This Boy's Love novel is set in the year 2070, a futuristic universe, while keeping the tone grounded and realistic. The story will begin with a BL dating simulator story but will eventually reveal its true self as the story progresses. (#in a good way too) "From cocoon into a butterfly" (similar to the movie "Sinners"). Yep! Sinners, but Korean... without any paranormal stuff.
The content includes R-18+ activities (without being overly explicit), substance use, satirical commentary on the K-POP industry and patriarchy, symbolism, and use of profanity.
All characters are fictional and created solely for this novel, as well as the entertainment firms. We do not intend to discredit the industry but rather show the good and dark sides that K-POP artists have to face during their career run.
Overall, 30 full chapters but will be chopped into parts for...whatever reasons. lol
Series 8: My Heart \/ My Idol (Main story) - 24 chapters
Series 8: Top /\ Down (Epilogue + Main Story's True Ending) - 6 chapters
Narration : 3rd person / 1st person mix
The narration of this novel is kind of a unique experiment; the narration dives deep into the protagonist's inner thoughts. Sometimes, when the scene shifts, it can feel almost artistic, so if you're used to a more straightforward, slow-paced style, you might need a little adjustment.
The true narrator is actually a butterfly (3rd person). Whenever the butterfly lands on someone, the story flows into that character's point of view (1st p'). Most of the time, it stays with the MC (Woo Seok Jin, aka White), but when something truly significant happens, it may rest on someone else. And when scenes change, the butterfly can fly away from the MC and drift into another place & time and will eventually get back to him once again. It's meant to feel smooth, almost seamless. Or it could happen more subtly, like when the MC walks through a door and steps into an entirely different place. Think of a smooth transition in a music video.
For instance: A leaf flows past my body, and as it brushes my hair, black strands turn white. The flower field around me fades, reshaping into a street of concrete. Neon light beams down on the man's leather jacket. Blah blah blah