Soft spot

Healing

Two weeks had passed, filled with care, patience, and Minho’s constant attention, and finally, the news they had both been waiting for arrived. The doctor, with a warm smile, confirmed that Daisy had fully recovered. She could walk again without needing support, and her voice, once reduced to whispers, had returned to its natural softness.

As soon as they were alone, Daisy couldn’t contain her excitement. She grinned at Minho, and before he could say anything, she took a few steps forward, arms outstretched as if to prove she could do it on her own. Minho watched, pride and relief shining in his eyes as she moved across the room confidently, her steps light and sure.

“I told you I’d get better,” she said with a playful smirk, her voice ringing with newfound strength.

Minho chuckled, his heart swelling with pride and affection. “Yes, you did. But that doesn’t mean I’ll stop looking after you.”

Daisy took his hand, her eyes glinting with warmth. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

He pulled her into a gentle hug, holding her close for a moment, savoring the feeling of her healthy, vibrant energy. She was his sunshine, and now that she was fully well, he couldn’t wait to see her at her best, laughing and exploring her world with him at her side.