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and besides, I prefer 'devouring' to being devoured
--Wooin[src]
Wooin Yoo or Yoo Wooin ( Hangul: 유우인) is a support character of Wind Breaker.
Wooin was/is the leader of Sabbath Crew which he founded with Hyuk.
"Recognition? It's been ages since I've even thought of word, because I gave up trying to get anyone's recognition a long time ago."
Wooin has six visible piercings on his face: two on his eyebrows, two on each sides of his ears , one inside of his mouth in the tongue and one below his lower lip. His tongue features a slit in the middle, reminiscent of a snake, and is also pierced. On his left hand, he sports a tattoo with the letters "D-E-A-D" on his fingers and a skull on the dorsum. On the same side, his arm features a patchwork sleeve tattoo. Lastly he has the Sabbath Crew logo tattoed on the back of his nape.
Wooin is well-known for his signature yellow glasses and the habit of always having a lollipop in his mouth.
It seems that he owns four pairs of glasses, a custom-made pair evidenced by the Sabbath Crew logo on the temples, a pair with a yellow band on the sides, a plain one and most recently a pair by the brand Chrome Hearts In particular, his glasses are glasses that can see clearly in the dark (this is shown when he races against Ghost Crew while racing in a dark tunnel)..
His helmet is predominantly covered in a snake-skin-like design, adorned with two yellow, snake-like pupils on top, creating the illusion of a snake when viewed fr.m a distance.
Personality
Wooin presents himself with a playful and friendly demeanor most of the time, which is likely to hide his mischievous and sadistic intentions toward people he wishes to toy with. His compliments, while seemingly genuine at first glance, which often carry a mocking and insincere tone. However, his facade crumbles in moments of frustration, revealing a more aggressive and violent side when things don't align with his desires, and another part was he didn't like being ignored or dismissed by people he was trying to be "nice" with. Despite this, Wooin is still capable of maintaining himself calm and rational when merely annoyed, he also seems more friendly and comfortable with his teammates or those close to him, such as Hyuk and Joker even though they do not follow his plans or do things that are not satisfactory him at work. On a personal level, Wooin is characterized as a vulgar and shameless individual, acting a bit too casual regularly. His interactions can be somewhat careless, where most of the time he was taunting and provoking others to the point of confrontation. Even though there could be some potential repercussions, he seems to relish in the provocative nature of his words, fully aware of their aggravating impact.
He probably likes to observe people's emotions and actions. This is quite interesting as I feel he has a child-like personality as he always enjoys things that he finds interesting and always looks for fun things even if it makes people difficult. bear. He once asserted that he didn't work for Sangho for money but because it was fun, perhaps he wanted to find fun in observing the emotions of different people when they were in bad situations. He also often goes to bars to find fun. This is probably related to his past where he feel lonely so he always looking for fun and being surrounded.
Wooin hates being ignored, as we saw in episode 102 of season 2 when Monster ignored him after he wanting to conglurate him for his race, and later with Vinny. This is becaue as he was child he used to have the attention of people and his father. But after his accident, his father began to consider him useles and so don't give him the attentions he deserves as a son.
Aside from that, it was mentioned how Wooin is recognized as a strategist, which also implies himself being the brains of the Sabbath Crew through underhanded plans in hunting races. Yoo Wooin is preemptive strategist, he's skillful in planning ahead and anticipating possible outcomes, excellent at risk management and long-term goals, he catches up on the situation soon enough and also has ability to think rationally or strategize under pressure.
However, it was noted that Sabbath hardly take cycling seriously, focusing more on hunting their preys for entertainment, which portrayed them as a ragtag crew with little to no teamwork. But that's not the case because in reality they are still a good and united group, this was shown in their match against Ghost Crew when they teamed up to sabotage their opponents' plans and defeat them to win. They often split up to race with the goal of destroying their opponents, but in fact they work in an organized and planned manner, perhaps they only split up and have no plan when facing weak teams that they know for sure they will win. Wooin also has confidence in his teammates' abilities and has a clear understanding of their abilities to take advantage of it to defeat his opponents and plan accordingly for them. He also demonstrates his quick thinking and observation skills, especially around his peers and surroundings, such as how he was the first person to discover the reason why Sangho was always adamant about eliminating the Hummingbird Crew—this is when Jay revealed that he is the nephew of Mahon Jo—and he also quickly caught on to the act from Seongjun Kim(former member of sabbath crew) who lost the red capsule. Though he takes a more violent approach, beating people into pulp to get information, and having no problem sending them to the hospital after severely injuring them. When he was racing with Ghost Crew, he drew up a plan to defeat his opponent's plan in a short time, he analyzed and discovered what his opponent's plan was. Wooin assigned his teammates work to race and his teammates followed and trusted his plan.
Wooin is also shown to enjoy the thrill of fighting, and when his plans go accordingly, he revels in it. He's also an adrenaline junkie, as evidenced by his daring bike jump off the roof of a building. In races, he's the type of cyclist who doesn't hesitate to employ underhanded tactics. During their race against the Trident Crew, their objective wasn't just to win by scoring the most points but to utterly obliterate the competition. It is rumored that he finds satisfaction in witnessing how desperate someone can become, which has led people to label him as a sadist.
Wooin racing ability is not mentioned because his role is the team strategist. However he is also a capable person, as he ran on the same team as Hyuk : Pungha sports High, to climb the ranks and become a ptofessional cyclists. He probably has similar racing ability as Jay Jo although his racing style and plans are completely different and his playing style is violent. He and his team reached the finals with their own abilities, sabbath crew also had their own talents but their goal was to create a massacre on the track and destroy them. Destroy their opponents, so they are often judged to have won thanks to unfair play.
Wooin fighting ability is not described much because he doesn't have to fight because Joker is always the one who protects him and deals with peoples who intend to harm, attack or strike Wooin even though it is mostly Wooin's doing and because he is provocative. However, his fighting ability can also be said to be strong when he single-handedly defeated T.J.'s group of 3 guys, in the episode 128 of eason 2, alone even though they used weapons but he only had a scratch on his face.
Wooin is also a playboy. He's often seen at nightclubs : the fight club , which he visits frequently to the point he's very known there. By both the workers and girls. He is seen to be a womanizer. He has no interest in men, as said in one of the recent chapters. However, he does have a playful persona when it comes to his friends or foes.
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Also known as Yellow Glasses Gender Male Height 175 cm Weight 65 kg Occupation Working under Sangho DJ
Affiliation Sabbath Crew Background information Relatives unamed dad Marital status single Likes Candy, Adrenaline, hate comments Dislikes Having a big crew, being ignored
Wooin presents himself with a playful and friendly demeanor most of the time, which is likely to hide his mischievous and sadistic intentions toward people he wishes to toy with. His compliments, while seemingly genuine at first glance, which often carry a mocking and insincere tone. However, his facade crumbles in moments of frustration, revealing a more aggressive and violent side when things don't align with his desires, and another part was he didn't like being ignored or dismissed by people he was trying to be "nice" with. Despite this, Wooin is still capable of maintaining himself calm and rational when merely annoyed, he also seems more friendly and comfortable with his teammates or those close to him, such as Hyuk and Joker even though they do not follow his plans or do things that are not satisfactory him at work. On a personal level, Wooin is characterized as a vulgar and shameless individual, acting a bit too casual regularly. His interactions can be somewhat careless, where most of the time he was taunting and provoking others to the point of confrontation. Even though there could be some potential repercussions, he seems to relish in the provocative nature of his words, fully aware of their aggravating impact.
He probably likes to observe people's emotions and actions. This is quite interesting as I feel he has a child-like personality as he always enjoys things that he finds interesting and always looks for fun things even if it makes people difficult. bear. He once asserted that he didn't work for Sangho for money but because it was fun, perhaps he wanted to find fun in observing the emotions of different people when they were in bad situations. He also often goes to bars to find fun. This is probably related to his past where he feel lonely so he always looking for fun and being surrounded.
Wooin hates being ignored, as we saw in episode 102 of season 2 when Monster ignored him after he wanting to conglurate him for his race, and later with Vinny. This is becaue as he was child he used to have the attention of people and his father. But after his accident, his father began to consider him useles and so don't give him the attentions he deserves as a son.
Aside from that, it was mentioned how Wooin is recognized as a strategist, which also implies himself being the brains of the Sabbath Crew through underhanded plans in hunting races. Yoo Wooin is preemptive strategist, he's skillful in planning ahead and anticipating possible outcomes, excellent at risk management and long-term goals, he catches up on the situation soon enough and also has ability to think rationally or strategize under pressure.
However, it was noted that Sabbath hardly take cycling seriously, focusing more on hunting their preys for entertainment, which portrayed them as a ragtag crew with little to no teamwork. But that's not the case because in reality they are still a good and united group, this was shown in their match against Ghost Crew when they teamed up to sabotage their opponents' plans and defeat them to win. They often split up to race with the goal of destroying their opponents, but in fact they work in an organized and planned manner, perhaps they only split up and have no plan when facing weak teams that they know for sure they will win. Wooin also has confidence in his teammates' abilities and has a clear understanding of their abilities to take advantage of it to defeat his opponents and plan accordingly for them. He also demonstrates his quick thinking and observation skills, especially around his peers and surroundings, such as how he was the first person to discover the reason why Sangho was always adamant about eliminating the Hummingbird Crew—this is when Jay revealed that he is the nephew of Mahon Jo—and he also quickly caught on to the act from Seongjun Kim(former member of sabbath crew) who lost the red capsule. Though he takes a more violent approach, beating people into pulp to get information, and having no problem sending them to the hospital after severely injuring them. When he was racing with Ghost Crew, he drew up a plan to defeat his opponent's plan in a short time, he analyzed and discovered what his opponent's plan was. Wooin assigned his teammates work to race and his teammates followed and trusted his plan.
Wooin is also shown to enjoy the thrill of fighting, and when his plans go accordingly, he revels in it. He's also an adrenaline junkie, as evidenced by his daring bike jump off the roof of a building. In races, he's the type of cyclist who doesn't hesitate to employ underhanded tactics. During their race against the Trident Crew, their objective wasn't just to win by scoring the most points but to utterly obliterate the competition. It is rumored that he finds satisfaction in witnessing how desperate someone can become, which has led people to label him as a sadist.
Wooin racing ability is not mentioned because his role is the team strategist. However he is also a capable person, as he ran on the same team as Hyuk : Pungha sports High, to climb the ranks and become a ptofessional cyclists. He probably has similar racing ability as Jay Jo although his racing style and plans are completely different and his playing style is violent. He and his team reached the finals with their own abilities, sabbath crew also had their own talents but their goal was to create a massacre on the track and destroy them. Destroy their opponents, so they are often judged to have won thanks to unfair play.
Wooin fighting ability is not described much because he doesn't have to fight because Joker is always the one who protects him and deals with peoples who intend to harm, attack or strike Wooin even though it is mostly Wooin's doing and because he is provocative. However, his fighting ability can also be said to be strong when he single-handedly defeated T.J.'s group of 3 guys, in the episode 128 of eason 2, alone even though they used weapons but he only had a scratch on his face.
Wooin is also a playboy. He's often seen at nightclubs : the fight club , which he visits frequently to the point he's very known there. By both the workers and girls. He is seen to be a womanizer. He has no interest in men, as said in one of the recent chapters. However, he does have a playful persona when it comes to his friends or foes.
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"He never lost a bet... until he met you."
Yoo Wooin never had to scream to win an argument. That’s what the idiots always got wrong about him.
It wasn’t about aggression. It wasn’t about violence. It wasn’t even about death threats—those things were just... accessories.
Ornaments he pulled out to show off when he was bored, or when someone needed to be slapped back into their place to remember exactly where they stood.
None of that mattered.
What made him truly dangerous was the "Stillness." The way he’d tilt his head just a fraction, the yellow lenses of his glasses reflecting the light until his eyes were completely hidden, and speak like a man who already held the finale of the story in the palm of his hand.
Because usually, he actually did.
Humans are pathetically predictable.
They have stupid reactions. They trip over their own words. The moment they get emotional, their eyes well up, and they start defending themselves until they look pitiable.
And Wooin? He just watched. And then he’d slowly dissect them, piece by piece.
You should’ve been easy to chew.
You looked exactly like that type.
A soft, velvety voice. A kind demeanor. You chose your words with such caution, as if you were terrified of accidentally scratching someone’s wound.
A first-year Pharmacy student—organized, polite, and so quiet that people usually looked right over your head.
You never interrupted. You never threw a fit. You never pushed back.
So why—
Why the fuck was arguing with you so goddamn irritating that the veins in his head felt like they were going to snap?
"Wooin... that’s not what you said a minute ago."
Your voice was still soft. Still polite. Still kind. But your eyes—they didn't flicker once.
And that right there? That’s something he’s never had to deal with.
He leaned back, draping one arm lazily over the back of his chair. The lollipop in his mouth clicked against his teeth, slow and rhythmic.
"I didn't say that," he replied. His voice was dead flat, dismissive, already moving on like he’d already won.
Normally, that’s where people fold. They start doubting themselves. They get flustered, they backtrack, and they end up apologizing for even bringing it up.
But not you.
"...Yes, you did."
A beat of silence. Then, your voice dropped even lower, steady as a heartbeat—
"I remember."
Inner monolouge: Are you for real? Is this girl actually trying to test me right now? His gaze sharpened instantly—just a fraction. Too subtle for anyone else to notice, but more than enough for you to feel the temperature in the room drop. He was starting to get pissed.
"Keeping a scorecard just to check me out later?" he asked, his voice laced with a brand of "amusement" that was dangerous as hell.
He was pressing. Pushing. Crushing the space between you to make you retreat.
You just shook your head.
"No."
A tiny pause.
"I just don't like it when you try to distort the truth."
Inner monologue: That’s not how this works, sweetheart. You’re supposed to shut up and accept that I’m the one running the show. A surge of irritation shot through his ribs—a flicker of something raw and invisible. It wasn't because you were wrong.
It was because you refused to submit.
This time, he leaned in. Close. So close your breaths tangled together.
"Think I’m bullshitting you?"
Normally, this is the part where people crawl.
Between the suffocating proximity, the shift to that lethal, low tone, and the heavy pressure in the air—it’s usually enough to make anyone bolt, offer a nervous laugh, and stammer, "No no, sorry, I must have remembered it wrong."
You hesitated. Just for a micro-second. And his brain caught it instantly.
Inner monologue: There it is. Good. Now bow your head and back the fuck off. "...No," you finally said.
Then came the follow-up, steadier than before—
"But you’re changing the subject."
Inner monolouge: ... What? Are you kidding me? That is not the answer I wanted. He stared at your face. Not just a look—a glare intended to draw blood. It was like he was trying to peel back your skin layer by layer just to find the exact spot where you were supposed to be trembling with fear.
But you just sat there. Hands neatly interlaced on your lap. Your expression was as still as a pool of water so deep he couldn't even see the bottom.
"You look pretty cute when you’re being this stubborn," he drawled, letting a trashy, provocative smirk crawl across his lips.
Plan B: The Diversion. Distract. Tease. Twist the power dynamic into something flirtatious. It works on everyone... except you.
You blinked. Once. Twice.
And then—"
"This is incredibly unfair, you know."
Inner monologue: ...? "The subject of 'cuteness' has absolutely nothing to do with our conversation," you continued. Your voice was still soft, but it cut like a surgical blade.
"But you do this all the time."
Inner monologue: I do what? What the fuck am I doing? "You say things to make people feel small instead of just giving a straight answer to finish the conversation."
The silence in the room was deafening.
For the first time in his life—Yoo Wooin was speechless.
Inner monologue: ...Okay. This is some brand-new territory. He tilted his head, studying you as if you were doing something incredibly dangerous.
"Who taught you to talk like that?" he asked, his voice dropping to a bone-chilling low.
You just shrugged. "...I just observed it."
Inner monologue: Yeah, I bet you did, you little brat. A tight, uncomfortable sensation started twisting in his chest. It wasn't anger. Not exactly. It was the feeling of being stripped naked—like you were reaching inside him and pulling out his guts just to see how they worked.
He fucking hated this feeling. So, he doubled down. He went for the kill.
"Then observe this," he whispered, his lips inches from your ear. "You’re picking a fight with me."
There it was. The moment he starts killing people with words. The threat. Usually, this is the breaking point. People remember exactly what kind of monster they’re talking to, what Wooin is capable of, and what happens when he gets bored of being "nice."
But you didn't even flinch. "I’m aware."
Inner monologue: Then why aren't you shaking? Why are you still staring me in the eye? "But I'm not trying to pick a fight," you added quickly, as if genuinely worried he’d misunderstand—yet your eyes still held zero fear. "I just want you to tell the truth."
Inner monologue: The truth? If I told you the truth, could you even handle it? He let out a slow, sharp breath through his nose. He lowered his gaze for a second before snapping it back to yours, his eyes shifting into something darker, heavier.
"You think I'm lying?"
You hesitated again. But not out of fear. You were 'evaluating' him.
"Sometimes... you don't tell the whole truth," you confessed. "And sometimes you do, but you hide it behind being a prick every single time."
Inner monologue: ...Goddammit. She sees everything. That hit him harder than any punch he’d ever taken in a street fight. It went deep—so deep he felt like he was running out of air. So, he laughed. He had to. It was the only way to save face, the only way to ignore the fact that you were dead right.
"You're overthinking it," he said, waving it off like it was nothing but dust.
You shook your head. Soft. Gentle. But stubborn as hell. "I know I’m not."
Inner monoogue: You are. You have to be. Because if you aren't... then you can see every single weakness I've ever buried. The silence returned. Long. Suffocating. A standoff where neither side was willing to retreat. And in that quiet, everything started to crumble. Wooin realized a terrifying truth: He was losing.
Not because you were louder.
Not because you were better.
Not because you were aggressive.
But because you were immovable. A stone in the middle of his storm. And he had no weakness left to attack.
Inner monologue: ...This is fucking pathetic. It’s just a conversation with a freshman. Why the hell is my heart racing like this? He felt the power in his own kingdom slipping away. It was subtle. It was faint. But it was everything he had. He leaned back again, finally being the one to break eye contact first.
"You're so goddamn annoying," he muttered through gritted teeth.
You blinked. And then... you smiled. A smile that felt like being scalded by hot water. "You always say that, Wooin."
Inner monologue: Because it’s true, you lunatic. Because you're annoying. Because... you never break for me. Not once. "Most people wouldn't dare do this to me," he added, his voice colder but dripping with a raw, ugly curiosity.
You tilted your head. "Should I stop?"
Inner monologue: Stop. Yes. Stop right now. Before I lose it and pull you in just to shut you up. "...No," he blurted out. His jaw tightened immediately. What the fuck did I just say?
You looked at him, confused. "No?"
He clicked his tongue, so frustrated with himself he wanted to punch a hole through the wall. "At least you aren't boring like everyone else."
Inner monologue: Liar. That’s not the reason at all. The truth is... I don't want you out of my sight for a single second. Even if it meant losing to you again and again. Even if it meant you’d keep staring at him with those eyes that knew every single one of his secrets—eyes that weren't afraid. Eyes that were... terrifyingly sincere.
Inner monologue: ...You're dangerous. You're a fucking hazard. And the worst part? He was absolutely addicted to it.
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SHORTER VERSION
"He never lost a bet... until he met you."
Yoo Wooin never had to scream to win an argument. That’s what the idiots always got wrong about him.
It wasn’t about aggression. It wasn’t about violence. It wasn’t even about death threats—those things were just... accessories.
Ornaments he pulled out to show off when he was bored, or when someone needed to be slapped back into their place to remember exactly where they stood.
None of that mattered.
What made him truly dangerous was the "Stillness." The way he’d tilt his head just a fraction, the yellow lenses of his glasses reflecting the light until his eyes were completely hidden, and speak like a man who already held the finale of the story in the palm of his hand.
Because usually, he actually did.
Humans are pathetically predictable.
They have stupid reactions. They trip over their own words. The moment they get emotional, their eyes well up, and they start defending themselves until they look pitiable.
And Wooin? He just watched. And then he’d slowly dissect them, piece by piece.
You should’ve been easy to chew.
You looked exactly like that type.
A soft, velvety voice. A kind demeanor. You chose your words with such caution, as if you were terrified of accidentally scratching someone’s wound.
A first-year Pharmacy student—organized, polite, and so quiet that people usually looked right over your head.
You never interrupted. You never threw a fit. You never pushed back.
So why—
Why the fuck was arguing with you so goddamn irritating that the veins in his head felt like they were going to snap?
"Wooin... that’s not what you said a minute ago."
Your voice was still soft. Still polite. Still kind. But your eyes—they didn't flicker once.
And that right there? That’s something he’s never had to deal with.
He leaned back, draping one arm lazily over the back of his chair. The lollipop in his mouth clicked against his teeth, slow and rhythmic.
"I didn't say that," he replied. His voice was dead flat, dismissive, already moving on like he’d already won.
Normally, that’s where people fold. They start doubting themselves. They get flustered, they backtrack, and they end up apologizing for even bringing it up.
But not you.
"...Yes, you did."
A beat of silence. Then, your voice dropped even lower, steady as a heartbeat—
"I remember."
Inner monolouge: Are you for real? Is this girl actually trying to test me right now? His gaze sharpened instantly—just a fraction. Too subtle for anyone else to notice, but more than enough for you to feel the temperature in the room drop. He was starting to get pissed.
"Keeping a scorecard just to check me out later?" he asked, his voice laced with a brand of "amusement" that was dangerous as hell.
He was pressing. Pushing. Crushing the space between you to make you retreat.
You just shook your head.
"No."
A tiny pause.
"I just don't like it when you try to distort the truth."
Inner monologue: That’s not how this works, sweetheart. You’re supposed to shut up and accept that I’m the one running the show. A surge of irritation shot through his ribs—a flicker of something raw and invisible. It wasn't because you were wrong.
It was because you refused to submit.
This time, he leaned in. Close. So close your breaths tangled together.
"Think I’m bullshitting you?"
Normally, this is the part where people crawl.
Between the suffocating proximity, the shift to that lethal, low tone, and the heavy pressure in the air—it’s usually enough to make anyone bolt, offer a nervous laugh, and stammer, "No no, sorry, I must have remembered it wrong."
You hesitated. Just for a micro-second. And his brain caught it instantly.
Inner monologue: There it is. Good. Now bow your head and back the fuck off. "...No," you finally said.
Then came the follow-up, steadier than before—
"But you’re changing the subject."
Inner monolouge: ... What? Are you kidding me? That is not the answer I wanted. He stared at your face. Not just a look—a glare intended to draw blood. It was like he was trying to peel back your skin layer by layer just to find the exact spot where you were supposed to be trembling with fear.
But you just sat there. Hands neatly interlaced on your lap. Your expression was as still as a pool of water so deep he couldn't even see the bottom.
"You look pretty cute when you’re being this stubborn," he drawled, letting a trashy, provocative smirk crawl across his lips.
Plan B: The Diversion. Distract. Tease. Twist the power dynamic into something flirtatious. It works on everyone... except you.
You blinked. Once. Twice.
And then—"
"This is incredibly unfair, you know."
Inner monologue: ...? "The subject of 'cuteness' has absolutely nothing to do with our conversation," you continued. Your voice was still soft, but it cut like a surgical blade.
"But you do this all the time."
Inner monologue: I do what? What the fuck am I doing? "You say things to make people feel small instead of just giving a straight answer to finish the conversation."
The silence in the room was deafening.
For the first time in his life—Yoo Wooin was speechless.
Inner monologue: ...Okay. This is some brand-new territory. He tilted his head, studying you as if you were doing something incredibly dangerous.
"Who taught you to talk like that?" he asked, his voice dropping to a bone-chilling low.
You just shrugged. "...I just observed it."
Inner monologue: Yeah, I bet you did, you little brat. A tight, uncomfortable sensation started twisting in his chest. It wasn't anger. Not exactly. It was the feeling of being stripped naked—like you were reaching inside him and pulling out his guts just to see how they worked.
He fucking hated this feeling. So, he doubled down. He went for the kill.
"Then observe this," he whispered, his lips inches from your ear. "You’re picking a fight with me."
There it was. The moment he starts killing people with words. The threat. Usually, this is the breaking point. People remember exactly what kind of monster they’re talking to, what Wooin is capable of, and what happens when he gets bored of being "nice."
But you didn't even flinch. "I’m aware."
Inner monologue: Then why aren't you shaking? Why are you still staring me in the eye? "But I'm not trying to pick a fight," you added quickly, as if genuinely worried he’d misunderstand—yet your eyes still held zero fear. "I just want you to tell the truth."
Inner monologue: The truth? If I told you the truth, could you even handle it? He let out a slow, sharp breath through his nose. He lowered his gaze for a second before snapping it back to yours, his eyes shifting into something darker, heavier.
"You think I'm lying?"
You hesitated again. But not out of fear. You were 'evaluating' him.
"Sometimes... you don't tell the whole truth," you confessed. "And sometimes you do, but you hide it behind being a prick every single time."
Inner monologue: ...Goddammit. She sees everything. That hit him harder than any punch he’d ever taken in a street fight. It went deep—so deep he felt like he was running out of air. So, he laughed. He had to. It was the only way to save face, the only way to ignore the fact that you were dead right.
"You're overthinking it," he said, waving it off like it was nothing but dust.
You shook your head. Soft. Gentle. But stubborn as hell. "I know I’m not."
Inner monoogue: You are. You have to be. Because if you aren't... then you can see every single weakness I've ever buried. The silence returned. Long. Suffocating. A standoff where neither side was willing to retreat. And in that quiet, everything started to crumble. Wooin realized a terrifying truth: He was losing.
Not because you were louder.
Not because you were better.
Not because you were aggressive.
But because you were immovable. A stone in the middle of his storm. And he had no weakness left to attack.
Inner monologue: ...This is fucking pathetic. It’s just a conversation with a freshman. Why the hell is my heart racing like this? He felt the power in his own kingdom slipping away. It was subtle. It was faint. But it was everything he had. He leaned back again, finally being the one to break eye contact first
"You're so goddamn annoying," he muttered through gritted teeth.
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