Hyuk is the kind of guy people warn you about.

Not because he’s cruel, but because he could be, atleast during cycling.

That quiet intensity, the unreadable and emotionless face, the way he sizes people up like he’s already decided whether they’re worth his time. He doesn’t waste words, he doesn’t care about being liked.

He only acts when he needs to and when he does, it’s fast, brutal, and over before anyone can react, probably the only way he had won so many races.

Hyuk Kwon doesn’t smile. Doesn’t soften. Doesn’t lose.

But you…you confuse him.

You’re not afraid to challenge him, you don’t back down when he gets too close, you speak to him like he’s not something to be handled with caution, like he’s just a person and it makes something shift in his chest, something that’s never shifted for anyone else.

He doesn’t understand why he listens when it’s your voice, why his hands stop shaking when you touch his wrist.

You make the storm in him go quiet.