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Chapter 17

The sterile scent of the hospital corridors replaced the lingering tension of the abandoned building. Yujin and Wonyoung sat side by side in the waiting area, the soft hum of fluorescent lights casting a pale glow on their faces. Yena and Yuri, having spoken to the authorities, joined them, their expressions a mix of concern and relief.

A nurse approached, her scrubs swishing softly. "Miss Wonyoung, we're ready for your examination."

Wonyoung nodded, glancing at Yujin before following the nurse. Yujin's gaze never left Wonyoung, and as the door closed behind them, a heavy silence settled in the waiting room.

"Yujin, are you okay?" Yena asked, concern etched on her face.

Yujin sighed, her mind still racing from the events. "I just want to make sure she's fine. This whole thing is too much, too fast."

Yuri placed a comforting hand on Yujin's shoulder. "We'll get through this together. Wonyoung is strong, and she has you by her side."

Time seemed to stretch as they waited, the hospital's sterile environment amplifying the weight of the unspoken. Yena, sensing the tension, tried to break the silence.

"We need to find out who did this and why they targeted Wonyoung. It can't be a random act."

Yujin nodded in agreement, her mind already formulating a plan. "I won't let them get away with this. Wonyoung deserves to feel safe, and I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen."

The door opened, and Wonyoung emerged, her eyes meeting Yujin's. The unspoken understanding between them deepened, a shared determination to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

"The doctor said I'm physically fine," Wonyoung announced, her voice steady but eyes betraying a hint of vulnerability.

Relief washed over Yujin, and she stood up, ready to accompany Wonyoung back home. "Let's get out of here. We can figure things out once we're back."

Outside the hospital, the night air felt cool and crisp. Yujin and Wonyoung walked side by side, the quiet camaraderie between them unbroken. Yena and Yuri followed, their thoughts mirroring the uncertainty of the situation.

Back at their shared home, Yujin insisted Wonyoung rest, arranging a comfortable space for her on the couch. Yena and Yuri exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the complex dynamics at play.

As Wonyoung settled in, Yujin took a seat beside her, the unspoken tension returning. Yena cleared her throat, attempting to break the heaviness in the room.

"I'll make some tea," she offered, disappearing into the kitchen.

Alone together, Yujin and Wonyoung faced the unspoken, their eyes locking in a silent exchange. Yujin took a deep breath, her words carefully chosen.

"Wonyoung, we need to talk about what happened. Do you have any idea why they targeted you?"

Wonyoung hesitated, her gaze dropping to her hands. "I honestly don't know. I can't think of anyone who would want to harm me."

Yujin's protective instincts flared, and she gently placed a hand on Wonyoung's shoulder. "We'll get to the bottom of this, I promise. But you have to tell me if there's anything you're not saying."

Wonyoung looked up, her eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and fear. "Yujin, I want to trust you, but there are things I can't share right now. It's complicated."

Before Yujin could press further, Yena returned with a tray of tea, attempting to ease the tension in the room. The four of them sat together, the air thick with unspoken words. Yujin's determination to protect Wonyoung grew stronger, yet the mystery surrounding the incident remained elusive.

In the following days, Yujin became Wonyoung's shadow, unwilling to let her out of sight. The incident had left an indelible mark on their lives, and Yujin's possessive instincts intensified. She accompanied Wonyoung to every outing, checked in on her throughout the day, and even insisted on driving her to work.

Wonyoung, while grateful for the support, couldn't shake the feeling of being suffocated. The once carefree friendship had transformed into a complex dance of unspoken expectations and hidden desires. Yujin's possessiveness, born out of genuine concern, threatened to blur the boundaries between friendship and something more.

One evening, as they sat on the couch watching a movie, Wonyoung finally mustered the courage to address the growing tension. "Yujin, we need to talk about this. I appreciate everything you're doing for me, but I can't shake this feeling of being trapped."

Yujin's face fell, a mix of hurt and confusion in her eyes. "I'm just trying to keep you safe, Wonyoung. I can't bear the thought of anything happening to you."

"I know, and I appreciate it, but it's suffocating. I need space to breathe," Wonyoung explained, her voice gentle but firm.

Yujin sighed, her shoulders slumping. "I never meant to make you feel that way. I just... I care about you, and I want to protect you."

Wonyoung reached out, placing a hand on Yujin's. "I know, and I appreciate it. But I need to handle this my way. We can't let fear control our lives."

The unspoken tension lingered in the room, their friendship standing at the crossroads of uncertainty. Yena and Yuri, observing the evolving dynamics, exchanged knowing glances. The intricate web of emotions, friendships, and unspoken desires had woven a complex tapestry, and the threads were unraveling.