A Different Kind of BL Worth Trying !
Oh absolutely—because heaven forbid a BL actually shows **how relationships really look** instead of serving pastel-colored delusions.
Apparently, if a series doesn’t give you instant soulmates, flawless communication, and soft violin music after five minutes, it’s automatically “bad writing.” This one had the *audacity* to start with lust, bad decisions, and emotionally illiterate men who don’t know how to love without messing it up. Shocking, I know. The awkward, uncomfortable sex? That wasn’t a mistake—it was a mirror. Two players with zero emotional depth hooking up for convenience were never going to look romantic, and the show didn’t lie about that.
The toxicity wasn’t glorified, it was **exposed**. Possessiveness, insecurity, mistrust—served raw, no sugar, no apologies. And instead of magically turning into green flags overnight, the characters actually **struggled, failed, and grew**. Fahlan and Sherbert didn’t just “have chemistry,” they *earned* it, which is apparently a crime in BL land now.
So no, this series isn’t for people who want fairy dust, perfect lovers, and emotional hand-holding. It’s for viewers who can handle flawed humans, ugly phases, and growth that takes time. If that makes you uncomfortable—congrats. That means it worked.
And let me add this—before anyone twists my words—I didn’t even overhype this show. I gave it a **7/10**, not a crown or a shrine. But a 7 does **not** mean “unwatchable trash.” It means *flawed but worth your time*. This series clearly sits in a **different lane**, experimenting with tone and realism, and while it has plenty of room for improvement, the level of **brutal underhyping and blind hate** it gets is ridiculous. You don’t have to worship it, but pretending it has zero value just proves people wanted comfort fluff—not substance—and got mad when they didn’t get spoon-fed.
Apparently, if a series doesn’t give you instant soulmates, flawless communication, and soft violin music after five minutes, it’s automatically “bad writing.” This one had the *audacity* to start with lust, bad decisions, and emotionally illiterate men who don’t know how to love without messing it up. Shocking, I know. The awkward, uncomfortable sex? That wasn’t a mistake—it was a mirror. Two players with zero emotional depth hooking up for convenience were never going to look romantic, and the show didn’t lie about that.
The toxicity wasn’t glorified, it was **exposed**. Possessiveness, insecurity, mistrust—served raw, no sugar, no apologies. And instead of magically turning into green flags overnight, the characters actually **struggled, failed, and grew**. Fahlan and Sherbert didn’t just “have chemistry,” they *earned* it, which is apparently a crime in BL land now.
So no, this series isn’t for people who want fairy dust, perfect lovers, and emotional hand-holding. It’s for viewers who can handle flawed humans, ugly phases, and growth that takes time. If that makes you uncomfortable—congrats. That means it worked.
And let me add this—before anyone twists my words—I didn’t even overhype this show. I gave it a **7/10**, not a crown or a shrine. But a 7 does **not** mean “unwatchable trash.” It means *flawed but worth your time*. This series clearly sits in a **different lane**, experimenting with tone and realism, and while it has plenty of room for improvement, the level of **brutal underhyping and blind hate** it gets is ridiculous. You don’t have to worship it, but pretending it has zero value just proves people wanted comfort fluff—not substance—and got mad when they didn’t get spoon-fed.
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