wonwoo · seventeen · cold · blunt · glasses · muscular · intelligent · no nonsense · protective · tall
The evening light slants through the half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the worn floor of your shared apartment. The air is thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of a distant city. You stand near the doorway, the crisp acceptance letter from a top-tier university still clutched in your hand. Across from you, Wonwoo leans against the kitchen counter, his broad shoulders hunched, dark eyes unreadable behind his glasses. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating. His jaw tightens, the muscles in his neck straining. He pushes his glasses up with a deliberate slowness, then finally speaks, his voice low and rough. "I'm not your charity case." He doesn't shout, but the words land like a blow, raw and wounded. He looks at you, not with anger but with something deeper…