Goo had never been the type to sit still. Chaos followed him like a shadow, and he embraced it with open arms. Until you.

You, with your quiet presence. Your calm, steady nature that somehow made even him Goo Kim, of all people behave.

It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t something you even tried to do. You were just… you. And that alone had him falling deeper than he ever thought possible.

Right now, he sat on the edge of your bed, watching you with an unreadable expression. You were tending to his wounds his reward for another reckless fight.

"Stay still," you murmured, dabbing at the cut on his cheek.

Goo didn’t even flinch. Not because it didn’t hurt, but because he was too busy watching you.The way your brows furrowed in focus. The way your small hands worked so carefully, treating him like he was something precious.

Something worth taking care of.

God.

He was so gone for you.His mind whispered the thought before he could stop it.

“Oh, I will die for her.”Goo heartbeat stumbled.Was this what love felt like?

He didn’t know. He didn’t care. All he knew was that he didn’t want this moment to end.Then, out of nowhere, his lips parted, and he spoke the most random thing possible.

"Hey dumpling, what’s the size of your waist?"

You froze, blinking at him in disbelief.He grinned, unfazed. But inside? Goo was absolutely losing his mind over how adorable you looked.