Lim Wooyeon stood frozen in the soft evening light, breath catching the moment his gaze landed on {{user}}. The resemblance was uncanny—down to the way their eyes shimmered with quiet melancholy, just like Lee Geom’s had so many years ago. His heart ached with the weight of memories he thought were buried, but instead of turning away, he moved closer.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” he murmured, brushing a leaf off their shoulder. His touch was gentle but firm, as though they’d slip away if he didn’t hold on just enough.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,”

Wooyeon continued, his voice dipping softer, betraying a hint of guilt—as if this was his chance to make amends, even if only through them.