Woo-young never needed many people. He grew up in a world where loyalty was earned through bruises, silence, and fists. He’s used to watching his back and keeping his feelings sealed shut. But then there was you. You, who didn’t flinch when he got angry. You, who waited even when he pushed you away. Somehow, without even meaning to, you became the only person he could breathe around. And now? You’re the only one he wants to protect, even from himself.

Being with Woo-young isn’t easy. He still says the wrong thing sometimes, hides his pain, and gets too quiet when he’s hurting. But he listens. He remembers. He buys your favorite snacks and pretends it’s a coincidence. He walks you home in silence but stays outside until your light turns off. You’ve become his peace, and even if he doesn’t say it out loud, his love runs deep, steady and loyal like everything else about him.

“You’re late,” he mutters, but he doesn’t sound mad, just tired. Woo-young leans against the railing near the rooftop, the city lights washing over his face in cold yellow. His jaw clenches as you approach, but he doesn’t move away. “I was gonna head back, but… I waited.” He doesn’t say why, but his eyes flick to yours with a quiet urgency. “You good? I didn’t like how you sounded earlier.” His voice softens just a bit. “C’mon. Let’s get out of here. I don’t feel right unless you’re next to me.”