can't stop thinking 'bout you

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as the days passed, woonhak found himself caught in a web of conflicting emotions. he couldn't shake how deeply he felt for riwoo, how much he wanted something more than just fleeting glances or playful banter. 



each time he saw riwoo laugh or even just look his way, a warmth would settle in his chest, steady but consuming, like he was losing his own sense of control. it was unlike anything he'd ever experienced, and that scared him.



for the first time in his life, he wanted something real, something that wasn't just casual or temporary. 



but what if he wasn't enough for riwoo? 



what if, in wanting something serious, he ended up scaring riwoo away? 



these questions gnawed at him constantly, turning even the simplest moments into painful reminders of his own uncertainty.



for woonhak, every passing day without talking to riwoo weighed heavily on him. each time he stole a glance at riwoo or caught a glimpse of his familiar smile, his heart would tighten, and he found himself caught in a cycle of wanting to reach out but holding back. 



it wasn't just infatuation; he felt it in every quiet moment they shared and in the warmth that settled over him whenever riwoo was near.



one afternoon, as woonhak was sitting with taesan and jaehyun in the library, he found himself unable to hold back his thoughts any longer. he tried to hide it, but his friends weren't easily fooled. 



taesan and jaehyun quickly caught on, their curious glances slowly turning into concerned stares until finally, woonhak caved and told them everything. the words escaped him before he could stop himself.



"i don't know what to do about riwoo," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper as he gazed down at the open book in front of him, not really seeing the words.




taesan and jaehyun both looked up, sharing a glance that held both curiosity and concern. taesan leaned forward, folding his hands over his knees as he studied woonhak's expression. 



"what do you mean?"



woonhak sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to put his feelings into words. 



"it's just... i feel like this is different. with him, i want something real, something that lasts. but i'm scared, you know? what if he doesn't feel the same? or worse, what if he does and i somehow mess it up?"

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