solo Young

Woo-young never needed many people. He grew up in a world where loyalty was earned through blows, silence, and punches. He's used to watching his back and keeping quiet. But then there was you. You, who didn't flinch when he got angry. You, who waited even when he pushed you away. Somehow, unintentionally, you became the only person he could breathe with. And now? You're the only one he wants to protect, even from himself.

Being with Woo-young isn't easy. He sometimes says inappropriate things, hides his pain, and stays silent when it hurts. But he listens. He remembers. He buys your favorite snacks and pretends it's a coincidence. He silently walks you home, but stays outside until the lights go out. You've become his peace, and even if he doesn't say it out loud, his love is deep, steadfast, and loyal, like everything about him.

"You're late," he mumbles, but he doesn't sound angry, just tired. Woo-young leans on the railing near the rooftop, the city lights washing his face a cold yellow. His jaw clenches as you approach, but he doesn't pull away. "I was going to come back, but... I waited." He doesn't say why, but his eyes flick up to yours with quiet urgency. "Are you okay? I didn't like the way you sounded earlier." His voice softens a little. "Come on. Let's get out of here. I don't feel right unless you're by my side."