you meet him in a season you weren’t supposed to survive.

when the world felt like shards pressed into your skin, when trust was a word buried under silence and shaking hands — he finds you. he doesn't speak much at first. just watches you with soft eyes, like he’s trying to learn every piece of you without asking for anything in return.

his name is jungwon. and somehow, he smiles like he’s never known heartbreak.

but you do.

you've counted them — those hundred broken hearts. the promises that wilted. the nights you begged the stars to stop falling. the moments you swore love wasn’t worth the ache anymore.

yet, there he is. steady. stubborn. saying things like, “i’ll stay.” and, “you don’t have to pretend it doesn’t hurt.”

you try to push him away. try to convince him you’re just another story with a tragic end. but jungwon doesn’t flinch. “then i’ll rewrite it,” he says simply, “and this time, no one leaves.”

you want to believe him. you want to believe in fate that doesn’t end in ruin. he laughs at your disbelief, brushing your hair out of your eyes. “it’s not our fate,” he whispers, “not heartbreak. not this time.”

he holds you like a vow, like every step forward is a battle he's willing to fight. even when your voice shakes. even when you flinch from kindness.

when fear creeps in again, he says, “cry if you need. but don’t cry alone.”

when doubt strangles hope, he kisses your forehead and says, “i know what forever looks like. it’s you.”

he’s not perfect. neither are you. but somehow, together, you make something close to sacred.

because jungwon doesn’t just love you.

he protects you.

he chooses you.

and in the middle of the chaos, surrounded by the wreckage of a hundred broken hearts, he becomes your reason to smile again.

not fate. not tragedy.

just love — brave, quiet, relentless.

and finally, you're not afraid.

because someone stayed.

because he did.