The Real -A Woosan Fanfiction-

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The following evening, under the cover of twilight, we slipped out of the house. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through me, and I glanced over at Wooyoung, whose eyes sparkled with a mix of fear and exhilaration.

As we made our way to my apartment, a sense of freedom washed over us. The world outside felt expansive and inviting, and each step away from his home felt like shedding a layer of fear. I wanted him to see that this was not just an escape but a beginning—a chance to carve out a space where he could truly be himself.

Once we arrived at my apartment, I opened the door, revealing a cozy little space that was filled with my mismatched furniture and the comforting scent of home. "Welcome," I said with a grin, gesturing for him to step inside.

Wooyoung looked around, his expression shifting from apprehension to wonder. "It's... nice," he said softly, stepping further into the living room.

"I know it's not much, but it's ours now. And we can make it whatever we want," I said, feeling a rush of warmth as he took in the space.

We spent the evening unpacking the few things he managed to bring with him, filling the small apartment with a blend of our lives. I watched him as he moved around, rearranging things with a sense of ownership that made my heart swell.

When we settled on the couch, side by side, the weight of the day began to lift. "I can't believe I'm really here," Wooyoung said, looking at me with a mixture of disbelief and gratitude.

"You're here," I affirmed, nudging him playfully. "And we're going to make this work. Together."

The connection between us felt stronger than ever, and as we leaned into each other, a new chapter unfolded before us—one filled with laughter, love, and the promise of a life unburdened by fear. Whatever challenges lay ahead, we would face them hand in hand, ready to carve out a future that was ours to define.

As we sat on the couch, the soft hum of the city outside provided a comforting backdrop to our newfound sanctuary. I could sense the tension still lingering in Wooyoung, his body tense despite the warmth between us. I wanted him to feel safe here, in this little space that was now ours.

"Let's make this place feel more like home," I suggested, standing up and stretching. "We can add some touches that remind you of the things you love."

Wooyoung's eyes lit up, and he nodded. "What do you have in mind?"

"Let's hang some of your drawings on the walls," I said, my heart racing at the thought of showcasing his art. "And we can pick up some plants. They always bring life to a space."

His smile widened, and I felt a rush of warmth. "I'd love that. I have a few pieces I've been working on."

"Perfect! We can make a little gallery in the living room," I replied, already imagining how beautiful it would look. "And maybe some string lights? They'll add a cozy vibe."

"Definitely," Wooyoung agreed, his enthusiasm infectious. "I love string lights."

We spent the next few hours organizing, rearranging furniture, and hanging up his drawings. As we transformed the apartment together, the atmosphere shifted from uncertainty to excitement. Each small change felt like a step toward creating a safe haven—a space where he could express himself freely.

I noticed the way Wooyoung began to relax, the tension in his shoulders easing as he took ownership of his new environment. "Thank you for doing this," he said softly, glancing at me with gratitude. "I didn't think I could feel this safe anywhere."

I smiled back at him, my heart swelling. "You deserve to feel safe, Wooyoung. This is your home now, and I'll do everything I can to make sure it feels that way."

As the evening wore on, we sat together on the couch, surrounded by the warmth of our efforts. The gentle glow of the string lights created a soft ambiance, casting playful shadows across the room.

"Do you think we'll be okay?" Wooyoung asked, his voice barely above a whisper, vulnerability etched across his face.

I took his hand in mine, squeezing gently. "We will. We'll face everything together. You're not alone anymore."

In that moment, I realized how crucial it was to create a sense of security not just in our physical space but in our hearts as well. "Let's set some boundaries for ourselves, too," I suggested. "We can decide how to navigate the outside world together."

Wooyoung nodded, a flicker of hope in his eyes. "I like that. I want to be open about us, but I also want to protect what we have."

"Exactly," I said. "We'll take our time, figure things out as we go. And if anything feels overwhelming, we'll talk about it. Communication is key."

With a newfound sense of purpose, we began to discuss our boundaries, our dreams, and how we would support each other through the ups and downs of this new life. I could see the confidence growing in Wooyoung, the fear of the unknown slowly being replaced by excitement for what lay ahead.

As the night deepened, we settled back into the cozy embrace of the couch, leaning against each other. The apartment, now filled with our shared laughter and creativity, felt like a warm cocoon—a safe space where we could truly be ourselves.

I looked down at Wooyoung, who was already drifting off, a serene smile on his face. With his head resting against my shoulder, I knew that together we would continue to build a life that embraced love, freedom, and the promise of brighter days ahead.

I smiled softly as I watched Wooyoung's peaceful expression, his breathing steady and calm. The moment felt so perfect, so right, that I couldn't bear to wake him. Gently, I shifted my position, careful not to disturb him, and wrapped my arms around him. After a moment of hesitation, I decided to carry him to my bedroom.

As I stood up, his body nestled against mine, I marveled at how light he felt in my arms. It was as if he was meant to be there, a perfect fit. I tiptoed to my bedroom, the dim light casting a warm glow over everything. Carefully, I laid him down on the bed, pulling the covers up to keep him warm. He stirred slightly but didn't wake, a small sigh escaping his lips.

I climbed in beside him, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. I rested my head against the pillow, taking a moment to simply watch him sleep. It felt like a dream—a beautiful dream I never wanted to wake from.

As the night deepened, I drifted off, comforted by his presence.