Sana and the man arrived at the hospital, spotting her three brothers already waiting.
She sighed, unbuckling her seat belt. "See? I told you right! . These three would make a huge deal out of even a small cut."
The man chuckled. "I'm feeling bad for your guy. He better treat you like a princess too, or else your brothers gonna break his bones"
Shaking her head she chuckled, and then noticed Salman approaching. He opened the car door for her.
"Oppa, it's not a big deal. Just a tiny scratch," she said, giving him a pointed look.
Salman leaned in dramatically, holding her hand and inspecting her arm.
"Not a big deal? Your arm is bleeding like crazy, princess!"Sana bit her lip, disbelief all over her face.
"Oppa, I'm not a kid anymore!"Ignoring her words, he gently helped her out of the car, then his gaze shifted to the man still sitting in the driver's seat.
"Thanks for bringing her here. I'm sure she gave you a hard time about it—she's a bit stubborn."
Sana stared at Salman, surprised.
"Seriously? Oppa, I wouldn't—"Salman cut her off with a smirk.
"Of course you would. You yell at anyone who doesn't listen to you. Now come on, let's get that wound treated."Shaking her head in disbelief, she followed him inside.
Meanwhile Rayhan and Rafan had already set up the VIP room, making it feel like Sana was about to undergo some life-saving procedure. The sleek furniture, the attentive nurse, and the private doctor made her roll her eyes. It was way too serious for what was, in her opinion, a minor scratch.
Sana strolled in, raising an eyebrow at the setup. "Oppa, a VIP room? For *this*?" She gestured dramatically at the small wound on her arm.
Rayhan, arms folded, gave her a stern look. "Just zip your mouth and get treated, princess."
Sana groaned, flopping onto the hospital bed. "You guys are being so dramatic. It's not like I need surgery."
Rafan, lounging in one of the fancy chairs, shook his head, playing along with Rayhan's seriousness. "You think this is a joke? That scratch could've gotten infected because of your stubbornness."
Sana couldn't help but roll her eyes again, feeling both touched and exasperated by her brothers' overprotectiveness.
"You guys are impossible," she muttered
Rayhan, standing beside the bed, crossed his arms and smirked. "Impossible? Nah, we just care about you, princess."
Rafan added, "You should be grateful. Most people would kill for this kind of VIP treatment."
Sana shot him a playful glare. "Grateful for what? For being treated like a child?"
Salman, still by her side, chuckled softly. "You're always going to be our little sister, no matter how old you get."
Sana sighed dramatically, sinking deeper into the bed. "Yeah, yeah. But next time, can we tone it down a little? I don't think the entire hospital needs to be involved for a paper cut."
The man, who had been watching the entire scene from the doorway, smiled and shook his head. He admired how close the siblings were and how even in the midst of their playful banter, the love and care they had for each other were undeniable.
"Well," he said, stepping into the room, "I think I'm going to leave you guys to it. Clearly, She is in good hands."
Salman shot him a grateful look. "Thanks again. We'll take it from here."
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Red petal || KTH
RomanceThe story follows the unexpected encounter between Mr. Kim Taehyung, the world's biggest business tycoon also the underworld mafia king, and Sana, a pious and modest girl devoted to her faith. Initially, Taehyung didn't plan to fall in love with her...