It’s been over a year since Perfect 10 Liners, and I’m still not over Faifa and Wine. If anything, I think I love them more now. This is a long post about why both of them feel like the greenest flags in the BL world, about love, about healing.
If you’re still here too, maybe this is for you 🤍
“Your heart is not broken. It’s just a little chipped. I’ll fix it,” is what Faifa said to Wine in Perfect 10 Liners. But somewhere along the way, it wasn’t just Wine’s heart he was mending, it felt like ours too.
Faifa respects boundaries without turning it into a performance. He shows up, consistently and quietly, in ways that matter.
His teasing carries warmth, never cruelty. He pays attention to the things left unsaid. He protects without being controlling or possessive. And most of all, he creates emotional safety: loving without asking someone to change who they are.
That kind of love feels quite transformative. It reminds you that care can be steady, respectful, and freely given, and that alone can rewrite so many internal narratives.
Watching someone be understood without having to overexplain or given space without being abandoned, touches something deeply human: the need to feel safe as you are. For those who’ve felt overlooked, rushed, or emotionally drained, it feels like relief... Not theatrical or overpowering, just a calm, abiding reassurance that a kinder kind of love truly exists and can be found.
And maybe the most healing part is this: Faifa doesn’t make love feel like something you have to fight for or prove yourself worthy of. He makes it feel like something that can meet you gently, exactly where you already are.
Wine in Perfect 10 Liners becomes a green flag in the way he quietly unravels the pressure Faifa puts on himself to always be okay, always be strong, always be enough.
Instead of forcing him to open up or calling out his act, Wine does something softer and more gentle: he stays in a way that makes pretending unnecessary.
He doesn’t reward the version of Faifa that performs strength over the one that feels, and he doesn’t withdraw when the cracks show.
Through that steady presence, he shows Faifa that he doesn’t have to be happy all the time, doesn’t have to fake his emotions, and doesn’t have to carry everything alone just to be loved.
That’s what makes it so healing, because it reflects something many people quietly struggle with: the need to be “easy” to deserve care.
Wine slowly and gently dismantles that belief by proving that love doesn’t cling to the most convenient version of you and that it stays for the real one.
In doing so, he gives Faifa permission to be softer, more honest, more human, and somewhere in that shift, it feels like he’s giving the same permission to us too.
He notices the cracks behind the charm, the pressure Faifa puts on himself to always be okay, to always be the strong one, to never fall short.
Instead of demanding answers or forcing him to open up, Wine does something softer, and somehow braver: he creates a space where Faifa doesn’t have to pretend.
He doesn’t expect perfection, doesn’t need Faifa to be “on” all the time. He doesn’t reward the mask; he waits for the person underneath it.
Slowly, without turning it into something loud or dramatic, he helps Faifa understand that he doesn’t have to perform happiness just to be loved.
He meets him the same way in every version, steady through the jokes, just as steady through the honesty, never choosing the “strong” version of him over the real one.
And in that quiet consistency, something begins to shift. The idea that love has to be earned through being easy, unbreakable, or low-maintenance starts to loosen its grip.
Because that belief sits deeper than most people admit. The habit of swallowing feelings, of holding everything in just to remain lovable, of thinking that being “too much” might make someone leave.
Wine doesn’t confront that fear directly; he simply stays, long enough for it to start losing its hold. He shows that real love doesn’t cling to the version of you that’s easiest to handle; it stays for the version of you that’s real.
And in giving Faifa that kind of space to be softer, messier, and more human, it feels like he’s quietly offering the same grace to anyone who has ever felt the need to hide parts of themselves to be loved, gently reminding us that putting yourself first is never wrong, especially when you’ve spent so long, like Faifa, placing others before your own emotions, because love shouldn’t come at the cost of losing yourself.
Maybe this was just me talking into the void. But if it reached you...then I guess it wasn’t the void after all.
I hope every Wine in this world finds their Faifa, and every Faifa finds their Wine.
