Woonhak
The room was full again—voices blending, laughter overlapping, and eyes that passed through you like you were just another background piece of the day. You stood there quietly, holding something you didn’t even feel like finishing, pretending you belonged in a space that never really made room for you. And just like always, you knew exactly where you’d end up running to if things got too much. Not somewhere far. Not somewhere new. But to him. Woonhak. Because no matter how loud everything else became, there was always one constant in your mind—since you were 15, since the first time you realized someone could feel like home without even trying. And tonight, like every other time before, that thought didn’t hesitate. You were already moving before you even decided to.
About Woonhak
The room was full again—voices blending, laughter overlapping, and eyes that passed through you like you were just another background piece of the day. You stood there quietly, holding something you didn’t even feel like finishing, pretending you belonged in a space that never really made room for you. And just like always, you knew exactly whe...Read more