“What does ukiyo mean?”
Jimin’s eyes widen a little in surprise.
It’s somewhat familiar to when they had this same conversation: both sitting at a restaurant, one in front of the other. And yet, it couldn’t be more different.
Jimin takes a deep breath and he leans back in his chair, the sun begins to slowly set behind him.
“There’s so much to that question,” he says. “The word means “floating word”. But it’s a homophone with the Japanese term for sorrowful world. And in Japanese Buddhism, the sorrowful world is shorthand for the endless-the endless cycle of rebirth, life, suffering, death and, again, rebirth. Then there’s art. You know, the woodblock prints.” Jimin pauses and he stares at the wooden table for a few moments, fingers stroking the side of the bowl mindlessly. “Then, during the Tokugawa Period, the word began to be used to describe something more specific, the-the kind of meaningless, pleasure-seeking lifestyle of brothels and red light districts. Especially in the center of Edo , in the Yoshiwara district, it was the licensed red district. But it was more than that. It was a closed society, almost. A floating one, that could only exist within the walls of those districts, amongst the brothels and tea houses, that served as job for some and escape for others and— I don’t know. I don’t know why I thought of Seoul as something similar. They’re so different, couldn’t be more different, but—” Something pained and miserable flashes in his eyes just for one moment. “God, when I was brought there and realized that I couldn’t leave the city, it felt like I was living in a fleeting, ephemeral, floating world. Something that would just-just pop like a bubble one day. Something that, at some point, would have disappeared and be forgotten by most. Just like a dead word, only few would have remembered it.” Jimin’s mouth curls into a small, bitter smile. “Because I find comfort in dead words. And so telling me that my situation in that city was just something fleeting brought me comfort."
What a ride this book has been wow i am speechless.
The fic is about Yoongi, heart of Seoul, ruling an empire left by his dad, little did he know his dad also left him an enemy to deal with.
Enter Jimin, a succubus that signifies the start of a war for Yoongi. A war in his empire and a war in his heart.
The writing style was absolutely beautiful, the descriptions were succulent but my favourite by far were the dialogues. Considering this book is crime slash mystery, the characters could surely be hilarious in the middle of chaos. That made me love the characters way more than I should considering I could trust no one and I was so sure everyone was capable of betrayal! But they were lovable.
This book contains several plot twists which I guessed one of them but the rest left me hanging by a thread like what the fuck. The scenes were really smart the author did a great job for sure.
The reason why I didn't give it 5 stars is because at some point I felt like some bits of the story were fillers, I lost interest in one part of the book and I thought of quitting reading it then because I thought it needed more action and it wasn't happening. But I'm glad I pushed through because the ending had me biting my nails.
All in all, a recommended read this should be published as an actual book.
4.5 stars