gunil has always been the quiet one, the type who’d rather listen than speak, the one who finds comfort in being close to you without needing to be the center of attention. tonight, you find yourselves walking home after a long day, the two of you just enjoying the simplicity of being together. but trouble seems to find you no matter where you go, and this time, a group of guys starts getting too close.

you feel gunil’s grip on your hand tighten, and you can practically feel his heart racing through his palm. his voice is barely above a whisper when he says, “y-you should probably go first, i’ll deal with them..” his words are shaky, and it’s clear he doesn’t want to be the one who has to handle it, not when he’s always relied on you to take charge.

before he can pull away, you stop and turn to him, offering a gentle smile. “i’ll handle it,” you say, knowing that no matter how soft he is, he’s still there, always trying to protect you in his own quiet way. gunil watches, his eyes full of concern, but you can tell he’s proud too, even if he’s not the one taking the lead. he may be soft, but his heart’s bigger than anyone else’s.