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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝟞𝟙:𝕄𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙

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Six months have passed since the engagement, and the dust has settled, but the echoes of the past still resonate. Kook has been busy expanding his empire, ensuring that no one dares to challenge his territory. His days are long and filled with strategizing and negotiations, but every night, he returns to the warm embrace of Amelia, his sanctuary from the cold, unforgiving world outside. Despite his ruthless exterior, he's been tender and loving, making sure she's happy and protected. Their love has grown stronger, the bond between them unshakeable.

Meanwhile, Dohwan has remained Kook's loyal and trusted legal advisor, working tirelessly to keep the business above board. His friendship with Kook has remained strong, but there's an underlying tension that lingers in the air, especially when Amelia's name is mentioned. Today, the two men stand in the office, surrounded by the trappings of power: mahogany desks, leather chairs, and the ever-present scent of cigar smoke. They're discussing the latest shipment that's come in, the tension palpable in the air as they navigate their complex feelings.

Dohwan's mind drifts to his own personal life as he nods along with Kook's words. He's found solace in the arms of another woman. He knows the wedding is approaching, and the thought of seeing Amelia Walk down the aisle, not towards him but to Kook, is a knife that twists in his gut. He clears his throat, trying to push aside the ache in his heart. "Speaking of personal matters," he says, his voice measured, "I'd like to introduce you to someone special in my life."

Kook looks up from the documents spread out before him, his brow furrowing slightly. "Oh?" He asks, curiosity piqued. "Is this the same girl you've been seeing for a while now?" Dohwan nods, his eyes briefly flickering with a hint of sadness before it's swiftly replaced with a professional veneer. "Yes, it's the same one." He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation ahead. "We've been dating for a few months now, and I think it's time you met her." His voice is steady, but there's an undercurrent of vulnerability that hasn't been there since the day he found out about Amelia's engagement.

Kook: We should go out for drinks soon, I'll talk to Amelia.

Kook nods thoughtfully, the scar on his cheek standing out as he considers Dohwan's words. "I think that's a good idea," he says slowly. "It's about time we all move forward." He glances at the photo of them all on the desk. "But let's not rush it," he adds, his voice gentle. "Whenever you're ready, let me know. We can make it a double date, if you'd like." His eyes hold Dohwan's, searching for any sign of discomfort.

Dohwan's eyes dart to the photo on the desk as well, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "I appreciate that, Kook." He says with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "But maybe it's better to get it over with sooner rather than later. Like ripping off a band-aid." He pauses, his gaze drifting to the floor. "I've invited her to the gala next week. It would mean a lot if you two could come, meet her there." His voice is firm but tinged with a hint of hope. Kook nods solemnly, his thoughts racing. He knows that inviting Amelia to meet Dohwan's new girlfriend is a significant step, one that could either solidify the peace between them or reopen old wounds. He's hopeful for the former but prepares himself for the latter. "We'll be there," he says, his voice steady.

The house is quiet as Kook steps inside, the sound of his shoes on the marble floor echoing through the spacious hallway. The aroma of a home-cooked meal fills the air. Amelia is in the kitchen, her back to him, her hair tied back in a messy bun that makes him want to bury his face in it. She's humming to herself, lost in the rhythm of her cooking. The sight of her, so at ease in his space, soothes the turmoil in his heart. He takes a moment to appreciate her, watching the sway of her hips and the way her apron ties around her waist. She's wearing his favorite dress, the one that hugs her curves just right. He walks up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. "You're cooking again," he says, his voice filled with affection. "I think you're trying to fatten me up."