess it’s a good thing neither of us snores, huh?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, works for me.”

He pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was small but neat, the single bed pushed up against the far wall. You tossed your things onto the floor and flopped into the chair by the window.

“You taking the left or the right side?” You asked, already pulling off your jacket.

“Doesn’t matter,” he said. “Just stay on your side, and we’re good.”

“Deal.”

The room settled into a comfortable silence, the kind that came easily between two people who didn’t feel the need to overthink things. You leaned back, watching as Hyuk unpacked a phone charger and stretched out on the bed like it was no big deal.

…

The first thing you became aware of when you woke up, was warmth. Not just the kind from the morning sunlight streaming through the curtains, but a, solid warmth beneath your cheek. Your eyes fluttered open, and it took you a second to process what you were seeing.

A shirt.

Not yours tho.

Your eyes trailed up, slowly and carefully, until you realized your head was resting on Hyuk’s chest, his arm loosely draped around your shoulders.

You’ve stopped breathing for a moment.

Oh no.

You froze, trying to piece together how this had happened. You were so determined to stay on your side of the bed. There even was a pillow wall, for crying out loud. But at some point in the night…

“Morning,” his voice came, low and slightly hoarse from sleep.

You froze, again. “Uh.” You were still too mortified to do anything but blink at the wall. “Morning.”

Hyuk shifted slightly, his arm retracting as he glanced down at you. “Weren’t you supposed to stay on you side ?”

You didn’t had an excuse, so you had to came up with a lie. “You took all the blanket, and i was cold, that’s all”

“Your a bad liar you know ?”

“I did not—” you stopped, realizing you had no actual memory to contradict him. “Okay, fine. But why didn’t you wake me up?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I would've moved to the floor but you were using me as a pillow. Besides, I’ve figured you needed to rest because of the race.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “This is the worst.”

“Is it, though?” He teased, getting up and heading for his bag. “You survived the night, didn’t you?”

You peeked at him, still flustered but trying to sound casual. “Barely.”

He tossed your jacket onto the bed. “It’s not that big of a deal. Let’s get something to eat before the race of today.” He simply says.

While you were too flustered to even talk to him, Hyuk didn’t even look bothered by this situation, it was he didn’t care. But little did you know, he actually like that situation, but would rather just keep that to himself.

𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐎

The clerk at the front desk looked nervous, typing furiously into her computer. “I’m so sorry,” she said, glancing up at them, “but it seems like the system glitched, and we only have one room left for you two.”

“One room?” You asked, your voice slightly rising. You glanced at Wooin, who was leaning casually against the counter, playing with one of his many silver rings.

“One bed.” the clerk added, your wince deepening.

You blinked. “You’re joking.”

“Afraid not.” the clerk said, handing over a single key.

Wooin tilted his head at you, his dark eyes gleaming with something between amusement and mischief. “What’s the problem? You don’t trust me?”

You crossed your arms, unsure if you wanted to laugh or bolt. Wooin was… odd. Not dangerous, necessarily, just..kinda freaky

“I trust you.” you said, though it wasn’t entirely true. “It’s just you’re..you.”

He grinned, his teeth just a little too sharp. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It wasn’t.”

The clerk cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable being in the middle of whatever this was. “If it helps,” he said weakly, “the room’s got a lock on the door.”

“Great,” you said, grabbing the key. You turned to Wooin, pointing a finger at him. “No weird attitude, and no staring at me while I’m asleep, and please, don’t draw on my face.

Wooin held up his hands, mock-offended. “You wound me, you know ? I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“Yeah right, like I’ll believe that”

He gave you a crooked smile. “Scout’s honor.”

You muttered something under your breath as you headed toward the stairs. One room. One bed. With Wooin.

This was going to be the longest night of your life. And you were sure to never forget it.

…

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the weight on your chest.

Your neck ached faintly, your body stiff from staying in one position all night, but you didn’t move. Mostly because of the very obvious fact that Wooin head was resting against you, his arm draped loosely over your waist.

Yourr heart thudded in your chest as you stared down at him. He looked so… peaceful. His usual smirk was gone, replaced by the soft, vulnerable expression of someone completely at ease. A few strands of his dark hair fell across his forehead, and without thinking, your hand twitched, almost brushing them back before you stopped yourself.

Don’t be weird, you scolded yourself.

But it was hard not to be. Wooin, the guy who usually teased you to no end, who always seemed so infuriatingly self-assured, was asleep on you.

You shifted slightly, trying to figure out how to leave the bed without waking him, but his arm tightened instinctively, pulling you closer.

“Don’t.” he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep.

You froze. “Wooin ?”

“Mm.” His face nuzzled deeper into your chest, his breath warm against your neck. “Five more minutes.” he murmured, barely audible.

Your stomach flipped. You didn’t know whether to laugh, push him off, or just let it happen. Against your better judgment, you stayed still, your fingers curling nervously in the blanket.

“Wooin.” you tried again, more softly this time.

“Mm-hm.” he mumbled, but his eyes stayed closed.

As you sat there, half trapped and entirely unsure what to do. You told yourself that you should be annoyed, but there was something so... disarming about seeing him like this. Vulnerable. Unapologetically human.

I guess after all, it was a long night, and you were sure to never forget it.

✵

[erisawrites]

"Joker would be hardcore"

"Joker would want it rough"

"Joker would be aggressive"

Nah y'all, this is a 20 year old who's a single father to his two younger brothers, is juggling around two different jobs (Sabbath cyclist, underground boxer) stopped twice in races - once 'cause it was a red light, the other to save an injured puppy - and let his team get disrupted by Shelly in the finals cause bro was hesitant about going against a woman 💀 bro might not be a virgin, but he'd be a soft dom definitely against using violence in the bedroom.

[jjstrv]

Bruhh I really thought i was dreaming reading this , wth is hyuk doing ??

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

FOR WHOEVER WANTS WINDBREAKER BACK, SIGN UP PETITION!! (No, this won't force author to immediately come back. He needs a break but Windbreaker will be back at 1k petitions minimum!!)

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[swrkn]

Heyyy 👋🏻👋🏻

Could I get a Kwon Hyuk x fem!reader story where the reader’s his childhood friend?

Im in the mood for something feel-good and fluffy, nothing too heavy or angsty 🥹

P.S. I seriously LOVE your writing so so much!!I’ve read all the WB posts already hehe,

so I thought I’d finally try requesting something too!

Thank you in advanceee 🙇🏻‍♀️💖

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐓

Hyuk x fem!reader

Genre ; fluff , sfw

Author note ; Thanks a lot for the compliment on my work it means a lot to me !! It’s been like a month since i last wrote , med school is killing me , so sorry if i take a lot of time doing your request !

You finally found the young boy, you’ve been searching for quit long now, crouched in a alley, again.

You knew that weird glint in his eyes before you even saw what he was doing — legs folded, hands still, face blank.

“…Hyuk.” you said cautiously.

He didn’t even look up. “It was already dying.”

You took a step closer and saw it — a dragonfly, wings gone, body twitching weakly on the ground. You winced. He didn’t.

“I wanted to see how long it’d move without wings.” he said, as if it were science. As if it didn’t make your stomach twist a little.

“You’re scaring the other kids.” you said carefully.

“They’re stupid.” he muttered.

You squatted down next to him. “They said you tried to fight three of them yesterday.”

“They wouldn’t shut up.” His jaw clenched. “They said I was crazy.”

You looked at him for a long time. He didn’t seem angry, well, not really. Just… detached. Like there was a wall between him and the rest of the world.

Except when he looked at you.

“I’m not scared of you.”

Hyuk’s eyes flicked to yours, unreadable. “Maybe you should be.”

You reached out, brushing your fingers against his scraped-up knuckles. “Maybe I just know you better than they do.”

He stared at you like he didn’t understand why you stayed. But he didn’t pull away.

You and Hyuk sat side by side on the low wall behind some abandoned garage. The race had ended hours ago, but the rest of the team had already left, leaving the two of you

Rain tapped gently against the pavement, but the overhang kept the both of you dry. Hyuk was staring ahead, hoodie pulled low over his face, one knee propped up, fingers loosely laced around it.

“I forgot how quiet it gets here after dark.” you said softly.

He hummed in agreement. “That’s why I like it.”

You glanced at him, chin on your knees. “You ever miss when it was just us? Back home?”

He was quiet for a moment. Then: “Sometimes.”

You smiled faintly. That was Hyuk-speak for all the time.

“You were a menace.” you said teasingly. “You used to always making kids cry, and fought with them.”

“They started it.” he replied evenly, not even looking at you. “I didn’t like when they talked about you.”

You blinked. “Wait—what?”

Hyuk’s expression didn’t change. “They said stuff. I didn’t like it. So I made them stop.”

A beat passed. You swallowed, unsure what to say. It was the kind of thing only Hyuk would casually drop in conversation like it didn’t mean something.

He shifted slightly, then spoke again, voice lower this time.

“I didn’t know how to say things back then. So I just did what I could.”

You let that sit between you for a minute. The sound of the rain, the wind rustling the trees, the way his shoulder was just barely brushing yours.

“You still do that,” you said. “Even now.”

He glanced at you. “What do you mean?”

“You show up. Quietly. You don’t say much… but you’re always there.”

Hyuk looked away again, like he didn’t know what to do with that kind of truth.

You leaned your head against his shoulder gently. “You don’t have to say anything, Hyuk. I’ve always known how to read you.”

He didn’t move, but after a moment, his hand found yours between you — not a full grip, just fingers brushing yours lightly.

And that, from Hyuk, was enough.

✵

[erisawrites]

WE GOT SHIRTLESS JOKER AT LAST LET'S FREAKING GOOOOOOOO 🔥💯🔥💯🔥💯🔥💯💀💯

[erisawrites]

Bro curses like a middle schooler

This is cute af ngl

[jjstrv]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN WINDBREAKER IS OVER ??!!

Link of the last chapter

Summary of the last chapter

Author official blog

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

WAS HYUK PRO IN PUNGHA HIGH?

Yes and no.

Firstly, let's make sure to remember important things:

1. Hyuk & Wooin attended Pungha HIGH school hence they were underage.

2. In the semifinals, they used their old tactics from Pungha High, which is Enchelon, lane masking, passing multiple opponents at once and etc.

3. Look at Hyuk's body and how's it built, also he was already called prodigy/genius cyclist.

You gotta note the fact that there's age restriction in Korea. South Korea enforces age-based amateurism in track cycling. High schoolers like Hyuk can compete in pro races as juniors/U23s but aren’t formally “professional” until signing with a team post-graduation. This system prioritizes education and gradual development, even for prodigies. So Hyuk could have been pro and even race pros BUT he wouldn't be able to be named as a pro because he was minor & high schooler.

Based on the description, even though Hyuk was still in high school at Pungha High, his performance and tactics were already on a professional level. Here’s why:

Hyuk had a significant mass of muscle and explosive power—traits that are typically developed by riders who train at an elite level. His ability to outpace and even overpower opponents, including those with impressive physical builds, suggests that his physical conditioning was far beyond that of a typical amateur.

In fact, even in s4 chapter 108 has been mentioned that passing in track racing is hard and passing multiple opponents at once in blink of an eye is pro level and guess what Pungha High Hyuk did? He did the same there too.

Now using Echelon? Echelon was firstly used by Kazuma crew, world classes. And irl too, Echelon formations are most famously used in professional races—especially in time trials or mass-start stages with strong crosswinds. These formations require precise coordination and deep tactical understanding, which is why pro teams and riders employ them routinely. Amateur groups might attempt echelon-like riding, but it's less common and usually not as refined. But Wooin's and Hyuk's Echelon is perfectly refined and perfectly done. Mastery of echelon formations (and even creating crosswinds artificially) is a professional-tier strategy, rarely seen in amateur racing. This requires deep understanding of aerodynamics and teamwork (with Wooin).

Now this is what we call Lane Masking. that's a tactic where a rider deliberately conceals their intended path or lane—effectively masking their true intentions to gain a competitive advantage. This technique is more advanced and typically seen in professional or high-level amateur races. It requires not only excellent bike handling but also a high degree of tactical awareness and experience.

Amateurs using such techniques is rare, they have to be pros but amateurs by name. Because these techniques predominantly features of professional-level racing due to the precision and coordination required.

Hyuk’s brute strength (ramming a jacked cyclist off his bike) and explosive sprinting (passing two riders in a blink) mirror pro-level power output. His dominance in races, such as passing multiple cyclists in the blink of an eye and even using aggressive moves like a reckless ram to unsettle competitors, demonstrates that he was operating with a mindset and skill set that belong in professional circles. Also being labeled a “genius cyclist” and a prodigy implies that he wasn’t just performing at a high level for his age but was also ahead of his peers in every aspect of racing—physical, tactical, and mental.

Hyuk was already a professional-level cyclist during his Pungha days—his tactics, physicality, and racecraft were indistinguishable from elite riders. The only thing separating him from "official" pro status was likely his age/school affiliation. This aligns with real-world prodigies (e.g., Mathieu van der Poel or Remco Evenepoel).It wasn't SAID by author that Hyuk was professional because Hyuk couldn't have the NAME of professional cyclist, but it was SHOWN that he had skills of professional cyclist.

@feelsclear @shintaru @mixingandmelting (since Hyuk is ur fav^^)

[swrkn]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a windbreaker wooin fluff with a gn reader. Love your work by the way 🫶🏻

𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄

Wooin x g/n reader

Genre ; fluff

Author note ; Hello , thank you for the compliment on my work and sorry for the late reply :( my request are open !

The soft knock at your window startled you. It was well past midnight, and the streets outside were eerily quiet, save for the occasional sound of crickets. You pushed aside the curtain, and your breath caught.

Wooin stood there, his expression unreadable but his shoulders slumped in a way that betrayed his exhaustion. His black hoodie was slightly damp from the night mist, and his bike leaned against the side of your house. He looked like he’d been riding for hours.

You quickly unlocked and slid the window open. “Wooin? What are you doing here? It’s so late!”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He just stood there, his dark eyes meeting yours, a flicker of vulnerability you rarely saw in him.

“I… I had nowhere else to go,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart squeezed. Wooin was always so composed, always the one who seemed unshaken by anything. Seeing him like this—so lost and unsure—made you want to hug him right then and there.

“Wait, I’ll unlock the door,” you said, rushing downstairs to let him in.

Once inside, Wooin sat stiffly on your couch, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. You handed him a warm cup of tea, and he murmured a quiet “thank you” before taking a sip. He seemed hesitant, as if afraid to burden you, but you didn’t press him.

After a long silence, he finally spoke. “I left.”

You blinked. “Left? You mean… your house?”

He nodded, staring into the cup in his hands. “It wasn’t working. My dad… he doesn’t understand me. No matter what I do, it’s never enough. I thought I could endure it, but tonight…” His voice trailed off, and he swallowed hard. “I just couldn’t anymore.”

Your chest ached at the pain in his voice. You moved closer, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “Wooin, you don’t have to explain if you don’t want to. But you’re always welcome here, okay? Stay as long as you need.”

His gaze shifted to you, surprise flickering in his eyes. “You mean that?”

“Of course I do,” you said firmly. “You’re not alone, Wooin.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just stared at you like he was trying to figure out if you were serious. Then, to your surprise, a faint smile tugged at his lips. It wasn’t much, but it was genuine, and it made your heart swell.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

That night, you set up a makeshift bed for him in the spare room, insisting he take the extra blankets to keep warm. Before heading to bed, you peeked in to check on him.

Wooin was lying on his side, his back rising and falling steadily as he breathed. For the first time since you’d seen him at your window, he looked peaceful, like the weight of the world had finally lifted from his shoulders.

The next morning, the smell of fresh pancakes filled the air. You weren’t much of a chef, but you figured Wooin deserved a good breakfast after everything he’d been through. You glanced at the clock—it was still early, but you hadn’t been able to sleep much. The thought of Wooin showing up at your window like that lingered in your mind.

You were flipping the last pancake when you heard soft footsteps behind you. Turning, you saw Wooin standing at the edge of the kitchen, looking a little unsure of himself.

“Good morning,” you said with a smile, setting the plate of pancakes on the table.

“Morning,” he replied quietly, his voice still a little hoarse from the night before. He looked like he hadn’t fully woken up yet, his hair slightly tousled and his hoodie wrinkled.

“I made some pancakes,” you said, gesturing toward the table. “I wasn’t sure what you like, but I figured you could use something warm.”

Wooin hesitated for a moment before sitting down. “You didn’t have to do this,” he said softly, though there was a hint of gratitude in his tone.

“I wanted to,” you replied, sitting across from him. “Besides, I couldn’t just let you starve after you biked all the way here in the middle of the night.”

That earned a small chuckle from him, a sound so rare that it caught you off guard. He picked up his fork and took a bite, his movements careful and deliberate as always.

“These are good.” he said after a moment, his expression softening.

“Really? I was worried they’d be too burnt,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood.

He shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “They’re perfect.”

As the day went on, you could see Wooin start to relax. He spent most of the morning helping you tidy up the house, insisting that he didn’t want to “freeload.” Despite your protests, he cleaned the kitchen and even helped you reorganize your bookshelf.

By the afternoon, the two of you were lounging in the living room. Wooin was flipping through a book he’d found on your shelf, while you scrolled through your phone, debating whether or not to order pizza for dinner.

“You’re really okay with me staying here?” he asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.

You looked up from your phone. He wasn’t looking at you, his eyes fixed on the pages of the book, but you could tell the question was genuine.

“Of course I am,” you said firmly. “I told you last night, you can stay as long as you need to. No strings attached.”

Wooin closed the book, his fingers tracing the edges of the cover. “I’ve never had… this before,” he admitted quietly. “A place that feels safe.”

Your heart ached at his words. You’d known Wooin for a while now, but he rarely opened up about his personal life. Hearing this made you realize just how much he’d been keeping inside.

“Well, you have one now,” you said gently. “This is your home too, for as long as you want it to be.”

He looked at you then, his dark eyes searching yours. For a moment, you thought he might say something, but instead, he simply nodded.

That night, as you were getting ready for bed, there was knock, this time on your bedroom door.

“Come in.” you called, and Wooin stepped inside, looking a little awkward.

“I just… wanted to say thank you,” he said, his voice quiet. “For everything. I don’t think I’ve said that enough.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Wooin,” you replied with a smile.

He hesitated for a moment, then gave a small nod. “Goodnight,” he said softly before heading back to his room.

As you lay in bed that night, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth. Wooin had been through so much, but you were determined to be there for him, no matter what.

And judging by the faint smile you’d seen on his face that day, you knew he was starting to believe he wasn’t alone anymore.

✵

[erisawrites]

M A S T E R L I S T

If Vinny can't have you, he won't stop loving you from afar.

He'd walk home using the same route as you both always did, head bent down as he visualized your dirty sneakers kicking off stones as you both complained and trash talked about all your classmates and teachers.

He'd watch all sunsets and sunrises with a longing look, remembering how awestruck your face looked and how you shone brighter than the Sun. You'd be dressed lighter and your face would be wrinkled with less worry, taking a blissful break from your own hardships.

He'd browse in the convenience stores alone, surprisingly happy he could afford tons of snack for once, until he realizes he'd unconsciously filled a basket full of your favorite snacks you'd dejectedly put back due to lack of pocket money. He finally earned enough thanks to Juwon, but for whom will he buy peach mochi and spicy crisps now?

He'd hold back tears as he got patched up in a hospital's emergency ward after a race, thinking about how this is the biggest loss he's faced since he broke up — the ability to freely breakdown into tears without judgement in the safe confines of your tiny apartment, as you gently patched up all his physical and emotional wounds.

He'd miss the softness of your skin and the fullness of your lips, and how easily he would escape from every worrisome thought with one simple passionate kiss

He misses you, but he's too scared to take you back.

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[kaide03]

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Thanks to Yongseok Jo for creating this master piece!. (For windbreaker)

Thanks to Taejun Pak for making this wonderful webtoons. (For lookism and viral hit)

Notes — things that are going to be included in this series.

In most of my story, yn/reader is based on a character from different anime/manga appearance and personality.

Please note that I may update late, so please don't be mad!

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Cross over might happen in my story as will!

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

IS VINNY HONG SECONDARY MAIN CHARACTER?

The answer is YES and I'll explain why.

Firstly, who are secondary main characters and how are they different from side characters?

SIDE CHARACTERS are characters who support the story by adding depth, relationships, help develop protagonist, provide humor, tension and emotional impact, influence key events BUT don't drive the overall narrative and not being the primary focus.

Examples: Rossi/Mr. Nam, Dom Kang, Joker, Monk, June from Windbreaker, All Might from MHA, Baji Keisuke and Chifuyu Matsuno from Tokyo Revengers.

SECONDARY PROTAGONISTS are characters who play equally or nearly as important role in the story as main characters, often driving major plotlines. They can have their arcs, characters developments and depth that affects the story and/or is parallel to main character, sometimes seen as foil or mirror to the main character, often influences main turning points in the story.

Examples: Vinny Hong from Windbreaker, Sasuke Uchiha from Naruto, Zoro from One Piece, Armin Arlert from Attack On Titan, L from Death Note and etc.

WHY IS VINNY SECONDARY PROTAGONIST?

Because Vinny's character is extremely significant to main narrative. The plot of Windbreaker is the main character, Jay Jo, forming a street cycling crew with his friends and joining the big cycling event - League Of Streets - in order to find out more about his uncle'd death and clear his name. Vinny's character is deeply related to that because what author is planning to show us is history repeats itself either as Jay (representing Mahon) and Vinny (representing Sangho) or Vinny (representing Kazuma). Vinny's choices have affected and are still affecting the story greatly. For example: Vinny leaving Hummingbirds and joining Sabbath, or him practically teaming up with Sangho. His decisions completely changed the storyline and that's when we started to think that history might indeed repeat itself. Right now, Windbreaker's entire story depends on Vinny's simple decision (did he put the dope in the water or not).

Vinny greatly impacted Jay's character throughout the series. Like finding his bike when Jay thought it was destroyed, racing alone and telling Jay to go and catch up to Shelly, making Jay question why he cycles and his path in cycling, letting Jay stay over when he got kicked out and etc. These impacted Jay and the story at the same time. This already erases Vinny from being just a side character like, for example June. Vinny's and Jay's interactions have deep emotional weight. Vinny's choices influence the story and Jay's growth much more than side characters' do.

Vinny also has his own character arcs, depth and character growth. His suffering, struggles, loyalty, morality and inner conflicts are throughoutly explored by the author, who's been giving Vinny lot of attention and screen time since the beginning. The story dedicates lot of time showing his inner struggles, motivations, vulnerabilities and emotional weight more than side characters and even main cast members like June, Shelly, Dom. Vinny has arcs where Jay isn't primary focus which shows us how story explores his character independently.

If you'll reread Windbreaker and pay attention, you'll see that Vinny's character arcs and developments are lot deeper than regular side characters.

Vinny's characters doesn't only affect Jay but also other characters like Dom, Minu, Yumi and etc. Further proving us that he's not just regular side character.

[erisawrites]

Love seeing all the fans wake up and react to the news one by one 💔

WINDBREAKER GOT DISCONTINUED???!!

[iamlovinit]

I heard “Do you want to eat ramen,” is codeword for "Let’s hook up”. I guess Yumi must have misunderstood because our sweet boy literally brought her home just to eat ramen. Haha what a cutie. He even brought her home to meet his mother like a good son❤️

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Yumi: You.. No way, could it be you are jealous? Vinny: No I'm not >:[

V: Let's go home?

Y: What?

V: Do you want ramyeon?

Y: Um, well... Shall we?

Mom: Son, If this is your girlfriend, there's no need to tell me~ Sorry there's no side dishes.. Y: No, that's fine. If mother made it, then it's delicious~ haha...