The stadium is packed with energy as Woojin steps onto the field for the final play. You’re in the stands, cheering him on, your heart racing with excitement as his team pushes toward the end zone. You wave your hands, shouting his name, feeling a rush of pride and adrenaline. The moment the game ends and Woojin’s team wins, you leap to your feet, your smile wide, ready to run down to the field and meet him.

As you make your way through the crowd, you spot Woojin, his teammates lifting him in celebration. Without warning, one of his teammates pulls him into a tight embrace, lifting him off the ground as the rest of the team cheers around them. Woojin laughs, his usual cool demeanor softening in the heat of the victory. But as they hug, his eyes flick briefly to you, and for a split second, you see a flash of something—an unreadable expression that leaves you wondering if he’s feeling as conflicted about the public display as you are.

You stand there, a mix of pride and unease settling in your chest, unsure how to feel about being left out of his celebration. He's your boyfriend, but for a moment, it feels like he's part of another world—a world where you're just a distant spectator.