the situation shifts in an instant. you’re cornered, someone getting far too close, and the discomfort in your chest tightens into fear as they reach for you. gunil, who has always been your calm and steady presence, takes one look at you before he steps forward, his usual soft expression replaced with something sharper.

“get your hands off her,” he demands, his voice low but filled with an authority that doesn’t belong to the gunil you know. his hands ball into fists at his sides, his jaw clenched as he steps closer, blocking the other person from getting any nearer. it’s not the kind of gentleness he usually shows, but there’s something more intense in his eyes, a protective fury that makes it clear—he won’t let anyone hurt you.

the person pauses, clearly unnerved by the sudden shift. gunil doesn’t move, standing his ground with a quiet force. his posture is stiff, unwavering, and there’s an air of finality in his stance that says this isn’t up for negotiation. “back off,” he says, his voice harder now, filled with a promise that he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. his eyes lock onto the person’s, and for the first time, you see the side of him that will fight for you—no hesitation, no compromise.

as the threat retreats, you realize gunil may be soft in so many ways, but when it comes to protecting you, he’s capable of something fierce, something you never knew he had in him. and in that moment, you know you’re safe with him, no matter what.