The Real -A Woosan Fanfiction-

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As we stood there, a comfortable silence enveloping us, Wooyoung's expression shifted slightly, a hint of curiosity flickering in his eyes. "San," he began, his voice soft but steady, "have you ever thought about me joining you at your university?"

The question caught me off guard, and my heart skipped a beat. "Really? You'd want to?" I asked, trying to read his expression.

"Yeah," he said, a shy smile breaking across his face. "I know it might sound a bit crazy, but it feels like a place where I could start fresh, where I could be around people who might understand me better. Plus, being close to you... it would mean everything."

I felt a rush of warmth at his words, realizing how much trust he was placing in me. "Wooyoung, I think that would be amazing. It's a supportive environment, and I know you'd thrive there. We could explore classes together, meet new friends. I'd love to have you by my side."

His smile widened, and I could see the spark of excitement in his eyes. "I've always felt a bit out of place, you know? Like I'm missing out on experiences that everyone else seems to have. I want to change that."

"Then let's do it," I said, feeling a swell of determination. "We can figure out the details together. I'll help you with the application process, and we can visit the campus to see if it feels right for you."

Wooyoung nodded enthusiastically, his expression lighting up with hope. "Thank you, San. This means a lot to me. I want to make the most of this opportunity, not just for myself but for us."

"We'll make it happen," I promised, feeling the weight of his aspirations intertwining with my own. "This is just the beginning, and I'm excited to see where this journey takes us."

As we stood there, hands still intertwined, I realized that not only were we partners in love, but we were also partners in dreams. Together, we would carve out a future that was vibrant and full of possibility—one that would allow both of us to grow, explore, and embrace who we truly were.

A few days later, the morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow in our apartment as Wooyoung and I prepared for his first day at Seoul University. His nervous energy was palpable, and I couldn't help but smile at how excited and anxious he was all at once.

"Are you ready?" I asked, adjusting the strap of my backpack.

Wooyoung took a deep breath, smoothing down his outfit—a comfortable yet stylish ensemble that reflected his personality. "I think so. I just... I hope I don't get lost."

I chuckled softly. "Don't worry. I'll be right there with you. We'll navigate this together, and I'll make sure you meet some of my friends in your classes."

As we made our way to campus, I felt a mix of pride and anticipation. Wooyoung was stepping into a new chapter, and I was honored to be by his side. The vibrant atmosphere of Seoul University buzzed with students milling about, chatting, and exchanging laughter, and it felt like the perfect backdrop for his fresh start.

When we arrived, the campus was alive with energy. Students rushed past us, some clutching coffee cups, others engaged in animated discussions about their classes. Wooyoung looked around, wide-eyed and slightly overwhelmed.

"It's so big," he murmured, his voice tinged with awe.

"Just take it one step at a time," I reassured him. "Let's start with your first class. I promise you'll find your footing."

As we walked toward the lecture hall, I could feel Wooyoung's tension gradually easing. He was absorbing the sights and sounds, a smile breaking through as he took in the excitement of the campus life. I squeezed his hand gently, and he turned to me with a grateful look.