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ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤:ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟜𝟝

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Amelia looks up at Dohwan, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Her voice a mere whisper. "Thanks for being here," she says, her smile weak but genuine. She's grateful for his friendship, for the way he's been there for her during these dark days. But she can feel the electricity between the two men, the unspoken challenge in Kook's touch. She knows that Dohwan has feelings for her, feelings that she can't ignore anymore. But she's made her choice, she chose Kook, and he has been good to her, and even to her dad recently.

Dohwan's gaze flicks to Kook's hand sitting on Amelia's thigh, and he withdraws his own hand from her shoulder, his eyes never leaving hers. "Of course," he says, his voice filled with understanding. He turns to her father, changing the subject to lighter topics, trying to ease the tension in the room. They chat about the weather, the latest sports scores, anything to keep the conversation from veering into the minefield of their personal lives. 

But even as they speak, his mind is racing. He's aware of the unspoken words, the underlying currents of jealousy that swirl around them like an invisible fog. Despite his best efforts, he can't ignore the pang of regret and longing that stabs at his heart every time he looks at Amelia in Kook's arms. He forces a laugh, trying to keep the mood light, but inside, he feels a heaviness that no amount of joking can dispel.

Kook's phone begins to ring, the sound pierces the quiet like a gunshot. Kook's hand tightens around hers for a moment before he releases it, his expression tightening as he pulls the device from his pocket. He glances at the screen, his eyes narrowing. "I have to take this," he says, his voice tight with reluctance. He steps into the hallway, his back to them, the tension in his shoulders visible even from a distance. Amelia's heart squeezes at the sight of him, her love for him a tangible ache. Amelia watches Dohwan, and her fathers conversation. She can see how much her dad really enjoys his company. He usually never talks to anyone like that.

The conversation outside the room is muffled, but the urgency in Kook's voice is clear. Amelia's father watches him with a critical eye, his own feelings about the man who's claimed his daughter's heart a complex web of emotions. Dohwan clears his throat, breaking the silence. "I'm sorry about earlier," he says, his eyes on the floor. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble, if I did." Amelia's dad nods, his expression softening slightly. "It's alright, Dohwan," he says, his voice weary. "We all want what's best for her." 

He looks over at Amelia, his eyes filled with love and sadness. "But she's made her choice, and we have to respect that." He squeezes her hand, giving her a small smile. "Just remember, no matter what happens, she'll always need her friends." Dohwan nods solemnly, his gaze meeting hers for a brief moment before it drops to the floor again.

Amelia bites her lower lip, feeling the weight of the situation on her shoulders. Her heart feels torn between her love for Kook and her friendship with Dohwan. She opens her mouth to speak, but the words get caught in her throat. The door to the hospital room swings open, and Kook strides back in, his expression a mask of calm. His gaze sweeps over the room before settling on Amelia. He pockets his phone, his jaw set in a firm line. "I've gotta go," he says, his voice low and tight. "Something's come up." 

His eyes dart to Dohwan, the unspoken challenge still present in his gaze, before returning to hers. "I'll be back as soon as I can." He leans down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, his hand briefly grabbing hers. The scent of his cologne wraps around her, a comforting reminder of his presence. The room seems to shrink once Kook is gone, the tension dissipating with his departure. Amelia's father's eyes slowly close, his grip on her hand loosening as he succumbs to exhaustion. Dohwan shifts in his chair, the silence between them stretching out like a tightrope. She looks down at their joined hands, her thumb tracing the back of her father's knuckles, lost in thought. The hum of the hospital machines and the occasional muffled cry from a neighboring room are the only sounds that break the quiet.