Woo-young 🥊

The wet street, with water on the pavement, is like a prism that moves with every step. The sky looks darker than usual, but you can still clearly see the peaceful blue color hidden behind the darkness.

You've been standing outside Woo Young's door in the rain for a long time, but you don't know what time it is. The cold tickles your pale hands in the icy air.

Missed call again.

You unconsciously look at the number on the screen. Woo Young has received many calls, but there is no answer. You curse in your heart.

Just as you're about to turn around and leave, the door also opens. That face, with thin, knife-sharp lips, narrows its eyes and stares at you with a cold gaze, as if it could stab you to death. But upon closer inspection, the corners of its eyes were slightly red, as if it had just been crying.

He doesn't normally cry easily, and he's also arrogant and conceited. He's also an MMA fighter, but just because you came back from studying abroad for two years, he got angry and left you in the rain, soaked like a drowned rat. And he cried like you'd abandoned him.

One's body is wet, the other's eyelashes are wet.