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silenthillmutual · 3 years

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2020 Creator Wrap

I was tagged by @stvlti to do the 2020 Creator Wrap: Favorite Works tag! Thank you, sm!! c:

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought to the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Tagging: @lawliyeeeet @soupcans @kunoiichi @milk-teeths @darkpaladin and anyone else who wants to!! Though there’s no pressure to do this if you don’t want<3

So... according to my AO3, I seem to have published or updated 63 works in 2020, which is just a whole hell of a lot more than I usually do! So I’ll pick the going from oldest to newest that I’m most happy with :)

CONTENT WARNING though, under 18 please do not read below the cut as two of the fics are M and one is E. Additional content warning: two deal with self harm and one with intrusive thoughts, and one with pregnancy.

01 || Communication (T)

I think this was when I really hit my stride with understanding how I wanted to characterize Daniil, specifically, and more generally when I worked out how I wanted to write his relationship with Artemy. I tend to focus on the ways in which they communicate differently, and I think I pulled off their voices relatively well.

Favorite moment, when I managed to slip some autism into my characterization:

This is a flaw of his - a messy, embarrassing secret, this inability to distinguish jokes and sarcasm from serious discussion. He masks his insufficiency with a flat-toned seriousness. People find it harder to separate the sarcasm and the jokes from his regular speech when he makes no vocal distinction, and he enjoys the discomfort it brings in others. He considers it, to a degree, payback. A taste of their own medicine. And when he wants to make it clear where his feelings lie, he’ll be picky with the words themselves. He is, if absolutely nothing else, exceptional in the area of verbal self-expression.

02 || sine sole sileo (M)

This is one of my older works and it is far from being my best, it’s terribly out of character and woobifying, but I’m fond of it as my first really long and more emotional work for the fandom. I had fun writing the first chapter out as a Twitter thread, and then expanding on it. It’s multi-chaptered and actually finished, which is something I have a hard time with!

Favorite moment, which I still actually kind of like, despite everything:

He knows the silence behind the doors, too. It’s a stillness that makes the tips of his fingers buzz. How many days has it been now? Three, four? Artemy though he’d changed the sheets, added new notations. Welcomed in the vocals, the strings, the what-ever-else accompanied performances like this in the Capital. His verses hadn’t been well-sung, but the band had started to play with him. He’d come to anticipate the thrumming percussion. A heart with its own rhythm. Footsteps that rose and fell. Words that lilted, that lead, that brought the symphony to a heightened frenzy.

But silence is a kind of noise too. Where the heart doesn’t beat. Where the voices don’t speak. Even when there is nothing, there is noise.

Artemy has to take a breath before he opens the door. He knows he won’t like what he sees, but he’s seeing so much more in his mind than will be there to greet him. His eyes shake and jostle him to great many things: a gun, a hook, a rope, stained bedsheets and curtains ripped from windows. He sees death even before his eyes adjust because he can smell it, and because he can hear it.

Twelve, he thinks.

03 || o tempora, o mores (M)

This fic was my baby! I wanted so badly to write a character struggling with Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder the way I do, and while it’s not my best-performing fic for the fandom (I haven’t kept track of which one is, actually) it’s probably my favorite. I worked so hard on this one, trying to replicate what it’s like to struggle with OCD, and it felt so gratifying to do. I’m currently working on a follow-up to this one, and I’m very excited for it as well!

Favorite moment is really the whole thing, but I do like this in particular, because I feel it really resonated with how intrusive thoughts and compulsions work for me:

The self-talk gives him enough of a boost to get him through the doors of the hospital. It feels safer here, where there’s only the ill and the dead instead of the thousand living eyes trying to touch him. No one comes to bother him here, just him and Artemy and sometimes Clara and Rubin until a few days ago –

YOUR FAULT. HE IS SICK BECAUSE OF YOU. HE IS IN TROUBLE BECAUSE OF YOU. IF RUBIN DIES, IT IS BECAUSE OF YOU. “Stop it, stop it, stop it,” Daniil mutters. THE EYES KNOW THE VACCINE DIDN’T WORK. THEY ARE WAITING FOR YOU TO ADMIT IT, ADMIT THAT THERE IS NOT ENOUGH TO PROTECT THEM SO THEY CAN HAND YOU TO THE DOGS. THEY WANT TO RIP YOUR BODY OPEN AND DEVOUR YOU. CANNIBALS, ALL OF THEM. AND YOU CAN’T RUN FOREVER. “Stop it,” he repeats, and tries to dig a jagged nail into his wrist.

It won’t go. Too slippery from the ointment Victor applied. He has something in his bag to help, another jagged edge, a rusted pair of scissors lost to their original purpose. The Morae were busy here, he’d thought the first time he saw them, and had laughed at his own clever joke. But now he feels the red string is his skin.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. (it is starting to hurt these could be infected they are dirty they are rusted,) Eight. (but it has to be ten he has to get to ten it has to be even) Nine. (has to be a multiple of five but even always even, no odd numbers in sight)

04 || vita in motu (E)

Heheh I’m in danger (chuckles).

I’ve only managed to get one piece of hate for this fic which I figured would draw way more ire and make me orphan it, and I’m glad I haven’t had to because I’m stupidly attached to the concept. I was trying not to go for E rated fics for this, but this fic meant so much to me to write and for something marked explicit I put a lot of thought into how I wanted to characterize Daniil for it.

So. Yeah. Publishing it was scary as hell but I’m glad I did. I also got some really nice feedback on it, and more than I expected to. I’m very happy with how it turned out.

Favorite moment was actually much longer at the start of it, though kind of like with o tempora, o mores I actually really like how the whole fic turned out. But I really liked this part because I view Artemy as someone who would be very grounding for Daniil to be with:

“Stay in the moment,” Artemy tells him, and kisses him again, kisses him slowly. “Stay here with me. I love you.”

It should be utter nonsense, to give in so quickly to this, but Artemy makes it easy. Daniil would never have seen this in his future, would not have even made this as a joke. Something had to beat down his resistance to the emotional, a pro to outweigh the cons he associated with vulnerability. Keeping tightly bound was the safest bet, the easy one. He could say he lacked emotion, and anyone would buy it. Nothing short of a miracle could drag him back to the land of the living – but then again, nothing short of a miracle could have saved this town. Artemy Burakh is a man who manufactures miracles.

05 || it’s sacrilege, you say (T)

This is the last fic that I wrote out that I took a lot of time planning instead of going “hey, I think this idea would be neat” and slapping it onto paper. And I think it turned out really well!! I almost wanted to do something darker with it, more akin to Silent Hill, but I have other ideas in mind for that kind of AU that I’ll play with later, one of which will be a sort of crossover with TMA.

Favorite moment is when I actually implied the twist, though I’m not sure you can call it a twist at all when I used proper tags:

Her eyes drift from Daniil to the wall, pivoting to look through the window. “No,” she says. “I don’t know why he made you.”

The center of Daniil’s chest feels like a flower, budded but unopened. Smooth, perhaps, but heavy to move, and his petals are made of something sharp. Crystal, maybe. And he can feel the petals start to part with her words, though they make so little sense to him. He steps forward, closer, half expecting Aspity to recoil from him, but she stays unnaturally still as he approaches. He reaches out to wet his lips, dry as sand, before he speaks. “Made me?” There’s no tone in his voice. “What do you mean, made me? And who are you talking about?”

She doesn’t turn to face him. She blinks, and lashes fall on sunken cheeks. “Do you remember how you got here, doctor?” He opens his mouth, but she’s faster. “Not to my home. To Town. Think: Can you remember how it is you came to be here?” Daniil grinds his teeth on the side of his tongue, sharp edges digging into the flesh. The flesh. The flesh . “Take your time,” she says, but it sounds like a joke. “The last train that arrived brought the menkhu, and no one else aboard it. There are no other ways into our Town.”

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rkxsungwoon-blog · 5 years

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☆ MGA5 EPISODE FOUR; JULY 18 #5008 HA SUNGWOON ; interview

for the first time since he entered the competition, sungwoon faces the post performance interview with apprehension. his unease is apparent from the moment his name is called, and even the staff remark on his subdued attitude as they fix up his makeup. the smile on his face is fake, more for their sake than his own. “i’m fine,” he says cheerfully. “just… indigestion.” no one questions him too closely, and he keeps the painfully insincere grin in place as he enters the interview room and greets the interviewer.

he has no real strategy for how to approach this, no idea what she’s going to hit him with this week. no idea how he’s going to answer, either, but a manic voice in sungwoon’s head tells him that he has nothing else to lose—so go with honesty for once in his goddamn life.

what were your thoughts on last week’s results? one of your band members, minhyun, was eliminated from the competition, wasn’t he?

of course they would begin with this. a familiar formula, yet he blinks, taken aback. perhaps because his mind isn’t fully present, and he has to work to pull his thoughts away from the churning guilt and mortification ever present in his mind. “the eliminations came as a shock,” sungwoon says plainly. “the top three were expected—mason, sia, and suwoong have all proved themselves already, and i think their partners definitely benefited from being paired up with them.” mason carried his duo in particular in sungwoon’s opinion, but he thinks that much is obvious. “so yeah, no surprises there. the eliminations were a different beast, though. i thought jinyoung and jeonghan should’ve been in the top three.” objectively, their performance was one of the best in his eyes. “yuqi and minhyun should’ve been safe too, but i guess my sixth sense failed me last round.”

he looks down at his hands, then back up with a distracted smile. “the shot at redemption… i’m not sure how to feel about that twist, but like everyone else, i’m eager to see who survives.”

are you hoping minhyun will return?

“i am.” he nods once, thinking that it would be poetic justice if minhyun returns just as sungwoon leaves, but the thought of empty enigma on the show without him hurts and he abandons it altogether. “of course i’d like to see him advance; he’s a talented performer and he deserves to be here. he’s versatile, he’s handsome, and he has a great personality. also, he recycles. isn’t he perfect?”

is it fair to say minhyun deserves to be here when some people question your band’s intentions in this competition?

his lips press into a thin line. “you’re talking about what eric said, right?” the interviewer nods, and sungwoon shrugs. “isn’t that a question for daniel? he’s the one who got called out.”

but the rest of your band was included in their comments as well.

“‘the band guys,’” sungwoon says, enveloping the phrase in air quotes before letting his arms fall to the sides. “you know, i’m kind of getting tired of it.” he hears the same sort of thing in interviews week after week. reads the same sort of thing online with netizens commenting on ‘daniel and the band’ like they’re one single entity. and god, it isn’t daniel’s fault that mnet seems to have made him the face of empty enigma. sungwoon doesn’t blame him for it—daniel deserves the attention and recognition he’s getting. but it is exhausting to feel like his contributions don’t matter. like he doesn’t matter. “it’s understandable to question our intentions, but i believe it’s disrespectful to pretend we’re not working as hard as anyone else here. we’ve earned our place through our own talents.”

his voice is even, controlled, the expression on his face mild. sungwoon doesn’t say that eric’s words have made him question what he’s doing here—because he’s not entirely wrong. they do want to promote the band, but he doesn’t understand why taking pride in their accomplishments is coded as a terrible thing. after all, people can have more than one goal. sungwoon doesn’t confess that the first thing he did when he arrived in seoul was audition to be an idol. he doesn’t point out that last year, he participated in the mgas without revealing his band, for all intents and purposes a genuine idol hopeful. he doesn’t admit that he wants to be here, even if eric is right and he’s taking a chance away from someone else.

(someone like minhyun).

sungwoon is a practiced enough liar that he doesn’t let any cracks show. “i can’t speak for everyone else’s intentions, but i know we all have our own reasons for being here beyond just promoting the band. we’re not a hive-mind or a homogeneous blob, even though people talk about us like we are. we’re individuals with our own goals and desires outside of our band too.” he plays with his frayed cuffs, picking at an errant thread as he speaks. “i mean, most of us have been pushing ourselves out of our comfort zones and performing in ways we never would in a band. we wouldn’t do that if we weren’t taking this seriously.”

he takes a deep breath, his smile turning sardonic as he leans forward. “and i want to say—if i have the decency to learn the names of everyone in the competition, i think others should make an effort too.” sungwoon holds up a hand and counts down. “sungwoon. woojin. kenta. minhyun. we’re not just ‘the guys’ or ‘the others’ or ‘daniel’s band.’ use our names next time you want to talk about us.”

moving on, you were paired with eunji this week. how was it like working with her?

his smile is a little more sincere at the mention of eunji. “she’s talented. seriously talented. we already knew each other prior to the competition—we’re neighbors—and working with her was both fun and easy.” he wants to laugh as the memory of their grease failures come to mind. “we were originally going to do grease’s summer lovin’, but we couldn’t keep a straight face while singing.” chuckling slightly, sungwoon runs a hand through his hair. “i don’t know why though; i think i could be a good danny zuko?” sungwoon gives the camera a winning smile before turning back to the interviewer. “really, it was great. rehearsal was never dull, and i think we sound really good together too. i’m so glad we were paired together.”

how do you think your performance went?

sungwoon fights to keep his expression neutral. how do you think it went? he wants to ask, but refrains. humiliation still burns under his skin, but the anger at himself, at the whole situation, has faded. instead he’s caught somewhere between resignation and guilt for what this could do to eunji. maybe if he doesn’t discuss their mistake, the interviewer won’t press for details. with that in mind, he decides to stick to the positives.

“i haven’t sung many showtunes before; i’m not familiar with musicals in general,” he admits. “but i wanted to challenge myself to try something new. i don’t know when else i’ll get the chance to experiment with different styles of music like this again.” his face falls a bit, but he fights to pull it back up. “eunji’s a phenomenal singer, so singing with her wasn’t hard either. it felt very natural to sell the whole story of the song.” he laughs and rubs his nose. “i mean, it’s not hard to pretend you’re falling in love with eunji, so i think we captured the essence of the number.”

you made a mistake, though. what went wrong?

he visibly deflates. bold of him to think mnet would let him pass without addressing this in some fashion. arms falling to his sides (flailing, despite his best efforts), sungwoon sucks in a deep breath. “we went over the time limit. unfortunately, we didn’t realize we’d been practicing with the wrong backing track all well.” lifting his head, he adds, “i’m not trying to make excuses for us. i understand that it’s extremely unprofessional to make a mistake like that. i’m disappointed in myself for not catching it sooner. i’m disappointed that all people are going to remember of our stage in the future is our flub. that’s not the impression i want to leave people with.”

another deep breath. he grips the edge of his seat. “none of this is eunji’s fault. i hope my mistake doesn’t reflect badly on her because she’s an amazing performer. even if we get eliminated, i want people to know that—she’s worth supporting till the end.”

is there anyone you are certain will move onto the next phase of the mgas?

sungwoon takes a moment to gather himself before responding. “suwoong and kyulkyung. suwoong impressed me; he showed a completely different side of himself, and he and kyulkyung compliment each other really well. their performance was… electric and intimate. i genuinely think they deserve to win today.” he’d been critical of whether suwoong was taking this competition seriously in one of the earlier rounds, but he can feel his sincerity now. “i also hope yukhei and woojin go through; i thought their performance was fun and they balance each other out well.”

is there anyone you are certain will be eliminated today?

“us.” this is the first time sungwoon has ever answered the question. “if the judges hold us to our mistake,” here he pauses and gives the interviewer a self-deprecating smile, “and i think they should, it’ll be us.” joohyun’s elimination hurt, but sungwoon understood it. he’d understand them being sent home as well. turning to face the camera, sungwoon stands and bows before saying, “i’m sorry, eunji.” sungwoon can’t bring himself to say more, his throat suddenly dry.

the interviewer seems to sense as much and thanks him for his time. sungwoon bids her farewell and returns to his seat. he’s oddly tired, but the full weight of today hasn’t crashed into him yet. he suspects he’ll feel worse after the eliminations, but for now, sungwoon looks down at his feet and waits.

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thekoreanlass · 6 years

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“A road opens as you tread along it. A road that doesn’t open is not a road. Roads are opened to everyone. But not everyone can have it. “

Misaeng all started with this quote from Jang Geu Rae and then my thought that ‘ah, are they going to rewind back to the past before he was going to die?’. He was hit by a car in a chase after someone–who will later appear in the middle and end of the drama that you wouldn’t really realize this man Geu Rae was after is the man in the first episode and the last episode. It was funny why I didn’t really remember that guy, but I have a really bad memory–and you would really be bothered by what will happen next to him considering that the opening started strong and before you can even get the gist of what was happening, you get the cliffhanger of your life. It’s like having your friend tell you he has a secret but he won’t tell you about it and that frustrates you. You know? That kind of feeling when that happens.

Then enter Jang Geu Rae years back before the chase in Jordan and you’ll see this man who had little to none to arm him in the battle of life.

The past twenty-six years of his life centered only at playing Baduk, his mother, his tiny little room and his strong guilt about not being able to fulfill his life-long goal that he was like a lost child who didn’t know anything when he was shoved harshly into cruel reality. The realer world–which is far worse, more dangerous, more cunning, crueler.

Because of his inexperience in the outside world and his lack of educational background, having only a GED under his name and connections to back him up, he was often judged by the people, saying how unfair it was that he became an intern even though he clearly didn’t know what he was doing.

Yet, I admire Geu Rae for being able to prove them otherwise. His character has grown throughout the course of the entire drama. From the guy who didn’t know anything, to the guy people can rely on. He must be the most hardworking character out of all them and because of this, despite his own share of failures from time to time, he got to where he was.

Even if things didn’t end well with One International and he needed to leave, it was true that roads open. It just so happened that his stay in that company wasn’t his real calling.–it wasn’t the road meant for him to take. It was somewhere else. But that road has always been open to when he decided to walk that path after one door has closed.

Along this road, Geu Rae met a lot of good people that has contributed to shaping the way he is. One of them was Ahn Young Yi, our tough cookie.

Young Yi is probably one of the strongest female characters I have ever watched. She doesn’t do much aegyo, but she has a lot of charm, one of them being her strong will. Not the type that translates to being annoyingly stubborn. But I was just glad that despite being literally a damsel in distress–you’d pity her by how much badly she was being treated by her sexist bosses–she didn’t need a knight to save her. Yes, there’s Geu Rae and Baek Ki to create a potential love triangle with her and save her while on a white horse or with a sharp-edged sword, but Young Yi didn’t need it.

She knows that she is being looked down upon by men in general–that was her problem—but this made her stronger and more independent. It made her more enduring and she used this to her advantage until she was able to earn people’s trust to treat her as their equal. That was what I loved about her story. Her road to finally earning the respect that she has ever wanted all her life since her father.

Then there’s our ambitious Jang Baek Ki who has valued his specs more than anything. At first he may come off as the intimidating, smart (but nerdy) intern who knows everything, but this kids has his own share of frustrations especially when he met the Jang Geu Rae who only had a GED yet managed to enter a conglomerate such as One International.

Like, if I were in his shoes I would surely wonder and feel envious that someone who had lesser education than me can do that. I mean, it will probably feel very, very unfair. It’s just like being in the same office as someone who much or less only had a Grade School or High School diploma, you know? I find his reaction very justifiable considering most of us feel like that whenever something similar happens. Admit it or not. Besides, remember when I said I can identify with him the most? That’s why even though I sometimes hated him for disliking Geu Rae, that I waited–whether he ends up the bad guy or he also gets the plot twist to his character.

Baek Ki is so high up on his horse that he can’t even accept doing the job of a newbie–running errands, typing jobs, clerical work, you name it. He doesn’t like his work to be simple, knowing that he has vast knowledge he learned from college that’s why he wants to push for the complicated things when his work and his immediate boss only requires for him to know the basics.

That when he decided to rebel against his boss and would like to resign, I thought it was the end for him. Maybe he’ll transfer to another company, is what I thought. Gladly, he realized what went wrong. He attacked his opponent head on without even having a sword or a shield and eventually he also took Geu Rae’s advice to ‘wait when your opponent is strong’. That sounds dumb, but I think it is also right that ‘patience is a virtue’. And patience paid off. He learned to appreciate even a small compliment from his boss who rarely acknowledged him and he learned to back down when he should. Most importantly he learned how to climb down his high horse and let his feet remain on the flat ground.

This may sound biased, but out of the quartet, at first, he was the person I least liked. Han Suk Yool just came off as an asshole especially during his and Geu Rae’s time before and during the intern presentations.

But eventually, I saw Suk Yool as a better person as they became full-time employees in One International.

This doesn’t mean though that he wasn’t annoying. Heck, he loves gossip so much that his feet travels faster with the prospect of a new rumor. And he’s too proud of himself that he boasted of his boss favoring him over, when in reality he was being slaved by his boss. He only later realizes this though; that he was victim to the kind of boss who only sits around and pass over his own work to his boss. You must know that kind of boss. One way or another, once in your life, you will meet this kind of people.

Anyway, in contrary to how the other three attacked, Suk Yook took the angry way out and charged like a furious bull at his boss. Because of his brazenness that most of his plans fired back and he could only voice out his frustration by trying to be better than his boss and boycotting him (who is a worse asshole by the way). For half of his first year, he has hated his boss like his life depended on it.

Yet, one thing I definitely would admire about Suk Yool is that he isn’t the type of character to do some thoughtless revenge after going down that path for so long. He has met an opportunity upon discovering his boss’ ultimate secret but instead of using it to his advantage he instead got rid of the evidence.

However, it seems that after all karma is true and the universe conspired to help him a bit later on without him doing anything. His boss will eventually get the punishment that he deserves and it will probably one of the most humiliating but funniest scenes. You better get to that part. I mean, who doesn’t want to see once in a while a spectacle like that about your boss who you secretly hate with all you have? lol.

I’m just glad that Suk Yool learned to wait and he got the justice he deserved for someone who had been slaved unfairly.

If you ask me if I love Oh Sang Sik to the moon and back I wouldn’t say no for an answer. This man is just so lovable. His character is a mix of dedication, compassionate, humility and sincerity. I mean, to have this kind of boss is going to be awesome. It would be an honor to be taught by such an upright and wise man like him. The one who would treat you like a family, too.

It’s just that in reality, it is hard to find or come across this kind of boss and he seems pretty too good to be true but I am just glad that he is in Geu Rae’s life because he served as his ray of hope in his dark world. He was able to help release Geu Rae’s potential and at the same time, even without his intention to, he is able to share his virtues to the other characters in the drama.

Let’s not forget our minor characters who also contributed a lot in their own little ways to build up Misaeng’s story. Kim Dong Sik, who acted as Mr. Oh’s loyal subordinate and support to Geu Rae. Geu Rae’s mother who was always so proud of him and a source of strength to him. Mr. Oh’s wife, who despite her tough character brings balance to his life and one of his great motivators. Department Head Kim Boo-Ryeon, who has been Mr. Oh’s mentor in his early years. The handsome Assistant Manager Kang, who taught Baek Ki all the basics that he needed to know. The fierce Department Manager Kim Sun-Joo, who is just and doesn’t favor anyone. Assistant Manager Ha Sung-Joon, who despite his sexist and rough character, slowly came to accept Young Yi. And then there’s Executive Director Choi Young-Hoo, who we probably thought as the ultimate villian and yet appeared just as human as everyone else.

In conclusion, all technicalities aside, I will say that Misaeng is like an oasis in the desert. It has shown me the kind of drama that no one will find in any other dramas out there. And though it centered mostly on the normal lives of people–and that may sound kind of boring–and the depressing fact of the world being an unfair place, I say that it is my oasis because it has also shown me hope; a kind of positiveness or attitude that looks at the brighter side of things despite of one door closing on them.

It has also shown me that not every drama needs a villain because a person is neither just bad or just good. They are always both. You may think that a person is probably the worst scum on earth, but at one point they are just like us, imperfect. We have our own flaws and we share on having them. It is refreshing to watch this on tv and not just find someone either really good or bad or stupid or perfect. The way they portrait this is so on point and not exaggerating that I think Misaeng is probably the only drama who managed to do this. The events are so circumstantial that you might even empathize with the justifying reason why a character was made that way.

At this point I know I probably look like I am just rambling (I may be), but I just can’t express how happy I am to have watched this drama. It is truly an honor to see Im Siwan in this light and discover these great characters and story that made everything worthwhile. I really thought that I may stop in the middle of watching this drama and just forget about it completely, but the drama has taught me a lot and made me relate so much that I forgot about dropping it. I don’t think that I will ever have the heart of considering that again.

It is truly an amazing journey.

Not just because of victories, but of failures and hardships that we must acknowledge exist even in reality, which they have shown quite well in the drama. Doesn’t it feel good to know that someone can relate with you and that someone is bold enough to expose it to the world like this? That we are all struggling the same no matter what our social statuses are.

It is good to know that it can be tackled like this and that things ended well even if it was an open end. Anyway, roads open like they said in the first and last episode. But even if there are no roads, the path we walk on can be the road. So, we can just imagine and hope that things from the end of the story will be a happy beginning in the lives of our heroes.

I will really like a second season, too, to be honest. I mean, I want to know if there is going to be a potential love relationship between the characters and I also want to know how their company will grow. It would be nice to know the future, but I guess that will be too much to ask, huh?

Nonetheless, I really love this drama to the moon and back.

And if I can give an end rating, this time it’s going to be 5 out of 5.

PS. I will definitely miss the quartet. In fact, I am still missing them even after it has already been a few days since I finished Misaeng.

Review: Misaeng (Last Impression) “A road opens as you tread along it. A road that doesn’t open is not a road.

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