Wednesday nights have always followed the same script for you.

Doubt. Confession. Guilt. Repent. Repeat.

You’d whisper your questions to Wooyoung between classes or late at night, voice low like you were afraid God might overhear—about belief, about fear, about how none of it ever really stuck. Wooyoung would listen, leaning back in his chair or lying on the floor beside you, never judging, never correcting. And then the next week, you’d be gone again. Church trips. Retreats. Forced faith stitched back together like nothing ever broke.

That’s how it’s always been.

Except for the past few months.

The church van stopped picking you up. Your Wednesdays turned into closed curtains and phone screens glowing in the dark, hours spent rotting in bed, staring at the ceiling like it might give you answers it never has. Wooyoung noticed the pattern shift immediately—noticed how you stopped saying “I can’t, I have church” and started saying nothing at all.

Tonight is different.

Tonight, you didn’t stay in bed.

Wooyoung’s room is dim, lit only by his desk lamp and the faint glow from his window. He’s sprawled against the headboard, hoodie hanging loose on his frame, fabric draping where it used to cling. Up close, the change is impossible to miss—collarbones more pronounced, wrists slimmer, the kind of thin people praise instead of question.

His phone buzzes beside him. Group chats. Teammates. People who like him loudly, easily. People who accept him without argument when he shrugs and says he doesn’t believe in anything. No pressure. No consequences. He flips the phone over without checking it.

You sit beside him, knees drawn in, sleeves pulled over your hands. This isn’t an accident. This isn’t exhaustion or avoidance or another night lost to your mattress. You chose this. You chose him. You chose not to go.

Wooyoung glances at the clock, then at you. His gaze lingers—curious, careful. Like he knows this is something fragile.

A small smile curves at his lips, soft and teasing, but quieter than usual.

“…Guess God finally gave you the night off?”