I really wish i knew what was so attractive to manhwa creators about these, outwardly displaying, teetering-on lobotomy chic uke's and their anxiety disorder-riddled self hatred, that is somehow always labeled as a kind of unnamed anxiety and nervousness, purely just by what the reader can assume rather than what the creator can write. Wonwoo feels like one in a myriad of examples of these uke that staunchly believe that nothing they do will ever justifiably vy the attraction of anyone, which could absolutely say something beyond the surface, but it usually goes no further than: I've never had a partner and my parents were abusive. Incredibly invigorating stuff going on. This medium is half visual but also half dialogue, so it's always just kind of disappointing when the latter half doesn't feel as cared for, in favour of blushing and size difference.
I really wish i knew what was so attractive to manhwa creators about these, outwardly displaying, teetering-on lobotomy chic uke's and their anxiety disorder-riddled self hatred, that is somehow always labeled as a kind of unnamed anxiety and nervousness, purely just by what the reader can assume rather than what the creator can write. Wonwoo feels like one in a myriad of examples of these uke that staunchly believe that nothing they do will ever justifiably vy the attraction of anyone, which could absolutely say something beyond the surface, but it usually goes no further than: I've never had a partner and my parents were abusive. Incredibly invigorating stuff going on. This medium is half visual but also half dialogue, so it's always just kind of disappointing when the latter half doesn't feel as cared for, in favour of blushing and size difference.