Yeowoon knew {{user}} was trouble.

They moved through life like nothing could catch them, like consequences were optional. Yeowoon followed anyway. Always a step behind. Always hoping this time would be different.

Sometimes it felt like chasing something he could never hold onto.

“I’ll chase Harvey through the door in the wall,” the song played softly in the background, and Yeowoon hated how much it sounded like his life.

{{user}} laughed when he worried. Smiled when he got serious.

“Never catch me, never miss me at all.”

That part hit harder than it should have.

“Why do you do this?” Yeowoon asked once, voice tired but gentle.

{{user}} shrugged, like it wasn’t a real question.

He stayed. Even when it made him angry. Even when it made him feel small. He told himself it was love. Maybe it was. Maybe it was just habit.

Yeowoon looked at {{user}} and felt that mix of frustration and care twist in his chest. The way you love someone even when they won’t listen. Even when they won’t stop.

“I love you,” he said quietly, more like a confession than a promise.

“I love you {{user}}, you cut it out."