#solhwi

in reading reviews of psycometry he seems to survive but has a “mysterious” end nonetheless.

how do you rank law school among his dramas? i don’t love legal dramas but i love academia/school settings and i like the sound of his character and the sort-of romance/friendship scenarios going on. basically i’m debating whether or not it’s worth getting a netflix trial for it 😅

-kbcu anon

Law school is a mixed bag, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. The plus - Beom, obviously, and I loved the leading lady - both the character and the actress and whenever she shares screen with Beom, sparks fly. They have such wonderful chemistry that it pissed me off that, while a slow-burn romance was heavily teased, it was left inconclusive in the end. I will, specifically, choose to ignore one line Joon-hwi (Beom’s character) says in the end - it was bad direction because everything until then - his body language, his heart eyes, the way he cares for her, speaks an entirely different story.

There are subtle hints, though, that might lead you to conclude they’ll eventually become a couple, and my headcanon says they were totally married in that last scene which happens after a time-jump.

As for the story, it’s nothing great but definitely watchable. The first few episodes are jumpy, going back and forth in time, but it settles down after 3-4 episodes and that’s when the joon-hwi/sol-a fluff begins.

As for Beom’s character- he felt like a mix of Rang and Seung-tak to me - the perfect gentleman with subtle shades of grey. He doesn’t have much of a character growth, so don’t expect that. The FL is adorable. I’m repeating myself - but I loved her so much with KB that if he were to do a rom-com, I’d love her to be cast with him. And I loved professor Yang - both actor and character.

Every one of the supporting cast is good. Don’t expect too much out of it and just have fun.

BTW, for a legal drama, it has very few actual courtroom scenes. I don’t like student dramas because I’m too old for them and find them pretty immature but this one, I can relate to because the two lead characters are roughly around my age and the campus life shown here is realistic - instead of kids fooling around and whiling away their time (looking at you, BOF), they’re matured and responsible individuals.

If you’re going in for the romance, you’ll be disappointed because it’s left open ended, though you’ll have enough reasons to conclude they’re together in the end.

If not for anything else just give it a shot for these two - they’re adorable together

a genius, former child prodigy pianist - Han Joonhwi.

meets the only tone-deaf royalty music fairy, Kang Sol.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Law School (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Han Joon Hwi/Kang Sol A Characters: Han Joon Hwi, Kang Sol A Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Yes this could've happened, Jealous Kang Sol A, Jealous Han Joon Hwi, Explicit Sexual Content, Fluff and Smut, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers Summary:

“Why should it matter to you?” she bursts out, that burning sensation at its peak. “Now why don’t you go back to my roomie and spend the rest of the evening with her. Why waste your time here, arguing with me when—”

Unwilling to drag it further, she turns to leave again, but Joon Hwi takes her hand before she can open the door.

“You’re far from a waste of time, Sol-ah.” He leans, one hand over her shoulder and resting on the wall, the other brushing her arm. “Quite the opposite actually.” His voice is a low rumble, unlike his usual. “You’re—” His eyes flash dangerously.

“What?” She stares unabashedly at his handsome face. She wants those lips on hers. “Why were you flirting with her then?"

His breath is on hers, igniting her skin. “I have never tried to flirt with anyone but you, Sol-ah.”

OR

“I never add a suffix to your name because you’re the Kang Sol who matters to me in a way I can't fully explain,” he murmurs, his fingers skimming the column of her neck. “Remember that.”

OR

The one where the conversation where they promise they’ll be rooting for each other doesn’t end at that.

You could check it out on AO3 at The Sol that matters or read it below.

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“I’ll be rooting for you in your uncle’s place.”

Joon-Hwi is taken aback, but in a pleasant way. He’s never shied away from gazing blatantly at her, and something about today -  now  - feels different. So many times he has tried to tell her with his eyes, only to be left behind with his thoughts, with her  never  looking at him the way he looks at her. With her looking at him as no more than a good friend.

He’s used to pining for her in silence. He’s made it a routine to hold himself back, to lock up his heart, because she’s never going to hear what he’s trying to tell her without words.

But today, it feels like there’s something more to her words. It feels more than a friend offering another solace and encouragement.

It feels like—

He drops his gaze, then looks up, looking deep into those eyes that have even been visiting him in his dreams. When he smiles, something tugs at his heart, like it usually does whenever he yearns to be more than a friend. “I’ll do the same,” he murmurs.

Always, he adds in his mind, scared to say it out aloud.

A second passes. Then another. Then the third. Why is his frustration rising? Why is an inner voice demanding he bare his heart to her. That it’s today or it can never be.

“I—” Sol blinks, probably realizing they’ve held their eye contact for a bit too long. Is she blushing? Is she searching her mind for something to say? That’s not the girl he knows. His friend is not the type to remain silent for more than a few seconds. Unless she’s asleep, that is. “I—um—” she goes again, then turns away. “I should get back to preparing—”

He grabs her wrist and pulls her back. “That day at the trial,” he says, his desperation to put her confusion to rest clawing at him. “When I was asked who I was looking out for—”

“I understand why you said that,” she softly acknowledges. “She’s had a crush on you since the start of our year. She’s been going through a lot and I can see why—” She tugs away her hand from his grasp. “I should really be going—”

She begins to flee, but he’s in no mood to let her go.

“Not before you hear me out,” he says, his fingers curling around her wrist again. “Sol-ah—”

“You want to look out for Kang Sol B. I get that. I—”

“I simply said Kang Sol,” he gently interrupts. “You assumed it was her.”

“You acknowledged it later,” she complains, referring to when he’d handed out a beverage to her and she’d told him to offer it to her roomie instead.

“I didn’t. I was merely teasing you, Sol-ah.” Expressing his feelings is always a challenge to him, so this is the closest he can get to the truth without a full-blown ‘I like you’ or an ‘I love you’ that always seems to lose its way before getting to his lips. “I've never felt anything more than friendship for Sol-B. We’re just study-mates.”

“Oh,” is the only thing she says.

Just oh? Disappointed, he tries to read her eyes. Is he reading too much into her taking offense to him watching out for her room-mate? But it can't be. That soft pink hue on her cheeks cannot be lying.

“Yah,” he bursts out, impatient, when she remains silent. “I just admitted something huge. Don’t I deserve a better response than just an  oh?”

“Well—” She halts. It appears as if she’s measuring her words. It’s unusual to see the talkative Kang Sol struggling with a conversation. It’s the first time she’s this flustered, and if he’s not awfully mistaken about her feelings, his months of endless pining would soon come to an end. “You’ve always looked out for your friends,” she says, erring on the side of caution. “You’ve always been there for me. It is because of you that I—”

She stops talking when he takes a step closer.

“Joon-Hwi—”

“I don’t want to just look out for you,” he whispers, his lips almost touching hers.

There’s so much he wants to tell her. He wants to stand by her, to hold her hand as she shines in her career. He wants to keep her safe. He wants to promise her the world. And he wants a chance to give it to her. He can draft out a long page to express all he wants to. Or he can simply say it in the sweetest three words a man can say to a woman.

Or—

Before his nerves can ruin this moment and chase it away, he kisses her.

This is the only way he can tell her properly. He allows himself to enjoy the taste of her lips, to feel her as her touch penetrates the remotest corners of his soul. All that has been tormenting him vanishes from his head. It’s just her and her alone, all his problems dismissed into oblivion. His heart speaks to hers. No longer secretly craving her, it skips away frantically with hers, their breaths coming together as their passions become one. This kiss is his longing coming to fruition. Whatever it was that was ignited in him in Yangcrates’ class that day, flares up, rising, wrapping them both in its fiery embrace. That example he’d come up with it: that was a deep desire that had to remain shut, locked up until now until he could finally act on it. It is the dream he’s been dreaming of, night after night.

“Joon-Hwi,” she sighs against his mouth, her arms tightening around him, her hands in his hair, fingertips brushing his neck.

“I never add a suffix to your name because you’re the Kang Sol who matters to me in a way I can't fully explain,” he murmurs, his fingers skimming the column of her neck. “Remember that.”

He tugs at her bun and sets her hair free. His fingers thread through the silky strands, and when he pulls her deeper into the kiss, she breaks into an urgent flutter against his lips, rousing, tempting him. She warms him; he aches even more for her. He crushes his mouth harder against hers, and she responds with a moan, her tongue delightfully caressing his as she devours him with her lust.

He can go on like this. This is life. This is bliss.

But footsteps at a distance interrupt, and they pull apart.

Her breathing’s unsteady. Her flushed lips press together. Her cheeks are the colour of the setting sun. “I should go now,” she whispers, conscious of the state she’s in.

This time Joon-Hwi doesn’t stop her. But as she leaves, he calls out, “Tonight, after dinner, on the grounds.” It’s just past noon, but he’s already looking forward to it. “You and I have a lot to talk about.”

She smiles and nods.