bro, why is anyone even getting mad anymore? we’re reading the same story, right? this is ilay—the guy whose whole persona is built around being an unhinged psycho with zero basic decency. figures the author is just staying true to that.
My theory about people like is this is that they like the story but feel guilty about liking it so they gotta post and let everyone know they think it's super problematic and that they don't agree with it. Just cheap moral grandstanding basically. If it actually bothered them so much they would have been long gone.
sorry, ik why woojin is so casual abt them fking, but how come the MC is so blasé too?? thats his brother! sworn enemy no less. has the hypnosis really dulled his sense of decency to such an extent? how sick. i still wanna keep reading tho, lmfao. i need therapy.
I would recommend re-reading it as it will change your perspective, MC forgot hypnosis part but he remembers wild dreams, hard-ons, jerking off to his brother and all this culminated when he was horny and woojin was able to convince him he can help him. I also think that deep down mc feels attracted to woojin his issue is that he didn't want to be older brother living in a shadow of more capable person in comparison, his true self is a little baby, he wants to be pampered and held not losing attention of his mother and being isolated due to circumstances outside his understanding
poor sohan, he thinks redheads gonna leave n die, so he wants company as to not be alone. Redhead filled an empty spot that sohan didn’t even know he had. :(
But it’s so stupid that he thinks that when like 2 chapters ago Sihwa was like “you’re coming with me”. Does Sohan have selective amnesia that he forgot those words? I would kinda get it if it was never stated, but sihwa was like “I’m going back but you’re coming with me” then Sohan thought of his stupid dad and about being alone. In this story that excuse holds no water. And why is Sohan so willing to let Sihwa go if he thinks he might be killed?
bro is me... literally me. it’s as if ive just read a reflection of my life. is she somehow an extension of me? every little nuance, every fleeting thought, feels like it's been plucked straight from my mind and woven into her being. it’s as though the author has breached the confines of my personal universe and now dwells within the very architecture of my inner world… she is literally me.