My drama-watching has been hi-jacked by Secret Love Affair and I love it! I’m constantly thinking about the episodes I’ve just seen, anticipating the episodes to come, haunting the places where people share my obsession… So. Much. Fun! I adore being this all-in on something. [No spoilers!]
I love where the story is going and I’m terrified of where the story is going. And I fully trust this director and this writer. Fully. Which is awesome because already expectations and predictions have been completely destroyed, only to be rebuilt into new, even more delicious possibilities. And it makes me happy! The story is deeply clever but not trying to be clever. It’s just being true to its characters (the amazingly awesome Hye-won who I seriously admire on so many different levels, and the adorably bumbling yet believably gifted Sun-jae) and the way they roll and ricochet through the world they inhabit.
And! I’ve decided it’s totally possible for the story to end happily! Ish! As a deeply talented (I’m trying to avoid using the overused word “genius” but… that’s what he is) pianist, Sun-jae’s world is far more open than it is for most k-drama characters. For example, in Nine Park Sun-woo is a television journalist. For various reasons (language, experience) he’d have a hard time pulling up stakes and finding work outside of Korea.
That’s the exact opposite of what Sun-jae’s experience could be. If he becomes a world renowned pianist… well, it’s in the title, isn’t it? He could live anywhere. And Hye-won could go with him. It’s not a totally happy ending, because Hye-won would be riding his coattails to a certain extent. And she’d lose the life she’s built for herself. But still… it’s not death or separation or some heartbreaking combination of both.
Am I reaching? Yeah, I’m totally reaching, but this is how deep I’m in. This I do know: the ending may not be happy (I’m bracing for not-happy) — it will be good. Beyond good. Epic. Too high expectations? Will I get burned? I might get burned. But I’m going to watch like I won’t. I’m enjoying myself far too much to let jadedness reach out its cautious hand and pull me back.