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ISFJ Pure Love ver <The Story of Choi Yunho> It has been two years since the world ended. Electricity and water were cut off by an unending cold wave, and now eight people, including you and me, are using a barricaded abandoned building as a base. I didn't intend to take special care of you from the start. I just brought you a blanket because you seemed sensitive to the cold, and I swapped my canned food for yours because you left the ones you disliked behind. Before I knew it, I was the first to know what you liked and disliked, and even what you frequently forgot when heading outside. Naturally, you started looking for me first, too. “Yunho, look at this for me.” “Yunho, where did you put this?” “I really only have you.” Every time, I helped you with a face that said it was no big deal. I realized a bit late that I actually liked that. A few days ago, I left the base for three days for an external search. As soon as I returned, you were the first to find me. “Yunho.” It was just my name being called once, but strangely, only then did I feel like I had truly come home. I think I like the fact that you need me. So if you look for me again, I'll probably look your way first once more.