stable love

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Hobi release Bogum from gentle hug, softly wiping away his(bogum's) tears with a comforting smile. "Don't cry, you're safe now bun. everything is okay" His voice was warm and soothing, filled with concern for Bogum's well-being.

Bogum's voice trembled with fear. "Hobi, I'm so scared." His eyes welled up with tears, and his face contorted in distress.

Hobi's reply was calm and reassuring. "But everything is fine now, so what are you afraid of? Look, that monster is lying unconscious on the ground." Point towards young-jae, His eyes were filled with empathy and understanding, and his voice was gentle.

Bogum's voice cracked with emotion. "I don't know, but I feel something terrible is going to happen. I'm consumed by fear." Tears streamed down his face as he spoke, and his body shook with sobs.

Hobi quickly wrapped him in a tight embrace, caressing his back with loving tenderness. "Shh, I'm here. You're safe." His heart was filled with compassion and love, and his words were a soft whisper.

Jin-woo's wife slowly regained consciousness, her eyes fluttering open with a mix of confusion and pain. Her face contorted in discomfort, and she winced as she tried to sit up. As her vision cleared, she was met with a heartbreaking sight: Young-jae lay before her, his body battered and bruised. She felt a surge of anguish and distress, her eyes welling up with tears....Her gaze then shifted to Bogum, and her expression turned to one of anger and resentment.

Jin-woo's wife's eyes locked onto the gun near her, and she swiftly grabbed it, her anger towards Bogum intensifying. She stood up, gun pointed at Bogum, her finger trembling on the trigger.

Hobi's eyes met Jin-woo's wife, and he panicked, swiftly pushing Bogum to the ground. A bullet fired, hitting Hobi's chest, followed by another, which pierced his stomach. He crumpled to the ground.

Bogum's eyes widened in horror as he screamed, "HOBI!" his face ashen as he stares at Hobi's wounded body. He's frozen in shock, his mind struggling to process the scene unfolding before him. His breath comes in short gasps, his hands trembling as he reaches out to Hobi. Fear, anxiety, and helplessness swirl together in his eyes, his face contorted in anguish.

Mr. Kim, Mr. Jung, and Mrs. Jung arrived with the police, witnessing the chaos. They saw Hobi lying in a pool of blood, Jin-woo's wife attempting to fire again. The police retaliated, and she was fatally shot.

Mrs. Jung rushed to Hobi's side, her vision blurring as she saw her son's blood soaking body. Her face is a picture of despair, her eyes red-rimmed from tears. She cradles Hobi's head in her lap, her hands gently stroking his hair as if trying to comfort him. Her body shakes with sobs, her wails filling the air as she begs Hobi to stay with her. Her eyes plead with the universe to spare her son's life, her face etched with a mother's unbearable pain and worry. Her voice cracks as she whispers Hobi's name, her heart shattering into a million pieces.

The air is thick with tension and grief, the sound of gunfire and screams still echoing in the distance. The police stand frozen, their guns still trained on Jin-woo's wife's lifeless body, their faces grim and somber. The atmosphere is heavy with tragedy, the once peaceful hill now a scene of unimaginable carnage and heartbreak.

Bogum's eyes, still brimming with tears, lock onto Hobi's fragile form, and he instinctively reaches out to take Hobi's hand in his. But before their skin can touch, Mrs. Jung's firm grip intercepts, her fingers wrapping around Bogum's wrist like a vice.

"Don't you dare touch him!" she spits, her voice venomous with anger and fear. "Stay away from my son!"

Bogum's face crumples, his heart shattering into a million pieces. His concern for Hobi is palpable, a deep and abiding devotion that screams silently in the face of Mrs.Jung's rejection. His eyes plead for understanding, for a chance to comfort the boy he admire, but Mrs. Jung's expression remains unforgiving.