A 19 year old Girl named Amelia is just trying to make it out of her dads house in the inner city. She has big dreams of getting out and away from her normal everyday life. She dreams of a random guy she's never seen before, but does her dream come...
Dohwan's eyes dart from Kook's disheveled appearance to Amelia's flushed cheeks. He takes in the scene before him, his mind racing. "You guys okay?" he asks, his voice tight. (quickly composes herself) "Yeah, we're fine," she says, her voice too high. She looks at Kook, silently begging him not to make a scene. Kook's gaze hardens as he looks at Dohwan, his hand still on the door. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he demands, his voice a low growl.
"I-I just wanted to check on Amelia," Dohwan stammers, his eyes flicking to Amelia and then back to Kook. "Make sure she's okay, and I brought food." Kook's eyes bore into Dohwan, his grip on the door frame tightening. "And why would you think she isn't?" he asks, his tone a dangerous mix of suspicion and anger. Amelia's heart is racing, and she can feel the tension in the room thicken. She moves to stand beside Kook, her hand lightly touching his arm. "It's okay," she murmurs. "Let him in."
"Thank you," he says, stepping inside. His eyes sweep over the room, noticing the unpacked boxes and the sense of unease that seems to hang in the air. As the door closes, the three of them stand in an awkward silence, the weight of their unspoken feelings and past actions pressing down on them like a heavy blanket. "I-I've just been a little overwhelmed with the move," she says, trying to deflect the situation. "Dohwan, this is... unexpected."
Dohwan nods, his gaze lingering on Amelia's hand on Kook's arm before looking away. "I can see that," he says, his voice strained. "I just wanted to bring you some food, there is enough for all three of us." He holds up a bag of takeout, the scent of spicy rice and grilled meats wafting through the room. The mundane gesture feels like a lifeline in the sea of tension. Kook's jaw clenches, his eyes never leaving Dohwan. "That's...thoughtful," he says, his tone anything but. Amelia's stomach growls, reminding her she hasn't eaten since lunch. She glances at the bag, the hunger warring with the anxiety in her chest.
"Thanks, Dohwan," she says, her voice shaky. "Let's eat in the living room." Kook follows them, his eyes never leaving Dohwan's back. He's like a predator watching his prey, every muscle coiled and ready to pounce. They sit on the couch, the space between them charged with unspoken words and heated glances. Amelia tries to focus on the food, but her thoughts are consumed by the two men in her life.
Dohwan clears his throat, the sound cutting through the thick silence. He opens the bag, revealing a feast of bulgogi and kimchi fried rice. "So, Kook," he says, his tone forced casual. "How's the situation with the other guys?" Kook's eyes bore into Dohwan's, his expression unreadable. He gently takes a piece of bulgogi with his chopsticks, his movements deliberate. "You see my face," he says, his voice a low rumble. Amelia's gaze flickers from Kook to Dohwan, her heart racing. She knows that look in Kook's eyes—it's a warning, a declaration of dominance. She tries to diffuse the situation, focusing on the food, hoping it will serve as a buffer.
"Yeah, Kook's had a... a rough day," she says, her voice a whisper. Kook's eyes never leave Dohwan's, but his grip on the chopsticks relaxes slightly. "You could say that," he says, his voice deceptively calm. "So" Kook says, his voice a steely thread. "Have you two been hanging out again?" Dohwan stiffens at Kook's question, his eyes flashing with irritation. He knows the underlying accusation, the unspoken challenge in Kook's tone. "What's with the third degree?" he says, his patience wearing thin. "Can't I just check on a friend without you jumping down my throat?"
"Friend?" Kook repeats, the word a challenge. "Yes, friend," Dohwan says, his voice firm. "What's your problem?" Kook sets his food aside, his gaze unwavering from Dohwan. "I know what happened between you two before, that's all," he says, his voice a low growl. "Kook," she whispers, her eyes wide with shock and fear. Dohwan's face tightens at the mention of their past, but he meets Kook's gaze steadily. "That was...," he admits, his voice tight. " It was before you two were serious. Nothing's happened since." Kook's eyes narrow, his jaw tightening as he scrutinizes Dohwan. He can see the truth in his friend's eyes, and for a moment, his anger dissipates. He's always had a knack for reading people, and Dohwan's sincerity is clear.
"I'm sorry, I'm just on edge. I shouldn't have made accusations like that." He says, his voice a little softer than before. Amelia's stomach clenches as she watches the two men, feeling like she's on a tightrope over a chasm. She doesn't know how much more she can take of the tension between them. Amelia slams her chopsticks down on the table, the sound echoing through the room. "Yeah, you shouldn't make accusations like that, like enough of this bullshit Kook" she says, her voice sharp. "Dohwan is my friend, and you need to get over your jealousy!" Kook's gaze snaps to hers, his eyebrows rising in surprise. He's not used to Amelia standing up to him like this, but there's something about her fiery spirit that only makes him want her more.
(swallows his pride) "You're right," Kook says, his voice a gruff admission. "I'm sorry, Dohwan." "It's fine bro," he says, his eyes not leaving Amelia. "But maybe I should go." Amelia's eyes dart to Dohwan, filled with a mix of regret and relief. She hates the thought of him leaving, but the tension in the room is suffocating. "I'll walk you out." Amelia says in a lower tone. Kook watches them go, and his mind is racing.
As they step out into the cool night air, the tension between them seems to dissipate slightly. The street lights cast long shadows across the sidewalk, and the distant sound of the city's heartbeat is a gentle reminder of the world outside their bubble of drama. Amelia leads Dohwan to a quiet spot under the dim glow of a streetlamp, her hand shaking slightly. "I'm sorry about that," she says, her eyes searching his for understanding. "Don't worry about it," he says, his eyes searching hers. "It's just... complicated, and Kook is jealous. I understand it though."
Amelia nods, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I know," she whispers. "But I can't keep living like this. It's tearing me apart." Dohwan's gaze drops to her trembling hand, and for a moment, he considers taking it in his own. But he knows the consequences of crossing that line again. He swallows hard, his own emotions a hurricane threatening to break through his calm facade. As they stand there, the air thick with unspoken words, Amelia notices a flicker in Dohwan's eyes. It's a look she's seen before—longing, regret, and a hint of something more profound. It sends a jolt through her, a tightness in her chest that's both painful and exhilarating.
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