39 parts Ongoing If you ask Wonwoo when it all began,
he'll tell you it didn't.
Because nothing ever began with Mingyu.
Mingyu was the kind of person who just...
happened.
Like summer heat, like loud laughter in quiet places, like falling asleep beside someone and waking up already missing them.
They'd known each other since they were kids , since scraped knees and chasing fireflies, since "go away" meant "stay closer,"
and Mingyu never listened anyway.
Back then, Mingyu was too loud. Too bright. Too much.
Wonwoo didn't like loud things. But somehow, he never told Mingyu to be quiet.
Not really.
They grew up messily, awkwardly, in the way that boys with growing hearts do.
Somewhere along the way, Mingyu got taller.
Wonwoo got quieter.
And love, whatever that was, started threading between them like light through leaves. Soft. Unspoken. Unnoticed.
At least, by everyone except Mingyu.
This is a story about:
A boy who loved too loudly.
And another who loved too quietly.
It's about friendships that blur and feelings that twist, about secrets too dangerous to speak aloud, and moments that feel like forever even if they aren't.
It's about what happens when one of them falls first. And waits for the other to catch up.
Even when it hurts.
Even when it's too late.
This is the story of Wonwoo and Mingyu.
Before the blood. Before the chaos.
Before goodbye tasted like a kiss neither of them was ready to give.
And before love, finally, painfully, made itself known.
