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Ohm’s POV

The moment I reached the hospital, it was like a surge of energy took over me. I ran like a maniac, my heart pounding in my chest. When you’re desperate to see someone, it feels like you could move mountains or take on the entire world—whatever it takes to reach them. That’s how I felt. Though I couldn’t name these feelings, I knew they were real.

I dashed inside and headed straight to Leng’s room, barely able to contain myself.

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Leng’s POV

It started with sunlight. The sun’s rays falling on my face gently woke me up, but then I heard voices—familiar ones. Was that Moonon? Slowly, I came to my senses, only to realize I was lying in a hospital bed.

“What the hell am I doing here, Moonon?”

Moonon gave me an exasperated look. “Wow, did you lose your common sense too? You got into an accident, Leng. That’s why you’re here.”

I frowned. “And why are you here?”

He shook his head. “Are you crazy? Of course, I’m here! We need to take care of you!”

“You don’t have to, Moonon. No one has to. No one needs to care about me. Everyone who gets close to me ends up miserable. I don’t want—”

“Shut up, Leng,” Moonon cut me off sharply. “This isn’t the time for your breakdowns. Your immune system is already weak, so please, stop it. And listen—we all love you, okay? My life is brighter because of you, sunshine.”

His words hit me hard, and I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore.

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Moonon’s POV

Watching Leng cry like that broke something inside me. I didn’t know how to console him, and honestly, I wasn’t strong enough to handle it. Using the excuse of getting medicine, I stepped out of the room and called Ohm.

“Ohm, where are you?”

“I’m in the elevator. I’m here. What’s wrong?”

“Leng is having a breakdown. He’s crying, and I can’t handle it. Please, can you go see him first? I’ll be back in five minutes.”

“Got it. I’m on it.”

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Ohm’s POV

As I entered the room, Leng turned his gaze toward me. It had been almost a month and a half since I’d seen him, but something felt different. He wasn’t the same vibrant Leng I remembered—he looked like a shadow of himself. Yet, as much as it hurt, I couldn’t let my emotions take over.

The first thing he said when he saw me was, “Why are you here? I told you I don’t want to see you. I only used you. I don’t care about our friendship. I’m selfish. Don’t waste your time on me—just leave!”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, but I couldn’t let him see that. His condition mattered more than my feelings. I swallowed the lump in my throat and walked closer to him.

“Stop! I said stop! Can’t you hear me?” he screamed, but I kept moving toward him.

When I reached him, I pulled him into a tight hug.

In that moment, everything seemed to freeze—the world, time, everything around us. It felt like even nature was holding its breath. Leng stopped crying and relaxed slightly in my arms, though I could feel the weight of his pain.

But then he tried again to push me away, his voice trembling as he said, “I know you’re being nice, but I’m not. I only care about money. If you stay away from me, it’s better for you. Don’t waste your time here.”

“Are you done with this bullshit?” I snapped, my voice louder than I intended. He flinched but finally looked at me. At least I had his attention.

“Stop this drama, Leng,” I continued. “You’re an actor, so save the performances for the camera—not for me. I know everything about the contract, so if you want to keep up this act, go ahead. But I’m not leaving.”

Leng’s tears returned, spilling down his cheeks, and it hurt to see him like this. “Please, don’t cry,” I said softly, wiping his tears. “It hurts me to see you like this. You’re my sunshine, Leng. You’re the only one I have. I don’t think I’ll ever find a friend like you again, so please, stop crying.”

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Leng’s POV

When Ohm said he knew about the contract, I couldn’t hold back anymore. The tears came pouring out. For a moment, I thought everything might finally be okay—until he called me his friend.

Friend.

Is that all I am to him?

I looked up at the ceiling, silently pleading with the universe. God, is this what you want? To see me heartbroken and without Ohm? My life is already a mess without him. I want him—please, I want him to be mine.

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter! It’s short but packed with emotions. The next chapter will be sweeter, I promise! Please share your ideas in the comments—I’d love to include them in the story. See you soon!