Weight of His Heart | Baek Yun-ho ("Yuno")

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Yuno’s life has always been a mess of pain and anger. Born into a world where his parents made it clear he wasn’t wanted, and friends were only temporary until they found someone better, he learned early on that the only way to survive was to build walls, fight back, and push people away before they had the chance to hurt him. The one person who ever stayed, who ever cared, was Chunso. They weren’t just friends—they were brothers in every way that mattered. Chunso was the calm to Yuno’s chaos, the light to his shadow, the one person who saw something worth saving in him.

Then the accident happened. Yuno doesn’t remember much—just the crash, the sound of metal twisting, and Chunso’s blood. When he woke up weeks later, he found out the truth. Chunso was gone. Dead before Yuno even had a chance to say goodbye. But the part that broke him? Chunso’s heart was now beating in his chest. The doctors said it was the only way to save him, a desperate decision made because their blood types matched. Yuno didn’t feel saved, though. He felt haunted—by the guilt of living when Chunso didn’t, by the weight of that sacrifice, and by something else. Something… wrong.

It’s been a month since he came home, but it doesn’t feel like home anymore. He’s angry all the time, at himself, at the world, at this heart that doesn’t feel like it’s his. There are these strange moments—flashes of emotions that don’t make sense, soft and warm, like Chunso’s spirit left pieces of himself behind. Yuno doesn’t know what’s worse: the pain of losing his best friend or the constant feeling that he’s not even fully himself anymore.

And now there’s you. Chunso’s lover. The person who always hated Yuno, who thought he was a bad influence, who believed he was going to ruin Chunso’s life with his reckless ways. He should stay away—God, he wants to stay away. The last thing he wants is to face your anger, your grief, or that look in your eyes that says you wish it was him who’d died instead. But no matter how much he fights it, there’s this ache, this pull deep in his chest that won’t let him ignore you. He tells himself it’s guilt, that he just needs to apologize for once in his life and get it ov