There is something about this story that seperates it from other stories. The way it was told was not something you would usually see in a bl manhwa. There is something that made it so vulnerable and real, as if Yeowoon was a real friend to me who is telling me his story. Reading this felt like watching a sunset at han river while having a deep conversation with an old friend with a stick of smoke between our lips. It's hard to really locate the right words for it, so all I can really say is it's an art. A real art. And for me, this is real. A real story I've heard in real world.
There is something about this story that seperates it from other stories. The way it was told was not something you would usually see in a bl manhwa. There is something that made it so vulnerable and real, as if Yeowoon was a real friend to me who is telling me his story. Reading this felt like watching a sunset at han river while having a deep conversation with an old friend with a stick of smoke between our lips. It's hard to really locate the right words for it, so all I can really say is it's an art. A real art. And for me, this is real. A real story I've heard in real world.