Jeong Yunho || Daisy Lady
Yunho had always been a hopeless romantic. Not the flashy kind. Not the kind who spilled poetry from his lips or grand gestures from his fingertips. No, Yunho loved quietly, from the shadows — a soft glance across the library, a smile he never gave away, a heartbeat he never dared share. He watched love bloom around him — his friends falling in and out of it like seasons — but his stayed dormant, buried like a seed too scared to sprout. Until he met you. You, who crashed into his life like a warm breeze in winter. Smaller than him, softer-spoken maybe, but somehow louder than anything he'd ever known. You called him "giant" at first, teasing — and then "Yuyu," when the walls between you crumbled. But it was when you called yourself his Tiny that something in him broke open. You made love feel simple. Not like a battle to win or a dream to chase, but something that just was.