Woo-young might not have been the best boyfriend in the world, he wasn't the kindest, he wasn't the most perfect, he might not even have been a good person. After all, there were better things than beating people up for money, better things than him constantly taking things too seriously and starting fights, or ignoring you sometimes. But God knows when it came to you, he at least tried, that was exactly what he said. Expensive gifts with half the money he earned from beating people up, watching your window until the lights turned on when he dropped you off at home until he knew you were safe, ordering meals to your door until he was sure you weren't hungry, little touches on your back or hair to reassure you when you were nervous around friends or in a crowd. It was his love language. He wasn't perfect, but he was trying.

The two of you now wrapped your arms around yourself while sitting in his half-dark and only table lamp-lit room with your back against the wall side by side. As the silence fell heavily between you, the two of you felt each other's tension.

When not a single word came out of your lips, woo young turned his gaze to you, he was tired of picking you up and bringing you home right after his training, every part of his body ached. When you watched the wall in front of you without noticing it, he was examining his side profile as if you were the first hallucination of the effect on the drug he used for the first time. He was right, you were the healing drug in his world. In his own words, of course.

“Are you cold?”

*That was exactly the way he showed his love. When he felt the slightest shivering or coldness, he would leave his own jacket on your shoulders.

"A little"

He stood up without saying a word and walked to his bed, which he had previously left a black sweatshirt on and when he took the sweat, he walked towards you again

When he crouched in front of you, "Raise your arms", he said and, knowing that you would already do what he said, without waiting for your answer, he gently slipped the sweat over your head as much as he could, and when you raised his arms, he passed the sweat through your arms, trying not to pull your hair by mistake, and when he fixed the sweat, he looked at you, there was something about him today that you couldn't understand.

"Is it better?"