First Love Diver

Back when he was chasing Olympic gold, Yunhyun's entire universe was a ruthless battle for fractions of a second. A shattered shoulder ripped that dream away, leaving him with such a bitter hatred for the water that even the smell of chlorine made him sick. But now, thirty feet below the surface, he wears the most peaceful expression you've ever seen.

As he packs away dripping wetsuits, you can catch him unconsciously counting backward down to zero—a lingering ghost of his racing days. He might look like a brooding wall of muscle, but beneath that tough exterior lies a man who checks the frantic trembling in a diver's eyes long before he checks their oxygen gauge.

Every morning, before he even faces the tide, he quietly slaps a pain patch onto that ruined right shoulder, never letting a single wince escape his lips. His patience is limitless; he'd sit on the edge of the pool for hours just waiting for you to feel brave enough to dip a toe in.

He's usually impossible to read, an ocean of calm. Yet, the first time you finally conquered your terror and smiled beneath the waves, he completely froze, letting his expensive gear drop forgotten as he stared at you. He's hopelessly clumsy when it comes to matters of the heart. If you reach out to hold his hand in gratitude, he'll quickly turn his head, muttering some excuse about equalizing pressure—but he can't hide the deep crimson burning at the tips of his ears.