'I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you.'
Coming from a wealthy family was never the major flex in her life. To others, she might come off as a rich spoilt brat but the reality was far from what they perceived her to be.
In a world...
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Healing wasn't a straight line, and Miyeon had known that from the start. But in the month since her release from the hospital, she had come to understand just how many shapes healing could take.
Some days it looked like silent mornings, like her mother brushing her hair while Mirae braided daisies into it. Other days, it came in uncomfortable silences with her father that slowly turned into small, cautious conversations over coffee, over Mirae's homework, over childhood stories no one had dared to speak aloud in years.
And though Miyeon still hadn't fully let the wall down between her and her father, it was... lower. Because in the end, he had loved his family the only way he knew how. By trying to keep it together, even when the truth was rotting it from the inside.
He wasn't perfect, but he had lost his older brother, his parents, his sense of control, and still, he had shown up at her bedside every day without fail. That had to mean something.
The first few weeks had been harder than she let on.
The cast on her dominant hand made eating, texting, even holding a spoon feel like a battle. But no one ever let her fight it alone. Nari fed her like she was royalty and teased her mercilessly while doing it.
Sohee and Mirae decorated her crutches with stickers and glitter pens until she threatened to throw them both out the window. Dino carried her wheelchair like it weighed nothing, even up stairs, even when she complained.
Even others had come to visit her every other day without a fail. Sometimes bringing flowers and other times just bringing their presence. Just yesterday she had sat outside in the rose garden alongside Joshua, Dokyeom, Yewon and Mingyu talking about anything and yet everything.
And then there were Jeonghan and Wonwoo.
Her best friend and her boyfriend. Fierce, gentle, unwavering.
They were always there. Whether it was keeping track of her medications, adjusting her pillows when she couldn't get comfortable, or snapping at her every time she tried to move too much on her own, they were both relentless in their care.
Jeonghan wouldn't even let her get out of bed without supervision for the first week, which led to a dramatic showdown in the kitchen that ended with him apologizing with a bouquet and her threatening to shove it in his face.
But even as her body healed, Miyeon couldn't always escape the shadows that followed her in the quiet hours.
Some nights, the weight of it all returned in waves, flashes of the explosion, the sharp impact of the crash, the echo of her uncle's voice. She'd wake up drenched in sweat, breath caught in her throat, her hands shaking long after her eyes opened.
