Damn. And Koh was the one who made Jira paint again, and not Pheem. There will probably be the part in the trailer…
You're welcome and yes, exactly! Koh awakens this desire, this fire inside him. Meanwhile, it's like Pheem does nothing for him no matter how hot he is.
"You're showing me my own nude. Don't you think this is messed up?"
Ah, Koh, but you ended up buying it anyway. In the art, Koh is sleeping. Peacefully. The real life Koh just wants to sleep. Peacefully. I love that scene where he stretches out to imitate the art as if he could find solace in it.
Damn. And Koh was the one who made Jira paint again, and not Pheem. There will probably be the part in the trailer…
Exactly! That's the part I'm waiting for. All of his jealousy is going to peak and I'm seated for it! 🤣 Yes, I believe that Jira do have feelings for Koh because he's into red flags and Koh is just dangling loosely in front of him.
That scene where Koh opened up to Jira is beautiful and intimate. It reminded me of Sean confiding in White (Not Me). It's like a therapy of sorts; one Koh didn't know he needed.
Naw! Off better be cuffing awards for his portrayal of Koh, because what? I think this is the BEST I've ever seen Off in/as a character. His Koh is hurting despite the coldhearted presence and we feel it. But don't worry, Koh, help in the form of a petite and cute human angel is on its way.
I feel like Tulip’s father or both her parents had something to do with Baikhaw’s father’s death and her…
I don't think we've been told his profession as yet. It's like they're waiting to reveal it at the opportune moment. Exactly! Something about Tulip's mom is suspicious. I'm wondering if an accident of sorts were involved, but I just can't pinpoint it. 🤔
And I probably say this almost every week and I know people will get tired of me saying it, but I'mma say it anyway: Tae is soooo pretty! 😍
Like, he has this special kind of beauty that refuses to be pinned down with adjectives; the kind that doesn't announce itself because it simply appears... Like light seeping under the door!
His face is quiet architecture: clean lines, soft planes.
I can dedicate lots of sonnets to his beauty alone. I see him, my brain pauses, and I don't always have the vocabulary for such wordless beauty. I don't care what anybody says, that boy is beautiful! He's got the kind of beauty that artists and poets will chase.
And his smile? Don't get me started on that gravitational pull! His smile is warm in the way sunlight is warm. He's got that sort of smile that can rearrange the emotional weather in the room without trying.
That scene where Saint removes his shirt (and for what?) and "manhandles" Ice onto the sofa is not cute. It doesn't sit right with me.
Saint isn’t acting maliciously as he’s acting like someone who’s never had to think about how touch lands on someone who’s been violated. He sees Ice as cute, and soft and he responds with this eager, slightly possessive energy that would be harmless with someone who wasn’t carrying the weight Ice carries.
But with Ice?
It hits wrong.
Someone who understood Ice’s trauma would notice the tension. They would slow down, let Ice initiate, or at least give him a bit of space to breathe. Ice moves like someone whose body is a battlefield; Saint treats him like someone who just has butterflies.
It’s the difference between clumsy affection and true care.
The show is prioritizing “romantic” visuals over trauma-consistent behavior. They forget Ice is built for slow healing, trust, gentleness.
If Saint ever wants to be part of Ice’s healing arc, he needs to learn the art of stillness. He needs to let Ice lean in instead of pulling him in.
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Ah, Koh, but you ended up buying it anyway. In the art, Koh is sleeping. Peacefully. The real life Koh just wants to sleep. Peacefully. I love that scene where he stretches out to imitate the art as if he could find solace in it.
And with that, I'm off to watch the 3rd episode for the 2nd and 3rd time before making my analysis.
Like, he has this special kind of beauty that refuses to be pinned down with adjectives; the kind that doesn't announce itself because it simply appears... Like light seeping under the door!
His face is quiet architecture: clean lines, soft planes.
I can dedicate lots of sonnets to his beauty alone. I see him, my brain pauses, and I don't always have the vocabulary for such wordless beauty. I don't care what anybody says, that boy is beautiful! He's got the kind of beauty that artists and poets will chase.
And his smile? Don't get me started on that gravitational pull! His smile is warm in the way sunlight is warm. He's got that sort of smile that can rearrange the emotional weather in the room without trying.
His smile delights me. 😁
Saint isn’t acting maliciously as he’s acting like someone who’s never had to think about how touch lands on someone who’s been violated. He sees Ice as cute, and soft and he responds with this eager, slightly possessive energy that would be harmless with someone who wasn’t carrying the weight Ice carries.
But with Ice?
It hits wrong.
Someone who understood Ice’s trauma would notice the tension. They would slow down, let Ice initiate, or at least give him a bit of space to breathe. Ice moves like someone whose body is a battlefield; Saint treats him like someone who just has butterflies.
It’s the difference between clumsy affection and true care.
The show is prioritizing “romantic” visuals over trauma-consistent behavior. They forget Ice is built for slow healing, trust, gentleness.
If Saint ever wants to be part of Ice’s healing arc, he needs to learn the art of stillness. He needs to let Ice lean in instead of pulling him in.