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ℝ𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕥:ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟜𝟡

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"Tell me, baby," he coaxed, his voice a gentle rumble. "What's been bothering you?" His thumb continued to caress her breast, his touch feather-light yet insistent. Amelia's eyes searched his, a silent battle raging within her. The truth felt like a weight too heavy to share, but the connection between them demanded honesty. She took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she spoke. "It's about Dohwan."

Kook's hand froze, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What about him?" His voice remained steady, but the tension in his jaw was unmistakable. Amelia took a deep breath, her heart racing as she felt the weight of her secret pressing down on her chest. "It's just... we had a moment. " She paused, watching his reaction carefully. His eyes searched hers, looking for the truth she was struggling to articulate.

Kook's expression remained unreadable, his thumb still circling her nipple in a gentle, soothing motion. "What kind of moment?" he asked, his voice even, belying the turmoil that must have been brewing beneath the surface. Amelia's eyes searched his, the words caught in her throat. She knew she needed to be honest, but the fear of losing him was like a vice around her heart. She swallowed hard, trying to find the right words.

Kook's hand stilled on her breast, his eyes now sharp and focused. "What kind of moment, Amelia?" he repeated, his tone a little more urgent this time. The silence stretched tauter than a bowstring, threatening to snap at any moment.

Amelia's heart hammered in her chest as she felt the room's temperature drop. She sat up, pulling the sheets around her to cover herself. "It was nothing," she said quickly, trying to play it off. "Just a misunderstanding." Kook studied her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. He sat up, his muscles rippling as he leaned back against the arm of the couch. "Misunderstandings don't usually make people act like you have been," he said, his voice calm yet filled with an underlying tension.

Amelia could feel the tension in the room thicken, like a fog rolling in from the sea. She knew she had to tell him, but the words felt lodged in her throat. "It's just..." she began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right way to explain. Kook's eyes bore into her, his jaw clenched tightly. He could sense her hesitation, and it was driving him crazy. "What happened?" he pressed, his voice a low rumble of thunder in the quiet room.

Amelia's eyes searched the floor, avoiding the storm in Kook's gaze. She took a deep breath, her chest tight with the burden of her confession. "I'm confused... I think I have feelings for Dohwan..." she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. She could feel the color drain from her cheeks as she watched for his reaction, her heart pounding in her ears. The silence was deafening, filled only with the sound of their mingled breaths.

Kook: Feelings? What kind of feelings?

Amelia felt the weight of Kook's gaze as she gathered her thoughts. She looked up, meeting his eyes, her own filled with a mix of guilt and love. "It's complicated, Kook," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I care about Dohwan, he's my best friend, but my heart... it still belongs to you." Kook's face remained a stoic mask, but his eyes betrayed the tumult of emotions within. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, and rubbed his temples with his thumbs. "You think you're in love with him?" he asked, his voice deceptively calm.

Amelia's eyes searched Kook's, a silent plea for understanding. "I don't know," she replied, her voice shaking. "I just...I felt something, something more than friendship. But it doesn't change how much I love you." Her words were a jumble of truth and fear, a confession wrapped in a desperate apology. She watched as the muscles in Kook's arms tightened, his fingers digging into the fabric of the couch.

Kook's eyes never left hers, the intensity of his gaze making her feel both exposed and protected. "How much more?" he asked, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. The question hung in the air, as sharp as a knife's edge. Amelia's heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. She knew she had to be honest, but the fear of losing him was paralyzing. "It's not about more or less, Kook," she whispered, her voice trembling. "It's just...different." She reached out, her hand hovering over his, yearning to bridge the distance between them.

Kook's expression grew darker, his jaw tightening as he processed her words. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling visibly. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" he said, his voice tightly controlled. He took her hand in his, his grip firm but not painful. His thumb stroked the back of her hand in a gesture that was both reassuring and possessive. Amelia's eyes filled with tears as she felt the tension coiling around them. "It's not about replacing you," she said, her voice shaking. "It's just...I didn't expect to feel this way about anyone else." She took a deep, shuddering breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Kook's expression shifted from confusion to anger in the span of a heartbeat. His eyes narrowed, and his grip on her hand tightened. "You didn't expect to feel this way?" he repeated, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He stood up abruptly, his body towering over her, the power dynamics in the room shifting dramatically. "What the fuck does that mean, Amelia?" His words were clipped, each syllable a tiny explosion of fury. He began to pace the room, his bare feet pounding against the floor like a caged animal searching for an escape.

Amelia watched him, her heart in her throat, as he prowled the room. She knew she had hurt him, but she didn't know how to take it back. "Kook," she began, her voice trembling. "It's not about you. It's about me and what I'm feeling." The room seemed to shrink as Kook's anger grew, his pacing becoming more agitated. He stopped in front of her, his eyes flashing. "What you're feeling?" he repeated, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "You don't get to play games with my heart, baby."

Amelia's eyes widened as she saw the anger in Kook's eyes, a stark contrast to the passion that had been there moments ago. She reached out to him, her hand trembling. "It's not a game, Kook," she said, her voice earnest. "I'm not trying to make you mad. I just didn't want to lie to you, because that's how much I value you." Kook's eyes flashed, and he took a step back, pulling his hand from hers. "Value me?" he spat, his voice laced with sarcasm. "You value me so much you're saying you love me, and my best friend?" The veins in his neck bulged, and his fists clenched at his sides.

As Kook turned to walk away, the pain in his eyes was palpable. His shoulders tense, each step heavy with a mix of anger and betrayal. The floorboards creaked under his weight, echoing the turmoil in the room. But just as he reached the door, Amelia's voice stopped him in his tracks. "Kook, wait," she called out, desperation seeping into her tone. As Kook's hand touched the doorknob, Amelia's voice cracked through the tension like a whip. "Kook, please," she begged, her voice shaking with emotion. She stepped in front of him, her naked body a stark contrast to the cold, marble-like expression on his face. She reached out, her hand trembling as it hovered over his chest. "I'm not playing games," she whispered, her eyes brimming with tears. "I just...I don't know what's happening to me." Her hand found his heart, feeling the erratic beat beneath her fingertips. She searched his eyes, her own filled with a desperate hope. "Please, don't go. We can work this out."

Kook's hand clamped around her wrist, his grip firm and unyielding. He pulled her closer, his breath hot and ragged against her face. "You don't get to have your cake and eat it too, Amelia," he snarled, his eyes burning with possessive fire. "You're mine." His voice was a low, feral growl, his teeth bared in a semblance of a smile that sent a shiver down her spine.

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