The siblings are one of the most pitiful characters i have ever read about. Haesol made me cry from just how absolutely hollow she was before yeonwoo, she lived simply to live, it was so saddening.. and haesoo.. I don't know why, but seeing him smile like that just hurts more than it comforts me, it's one of the few times he was actually genuinely seeming having fun. Literally everyone but yeonwoo is wary of him and his only light (his sister) rejected him so harshly that he cried in the snow for possibly hours?? It's just so tragic man.. maybe it's because he didn't really have friends like haesol, ones that grounded her, kept her somewhat sane, childhood friends, middle school friends, yeonwoo now too.. haesoo didn't have that, he just had bad influences who made his life worse
Fυck. This is so... I don't remember the last time i cried for a character. I'm mostly desensitized, so no matter how much I like a character, I can't feel anything, any solid emotion or empathize with their past even if I relate. I recognize it, I might even think, yeah, that’s familiar, but it stops there. No real feeling. Just... observation. But I actually shed tears reading this chapter. While everyone seems to be commenting how cute and what not this chapter is, but I feel like shit imagining myself in Haesoo's place. All I feel is was the ache. The substance abuse, anxious dread to meet her sister who supposedly dislikes her now or at least is not fond of her. Also when haesol and yeonwoo were picking out headbands, the author intentionally put a distance between them and haesoo in the frame. It was a split and transient moment, but weight is heavy. The feeling of being deserted, detached from others, inability to relate and cojoin. The kind of invisible partition that reminds you of being a misfit. This and that also when haesoo passed out on the bench speaking of amusement park... There's that when he was gleaming like a baby on the bumper car. I just feel so... heavy, simultaneously hollow but painful. I can't recall the last time I cried for a character, or felt this desperate urge to pacify them...