#do you like Brahms?

[hanjinkz]

Do You Like Brahms? | 브람스를 좋아하세요? Written by Ryu Bo-ri Directed by Jo Young-min Released on 31 August 2020

Happy 4th anniversary of DYLB to all who celebrate it!

[eunsjisoo]

“love that keeps on giving“ — f. s. yousaf

happy holidays @junghaesin ❤️🎅 

[desire-for-madness]

I wish for once dramas (that are not musicals), but are strongly pushing fame through music, such as the ML being a famous composer, singer, musician... had actually good music that would make us really believe their potential.

So many times some fictional composer is supposed to be famous, and then their 30 sec music clip in the drama is garbage or mediocre. If he's famous hit me with something I want saved on my spotify!

[he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle]

I've got a question for you all, and I'm genuinely curious. I may just be wired more polyamorously than everyone else, but I've never once been jealous of a partner's romantic feelings towards someone else or a friend's romantic feelings towards a partner. Mostly because feelings (and thoughts) can't really be controlled, only our actions. Thoughts can be re-trained with a lot of mental discipline coupled with the passage of time. But feelings? Those just exist. They're neither good nor bad. The important thing is what we do with those feelings (let them pass, nurture them, dictate our actions, etc). So I never blame anyone for their feelings. I never get jealous over feelings. But I'm watching Do You Like Brahms? finally for the first time, and it's got a couple love triangles going on. Before the story even starts, both the FL and the ML were involved in love triangles where they fell in love with someone their best friends were also in love with. They NEVER acted on these feelings out of consideration for their besties. And in the process of letting go of those romantic attachments to people who are essentially off limits, they find each other and develop romantic feelings for each other. Crisis averted, right? They never acted on their feelings for those off-limit people (even when they discover that the off-limit people love them in return), and eventually those feelings passed. They never actually wronged their besties. Yet in the second half of the drama, the besties find out. And they take offense. And they sever the friendships.

But I just literally do not get why. Why are they mad that their best friend also loved someone they themselves loved? They say things like, "I don't blame person X for developing feelings for you, but I blame you for developing feelings for person X when you knew that I already loved them." ??? It does not compute. Why do you give person X a pass for falling in love, but not your bestie? And perhaps even more relevant, why are they mad about feelings that NEVER got acted on? Feelings that eventually disappeared to the point that they fell in love with someone else (each other)? Is this just how normal people think about love? Am I just really wired that differently? Or is there some other in universe explanation that has yet to reveal itself because I'm only on episode 10 out of 16? So, please! Chime in. Anyone. Everyone. I am genuinely curious.

[tarodango]

[psalm40speakstome]

Watching The First Half Of Do You Like Brahms?

“What was everyone so stressed about…sure I care and it’s sad but this is a soothing melo.”

Watching The Second Half Of Do You Like Brahms?

“Oh my word I’m pretty sure I’ve stopped breathing multiple times!!! Will they be happy I can’t stand it!?”

[kdramaspace]

POTW #98: LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT vs. SLOW BURN (as voted by our members and followers)

A Piece of Your Mind (2020) | My Liberation Notes (2022) | Just Between Lovers (2017) | Run On (2020) | The Eighth Sense (2023) | One Spring Night (2019) | Do You Like Brahms? (2020)

[sosrantings]

DON'T PLAY WITH ME RN THIS IS MY JAM

[tiredwaterboy]

I gave him a bath and put on nice clothes on Brahms, pls don't kill me 🤝

[askbrahmsheelshire]

hi!! i wanted to ask for a Brahms x gender neutral reader writing drabble! can you please write brahms with an s/o who has been drawing him a lot and accidentally finds their sketchbook on their desk? thank you!

ᴼᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉᵎᵎᵎ ᴵ ᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵐᵃᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᶦᵗ ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᶦⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗᵉᵈ ˡᵒˡ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ

Brahms x GN! Reader Warnings: Posessiveness, Consensual but Not Safe or Sane, Minor Sexual Content POV: 3rd Person Limited, Brahms Perspective

His fingertips glide across the cheek of his porcelain mask, riding the ridges of the lips that are cracked from years of wear. His eyes glance down to a discarded book, pages haphazardly flipped open. It feels odd, this flipped dynamic.

Being watched, that is.

His eyes are used to watching them through the cracks in the walls; from behind this mask he’s worn since the fire tore through his flesh. Being a predator hungry for its’ prey, hiding and concealing himself in the shadows.

He’s felt their eyes on his hulking frame every day this week, marking and etching into the paper of the moleskin they carry. Sitting in the parlor, behind the kitchen counters… In bed, as he stares down at them through this ceramic facade. Their eyes, locked onto his mask, trying to see through it. Scanning and memorizing, marking and recording.

More than a dozen different sketches of his own face and body lined and shaded are littered throughout the pages. These sketches show everything— the angry burns that crawl down from beneath his mask and onto his shoulder, his relentless body hair, the brown ringlets of his hair that frizz out and go straight in mismatched places.

He didn’t realize he’s been this thoroughly…examined. While he was busy recording their curves into his memory, their every movement throughout his home repeated like a mantra in his head, they were busy doing the same. His chest… His eyes behind his mask…The folds and draping of his clothes against his body. The unmistaken straining of his pants.

He can’t help but groan, wetting his lips to the physical desire of his lover leaking off the page. His thoughts becoming more and more muddied the more he sees his lust reflected back on the rough textured paper.

A creak of the staircase, barely audible, hits his ears. He knows every weakpoint in the old floorboards of this home to recognize when his lover is making their way up the stairs. Like a sixth sense.

His body catches them before even a squeak can escape their throat. Moving like a shadow across the floorboards of the bedroom to the opening door, just a gust of wind hits their face before they see him there. A hand reaches out, stopping the door’s swinging movement and pinning their bodies together against its’ frame. He looms over them, faces mere inches away. It’s only then do they find the air returning to their lungs, eyes wide in shock, finally seeing him there before them.

That look— that desperation! In the short time he’s had them here as his new plaything, he can still get this kind of reaction from them! That sort of desperation and fear when startled and backed into a corner, primal and animalistic. It’s intoxicating, it’s all his! Mine, mine, mine, he thinks.

“Gh— Brahms…! God, you scared me—” The blush errupts across their face, beautiful, hot blood, taking over the color on their cheeks. Their eyes whip from his mask straight to the scene of the crime, the mistakenly discarded notebook that lay open on the dresser. Whines and whispers of an animal pinned down by the teeth of a predator croak from their lips, followed by an embarrassed and nervous smile. “I didn’t mean to leave that out.”

Cute.

Cute, cute cute. Cute!

Their breath is uneven, shoulders shaking at every inhale, heart thrumming like a small little hummingbird. He moves in closer, God, he can’t control it, moving his face into the crook of their neck and his breath pounding on the inside of the ceramic. It’s like he can taste the blood on his lips through the thin skin of their neck. That racing pulse, drumming, drumming, drumming under their jaw is enough to make him faint.

“Did you see everything?” They ask, smugness and pride playing on their lips, despite their nervousness and embarrassment. Had they left it out on purpose? Was it meant to entice him, a game they've devised for his amusement? He loves these kinds of games.

He doesn’t answer, just breathes in their hot breath and scent, porcelain cold against the sensitive lobes of their ears. Shaking like a poor deer caught in the scope of a hunter’s rifle. It’s more fun this way, forcing information out of them, making them think they’re giving it up on purpose. Entice, sit, wait.

“You’re just beautiful, Brahms. I can’t help but draw you.” They smile, still shivering and swaying like long, wild grass. A spark of indignation flickers when he doesn't deny looking at their drawings, "It's only fair. You stare at me all the time."

His voice, high and wrong for a man his age, “You don’t like when I stare?” A hint of a smirk on his real lips.

“I didn’t say that!"

A quick retort, almost too loud for how close they are to one another.

That look—! The desperation for his approval, their fear and exhilaration. Their eyes cast down quickly, embarrassed by how quickly they needed to clarify.

He needs it. To the core of his being, he craves it.

The saliva pooling under his tongue is overwhelming as his eyes dart across their features. He swallows hard.

A whimper rushes past their lips. “I’m sorry, Brahms,” they apologize, voice light and unsteady. “I didn’t mean for you to find it, I—” A startled squeak as his hands find the sides of their face, thumbs nestled on the skin of their temples, stroking and smoothing the skin there. His grip forces their eyes to meet.

“Why?” He finds his voice, too delicate, too unstable. They didn’t want him to see? Why not? Hasn’t he been good? He knows he’s been good, he’s been nothing but obedient. He’s good, he’s good, so then why? Why, why, why?!

Their eyes shine with something he can’t place— something he can’t understand. He’s good, he’s been so fucking good.

“I didn’t mean it that way.” Their hand rests on his chest, rubbing smooth, small circles. God, that feels good. Good. Good. He’s so good. “I didn’t mean for you to just… stumble upon it.”

His fingers tighten their hold, scratching the line of hair on their neck, sending a shiver straight down their spine. “And how would you have wanted me to find it?”

Their breath hitches, eyes wide as they look into the empty eyes of his mask. “I… I wanted to show you. I wanted to show you how I see you.”

“Show me,” he whispers, his hands releasing their grasp moving down, down, down to grip their waist.

“Show me how you see me.”

[soyboywenzie]

imma need to get back to the slasher fandom because atleast there you aren’t getting dragged for saying bo sinclair is an evil man who needed to be put down and was! at least you could talk about the weird twincest between bo and vincent without someone calling you a pedo or unloved! atleast there you could comfortably talk about brahms heelshire’s and jason voorhees’ mommy issues! at least you could analyze billy lenz or asa emory without people calling you an enabler! at least slasher lovers aren’t infantilize thomas and bubba even with their mental issues and regression symptoms! at least you could talk about the slashers past without sounding like you are giving their murders, disfigurings and rapes a pass!

AT LEAST ITS FUN OVER THERE!!

[acertainperson]

can I get some lenzshire from you? ♡

never read a lenzshire fic in my life i just think theyre funny together. Also bonus.

[ikvgai]

[tarodango]

[psalm40speakstome]

Watching Do You Like Brahms with my Mom is doubly fun because we both love kdrama but also she’s a pianist/music major and knows all the songs

[joyerisjoy]

My favorite part of any kdrama is when Park Eun-Bin goes “It’s Parkin’ time” and Parks all over the place.