I’ve never smiled so much reading a comedy manwha. I started thinking it was just chaos and sex, but the author slowly layers in critiques that catch you by surprise and keep you hooked until the end. The story works precisely bca it’s strange: it mixes real desire with insecurity, embraces the ridiculous without shame, and shows characters in a messy, human, very real way.
The more I read, the more it felt like a quiet critique of Korean beauty standards and the pressure to “perform perfection.” Seon-woo's basically the biggest middle finger to Korean visual norms! LoL He’s awkward, badly dressed, not “BL-prettified,” and still the center of desire. Tae-moon, Pretty boy with trauma who’s basically falling apart under the weight of being perfect 24/7. He’s exactly what the beauty standard looks like on the inside: exhausted, controlled, and quietly miserable.
The cringe, the odd outfits, the chaotic humor none of it is random. It's knocking down the idea that everything has to look aesthetic to feel real. For those who get the style, it’s a unique experience full of secondhand embarrassment, emotional vulnerability, and social commentary. I’ll definitely reread it several times… not just to laugh.
I’ve never smiled so much reading a comedy manwha. I started thinking it was just chaos and sex, but the author slowly layers in critiques that catch you by surprise and keep you hooked until the end. The story works precisely bca it’s strange: it mixes real desire with insecurity, embraces the ridiculous without shame, and shows characters in a messy, human, very real way.
The more I read, the more it felt like a quiet critique of Korean beauty standards and the pressure to “perform perfection.” Seon-woo's basically the biggest middle finger to Korean visual norms! LoL He’s awkward, badly dressed, not “BL-prettified,” and still the center of desire. Tae-moon, Pretty boy with trauma who’s basically falling apart under the weight of being perfect 24/7. He’s exactly what the beauty standard looks like on the inside: exhausted, controlled, and quietly miserable.
The cringe, the odd outfits, the chaotic humor none of it is random. It's knocking down the idea that everything has to look aesthetic to feel real. For those who get the style, it’s a unique experience full of secondhand embarrassment, emotional vulnerability, and social commentary. I’ll definitely reread it several times… not just to laugh.