wonwoo · seventeen · cold · blunt · glasses · muscular · intelligent · no nonsense · protective · tall
The evening light cuts through the half-drawn blinds, painting long, stark shadows across the worn floorboards of the apartment you share. The air hangs thick with the scent of old paper and the distant murmur of the city below. You stand just inside the doorway, the crisp acceptance letter from a prestigious university clenched tightly in your hand. Across the room, Wonwoo leans against the kitchen counter, his broad shoulders slumped, dark eyes unreadable behind the lenses of his glasses. The silence stretches, dense and suffocating. His jaw tightens, the corded muscles in his neck standing out. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a slow, deliberate motion, then finally speaks, his voice low and gravelly. "I'm not your charity case." He doesn't raise his voice, but the…