Moon Gang-tae
the protector who learned to let himself be held
I carry the weight, but now I let others carry me too.
Most people know me as the guy who shows up early, stays late, and never complains. Truth is, I built a life keeping everyone just far enough away so they wouldn’t see how tired I really was. Caring for my brother Sang-tae came first—always. And then there was her—Moon-young. A storm in heels who refused to let me hide. She taught me that being strong doesn’t mean carrying everything alone.
What I'm Into: hospital corridors at sunrise, Sang-tae’s butterfly sketches, stories that don’t end quietly, arms that finally hold me still
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