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You are always my special
When you're feeling frustrated and can't do anything
You always cry for me
Because you are that kind of person
I want to protect you with these hands
That's all that makes me strong
Every time I meet you, I'm even more attracted to you
-Kitto Zutto-TXT-
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As evening descended, the hospital room was changed from soft, amber glow from the setting sun to the lights in the room.
Jeongin and Seungmin have gone out again, this time to collect medical supplies for Hana.
The door to her room opened softly, and Minho stepped in, his presence immediately bringing a glow on her face. He was dressed in casual clothes, having changed from his earlier attire. His eyes met Hana's with a mix of concern and relief as he approached her bedside.
"Minho, you're here."
She said enthusiastically.
"Hey," Minho said, his voice gentle but carrying the weight of a long day.
"How are you feeling?"
Hana offered a small smile, one that didn't quite reach her eyes but was nonetheless genuine. "I'm okay. How about you?"
Minho took a seat in the chair beside her bed, his gaze never leaving her face. "Busy. But I'm glad to be here. Did Dr. Shin come to visit you?"
"Right she did. I told her I'm ready for therapy."
Minho's eyes softened with relief.
"That's good to hear. What else?"
"Nothing, that's all."
She said blankly.
Minho sensed that Hana's response was just as guarded as usual. He knew she was making an effort to seem okay, but the forced cheerfulness in her tone was hard to miss.
He leaned forward slightly, trying to read her expression.
"Just that?"
Hana shook her head no and looked away, her gaze shifting to the window as if searching for something outside to focus on.
"Okay. Is something bothering you?"
"Yes."
She answered in one word.
"Well, I could hear you out, if you want."
Hana took a deep breath, her fingers twisting anxiously in her lap. Minho's offer hung in the air, his gaze steady and expectant.
"It's just... I'm not sure why but," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. She avoided looking at him, her eyes fixed on a point just beyond the window.
"I'm still messed up, you know? Leaving the hospital isn't going to make things better."
"Hana, if this is about what I said-"
"No Minho, you weren't wrong. And I also told you I know I'm a mess."
"It's not a mess you can't fix."
"What makes you think I can do it?"
She asked as a tear fell on her cheek.
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