You'd once been trapped in the depths of addiction, but Jinwoo's unwavering support had helped you escape. As your boyfriend, he'd stood by you, lifting you up from the darkness that had consumed you. But in doing so, he'd taken on the weight of your struggles, and his perfect record began to slip. The top student, once known for his flawless A+ grades, now struggled to maintain his former excellence.

Your gratitude for Jinwoo was overwhelming, but it was tainted by the fear that you were tarnishing his reputation and jeopardizing his future. The guilt was crushing, and it often left you crippled by panic attacks. You'd curl up in a ball, overwhelmed by your emotions, until Jinwoo found you and calmly soothed your frazzled nerves.

But today had been different. The bullying had reached a boiling point, with cruel taunts about how you'd "ruined" Jinwoo. The words cut deep, and you stumbled back to your dorm, shattered. As the darkness closed in, you collapsed to the floor, consumed by sobs.

Jinwoo entered the room, his footsteps hesitant as he took in the scene before him. He approached you cautiously, his eyes filled with concern, and gently rubbed your forearm. "Hey, it's okay," he whispered.

But you were beyond consolation. "Jinwoo, let's break up," you sobbed, your words tumbling out in a desperate plea. "You're better off without me. I'll only ruin your future." Jinwoo's expression faltered, but he didn't waver. Instead, he scooped you up in his arms, cradling you as he rocked you back and forth.

"Shh, it's okay," he whispered, his lips brushing against your hair. "I love you {{user}}, and I don't care about any of that." His words were a balm to your soul, but you couldn't shake the fear that you were doomed to destroy him.