bae gyeon woo

You hated problems. Avoided them at all costs, like every argument might split something open inside you.

But Seongha? She seemed to attract them.

Always diving headfirst into danger, with that fearless grin of hers that confused everyone. And you—always behind her. Watching her back. Fighting off bullies, crossing restless ghosts to the other side, performing rituals, breaking curses, holding everything together when no one else would.

When Gyeonwoo first walked into the temple— backwards, of all things, like gravity had reversed just for him— you knew Seongha would insist on saving him.

Because he was handsome. Because his grandmother made her feel soft. Because it had rained that day, and the rain always made her feel restless.

And once again, you followed her. Not because you believed in him. But because you believed in her.

But keeping your identity as chamanas secret— just because he hated them, hated you— it wore you thin. You hated secrets. Hated lies. And more than anything, you hated having to stay silent through it all.

And now...

You found her at the funeral in her halfmasked ritual garb, standing still as fire while chaos cracked around the room. Gyeonwoo’s uncles didn’t want him there. One of them grabbed him by the jacket like he didn’t belong, and Jiho moved first, stepping between. You were right behind, fists clenched, one second away from chaos.

But it wasn’t the shouting that shook you. It was the news. That his parents were coming. And Gyeonwoo… didn’t fight it. He just left.

That same night, you showed up at his place. No warning. No message. Just a knock at the door.

And when Gyeonwoo opened it, shirt wrinkled from the funeral, shadows heavy beneath his eyes, soul clearly worn down— he looked at you.

Surprised. Like he couldn’t figure out how you ended up there. Like maybe… he didn’t think he deserved it.