𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 / 𝘙𝘪𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤

𝘊𝘩 : 7 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮

Taesan sat by Leehan's bedside, his heart heavy with worry. It had been a month since the attack, and Leehan had yet to wake up. Taesan gently brushed a strand of hair from Leehan's forehead, his voice a soft whisper.

"I miss you, Leehan," he murmured. "I miss your teasing, your laughter. This place isn't the same without you."

As he spoke, Woonhee quietly entered the room. She knew how much Taesan was struggling with Leehan's condition and wanted to offer some comfort. She sat beside him, her presence a silent support.

Taesan, lost in his memories, began to share a story. "Did I ever tell you about the time Leehan and I got lost in the forest? We were just kids, and he insisted he knew the way back. We ended up wandering for hours, but he never admitted he was lost. He just kept making up stories to keep me calm."

Woonhee smiled, listening intently. "He sounds like a wonderful friend."

Taesan nodded, his eyes misty. "He is. And I can't lose him."

As Woonhee stood to leave, she accidentally bumped into a table, losing her balance. She fell forward, landing in Taesan's lap. The sudden movement jolted Leehan awake. His eyes fluttered open, and the sight before him shattered his heart.

"Leehan!" Taesan exclaimed, his voice filled with relief. He tried to help Leehan, but Leehan pushed him away, his eyes filled with pain and betrayal.

Riwoo entered the room, his face lighting up with joy at seeing Leehan awake. "Leehan, you're back!" He rushed to his side, showering him with love and care. "Don't worry, we'll take care of you."

Leehan managed a weak smile, but his heart was heavy with the sight he had woken up to. Taesan's closeness with Woonhee had cut deep, and he couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal.

Months passed, and the island remained in a state of tension. The girls insisted on returning home, but the ongoing war had closed all routes. They were trapped, and the reality of the island's dangers became more apparent.

During this time, Villoria and Riwoo grew closer. Their initial misunderstandings gave way to a deeper connection. Villoria's loud and extroverted nature clashed with Riwoo's reserved demeanor, but it also intrigued him.

One evening, as they walked along the beach, Villoria turned to Riwoo. "You know, you're not as bad as I thought," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

Riwoo chuckled, shaking his head. "And you're louder than I ever imagined."

Villoria laughed, the sound carrying over the waves. "I can't help it. It's who I am."

Riwoo's expression softened. "I know. And I wouldn't change it."

Their conversations grew longer, and their walks became a nightly ritual. Riwoo found himself looking forward to their time together, and Villoria began to see a different side of him—one that was caring and protective.

Meanwhile, the tension between Taesan, Leehan, and Woonhee continued to grow. Leehan's recovery was slow, and his feelings of betrayal lingered. Taesan tried to explain, but Leehan's hurt ran deep.

One afternoon, Taesan found Leehan sitting alone in the garden. He approached cautiously, his heart aching with the need to make things right.

"Leehan, please listen to me," Taesan began, his voice pleading. "What you saw... it wasn't what you think."

Leehan looked up, his eyes filled with pain. "Then what was it, Taesan? Because it looked like you had moved on."

Taesan shook his head, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I could never move on from you. I was just trying to cope with the fear of losing you."

Leehan's expression softened slightly, but the hurt was still there. "I need time, Taesan. I need to figure out how to trust you again."

Taesan nodded, his heart heavy. "Take all the time you need. I'll be here, waiting."

As the days turned into weeks, the island's inhabitants continued to navigate their complex relationships. Riwoo and Villoria's bond grew stronger, while Taesan and Leehan struggled to rebuild their trust. The war raged on, and the island remained a place of both danger and unexpected connections.