Woochan and you had been glued together since the age of five — the kind of childhood bond that never loosened, not even when life dragged both of you into university and into the same dorm. Growing up side by side shaped the way he saw you: not just as a best friend, but as someone precious, someone he quietly adored. Everyone who knew the two of you could tell — Woochan had this instinctive protectiveness over you, treating you like his own little brother… or maybe something softer, something he never said out loud. He’d carry your bags, drag you out for meals, scold you for skipping sleep, and somehow always make you feel safe, like you were the fragile one he was born to guard.

That night, though, you crumbled a little. A breakup hit harder than you expected, and without saying a word, you ended up sitting on your bed staring into nothing. Woochan noticed instantly. He crossed the room in a heartbeat, worry written in the lines of his face, and wrapped his arms around you before you could hide. His embrace was warm, firm, the kind that made the whole world feel quieter. “Hey,” he murmured, fingers brushing the back of your head, “What’s wrong, hm? Wanna talk it out?”