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Ah, my words finding a fan is a plot twist I didn't see coming! If I penned tales, you'd be the first to have a read. For now, I'm just scripting comments and awaiting the next episode with bated breath. 😅

I reckon he'd be even more tantalizing without those faux scars trying to play the part!

Hi friend! Ah, you’ve echoed the chorus in my head! I too found myself yearning for a pinch of grit amid the fluff. Meen as a gangster was more of a stretch than my disbelief. Ping’s facial expressions are a narrative on their own, oscillating between intrigue and a meme in the making. And oh, the overplayed drunken trope, it’s like a rerun of yesteryears in a 2023 setting. As for the Wal blame game, it’s high time the lens of culpability shifted. Here's to less trope tripping and more narrative sizzle in the episodes ahead—I'll be giving episode two a chance!

This comment section holds a special place for some of us, as it's a hub for all things OF—a BL drama close to our hearts.

I have. Check my comment on the discussion board over there. :)

Absolutely! This series has turned my usually silent admiration into a comment section marathon. It's a rare spectacle that nudges me to type away my awe. The journey from episode one to the finale has been nothing short of extraordinary. Hats off to everyone involved!

Get well soon and hope the cat finds a less painful way to express gratitude soon! HUGS

Ah, the tale where an angel, with a demeanor of a tiny adult, mildly chides Koki for his rough edges, born not from lewdness but a life less charmed, less schooled. His tender thoughtfulness shines through nonetheless. Our angel's innocent misread of "deli" - a colloquial for a certain kind of adult service in Japanese, not a short for delivery, marks a virgin naivety contrasting vividly with Koki's unrefined authenticity. Their shared roof crafts a scenario of easeful tension, a dance of contrasting tunes, both amusing and heartrending.

Your insights slice through the show’s facade, unmasking its unexpected gravitas. Much like you, I was tethered to its narrative, finding a therapeutic touch in its exploration of loss—a theme set to unfurl as the tale marches on. Who knew a whimsical angel could ferry us through such murky waters with a sprinkle of humor?

It’s a delightful coincidence to cross paths again, especially over a shared appreciation for this show. Your kind words about my review are much appreciated. The manga adds a beautiful depth to the story, definitely worth a read. Looking forward to more engaging discussions in the future!

In this episode, Shunyu, marinated in self-doubt and feeling unworthy of his boss's eye, thoughtfully leaves a how-to manual for the next secretary. It's a reheated serving of selflessness on a platter of clichés, leaving me yearning for a narrative with a little more spice and a lot less predictability.

Ah, alcohol—the drama's timeless brewer, sparking romance or fueling awkward one-night tales across eras and scenes. From bustling bars to cozy Asian nooks, in mainstream or Asian BL realms, it's the liquid cupid escorting leads to the bedroom. The first episode's pacing is on point, hinting at a promising and engaging BL series ahead. However, somewhere something fell flat, as the joy and excitement their closeness was supposed to evoke, eluded me.

Thanks for the kudos! Work's got me nesting in Tokyo, so I get to rub elbows with a slice of Asia daily – it's my daily dose of learning.

Did a little digging and voila! GagaOOLala and Netflix are on the table. Bet other OTT platforms are in on it too. Now, about those subtitles on GagaOOLala, they can be a bit off. Maybe fan translations or a shoutout in this comment section could do the trick.

Enjoy the show!

Today, while flipping through the news, a headline caught my eye - G-Dragon getting entangled in the snare of drug abuse, a narrative echoed by the trails of Lee Sun Kyun’s case. It whisked me away to the gritty realms of “Only Friends,” where characters dance with danger, embracing the forbidden allure of substances. In the comment section, I stumbled upon a different tune being hummed, a tune of acceptance, rehabilitation, and understanding, a far cry from the cacophony of condemnation that usually echoes through the conservative corridors of Asia.

Being nestled in the heart of Tokyo for work, the disparity in attitudes hits closer to home. The drumbeat of disdain against substance abuse resonates loudly through the Japanese and Korean social stratospheres. It’s like every beat sends a ripple of rebuke, each note spelling out a cautionary tale.

Now, imagine Carrie Bradshaw sashaying down the bustling streets of Seoul, narrating her adventures amidst a culture where whispers of drug abuse send shivers down spines. In a city that never sleeps, the tale of substance abuse is not a chapter read aloud, but a forbidden script locked away in the far corners.

The comments under “Only Friends” felt like a breath of fresh air amidst a narrative often clouded by judgment and scorn. They danced around the topic with grace, understanding, and empathy, something akin to a warm embrace in a cold, judgmental world. It’s like stumbling upon a cozy little café in the heart of a bustling city, a haven of understanding amidst a sea of scorn.

As the day rolled on, the blend of acceptance from the “Only Friends” fandom juxtaposed against the stern, almost unforgiving stance of my Asian surroundings made me ponder. It’s a narrative that’s as contrasting as the black ink on the crisp white pages of a gritty, gripping novel. Through the lens of Carrie Bradshaw, one could say, it’s a tale of two cities, each humming a different tune to the same age-old tale of substance abuse. Amidst the neon lights of Tokyo and the star-studded skies of Seoul, the narrative of acceptance and understanding yearns for a chance to twirl and shine.

I envy your BL binge with mom. When I broached Asian BL with my mom a few years back, she bailed on "Not Me" after just one episode, griping about the subtitles. She reminisced about her younger days, finding mingling with her gay pals at nightclubs a breezier affair.

Ah, the whimsical waters of fandom, where every ship has its day until a new one sails into the sunset of speculation. And let's not forget, the more the merrier in these turbulent tides! Cue: trio venture, adding a splash of spice to the ever-churning sea of ships.😆👬🧍🏼

Ah, what a crew we've got here, friends—or should I say 'frenemies'? Just kidding. They might not check all the 'bestie' boxes, but in their world, they still pass the friendship sniff test. But hold on, is that Eau de Irony I smell?

Boston's actions are causing more shakes than a blender at a smoothie bar. Gaslighting Ray and betraying Mew? It's like he's speed-running how to implode friendships. Seriously, who needs enemies when you've got a 'friend' like Boston? Cue suspenseful exit music!

But wait, there's more! Chueam is reaching for the 'cancel' button so fast, you'd think Boston was a pop-up ad. It's not just sibling gripes making her trigger-happy; it's Boston's Oscar-worthy performance in 'How to Ruin Friendships.' Forget 'friend,' Boston's more like a wrecking ball in a china shop of trust and loyalty.

And then, boom! Mew drops the mic—or should I say, the tape? Right in Boston's face, like he's serving justice on a platter. His message? 'This is what you've won for betraying me: a lifetime membership to the Unfriend Zone.' Oh snap, someone's been schooled in Friendship Ethics 101.

Ah, the ultimate betrayal cocktail—my guy cozying up with my best girl? That’s drama so thick, you need a chainsaw to cut through it. I’m so dialed into this BL drama, it’s like I’ve inherited Mew’s emotional baggage—carry-on and all! And let’s be clear, even if Mew’s waving a white flag, I’m still not ready to absolve Top. No sir!

Ah, you guys are on fire with this conversation, mind if I throw my two cents into the ring?

We all know the classic bro-code and its fabulous sister, the girl-code—immutable scrolls passed down through the friend ranks. The commandment ‘thou shalt not covet your friend’s ex’ is usually as clear as a gin martini.

But plot twist: in the LGBTQ+ world, things get as murky as a coffee after an all-nighter. Because the dating pool is more like a puddle, the ‘don’t date the ex’ rule is often scrawled in pencil, not ink. Translation? ‘Terms and conditions may apply, darling.’

Now, let’s talk about this modern marvel of a friendship quartet. On the surface, it’s all about situational convenience—same school, same courses, maybe even the same taste in Netflix shows. Presto! You have a friend stew cooked up from assorted backgrounds.

Time for a quick who’s who. Ton comes from a family that’s basically one step away from having a political bumper sticker. Ray? Born with a silver IMDb page, thanks to a mom who was in the biz and a dad crunching numbers. Mew’s upbringing is all about progressive flair, courtesy of his two mommies. And Chueam? Her family serves up love and probably some killer pad Thai in their cozy eatery.

So, they’ve got different backgrounds. Big deal. But the secret sauce? The binding agent in this social medley? They’re a fab foursome of queer fabulousness—three gays and a lesbian. In a world that still side-eyes anything out of the ‘norm,’ that commonality becomes their friendship superglue. Think of them as the Breakfast Club of the new millennium, but sprinkle in some rainbow!

Here's my take:

Top, darling, it's high time you drop the mysterious act and get real with Mew. Spill the tea on your nightmares, your childhood woes, and your clingy tendencies. And while you're at it, snatch that key card back from your ex like it's the last slice of pizza!

Mew, you’re a catch, not a doormat! Hold off on playing house with Top and for heaven's sake, toss that blinding wardrobe. And could you do us all a favor? Hit that 'unfollow' on Boeing's IG like it's a buzzer in a game show.

Sand, unleash that inner rocker rage on Boeing! You were backstabbed, now it's your turn to drop the mic. Oh, and kick the smoking habit—rock 'n' roll doesn’t have to stink!

Ray, my man, get a grip! Skip that Japanese festival; it's a hot mess of booze and weed. How about taking up the sax with Sand's dad? It'll give you something to blow other than smoke.

Boston, make amends with Mew and clear the air with Atom's sister. Cancel culture is so last season.

Nick, restrain yourself from that New York escapade. Take a dating detour; good men are not extinct.

And Boeing? For the love of all things employable, get a job!

Let the chips fall where they may! 🍿

Here's to our colorful chatter about Thai BL, where love meets drama in a dance as dazzling as tonight! 🥂💃🎭