POV: Female Lead ( Ha-neul)
The kiss was soft. Slow. Undeniable.
Min-jae's fingers rested against her cheek, his thumb brushing gently over her skin.
Ha-neul's eyes fluttered closed as she melted into him. It was real.
No more games. No more pretending.
She loved him.
And he loved her.
When they finally pulled apart, Min-jae's forehead rested against hers. His breathing was uneven, but his lips curled into a faint smile.
"I should get injured more often," he murmured.
She rolled her eyes, but her heart was racing.
"You're impossible," she whispered.
His grip tightened around her hand. "I don't ever want to lose you, Ha-neul."
"You won't," she promised.
She meant it.
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Two weeks later
Min-jae was finally allowed to leave the hospital.
The first steps out of his room were shaky. His body was still weak.
But Ha-neul was there, her arm steady around him.
"Take it slow," she murmured.
"Slow isn't my style," he muttered.
She laughed softly.
They walked through the hospital hallway, Jin-ho waiting near the exit.
"Look who's back from the dead," Jin-ho smirked.
Min-jae scowled. "You missed me."
Jin-ho shrugged. "Not really."
Ha-neul shook her head. "Can we go home now?"
Min-jae glanced at her, something unreadable in his gaze.
"Home," he repeated.
Something about that word made her chest tighten.
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The drive back to Min-jae's penthouse was quiet.
When they stepped inside, she expected him to rest immediately.
Instead, he turned to her.
"You're staying, right?"
She hesitated.
"Min-jae, I—"
He reached for her hand. "Stay with me, Ha-neul. I don't want to wake up alone."
Her throat tightened.
She understood.
She had almost lost him too.
She nodded.
"I'll stay."
His smile was soft.
And as she helped him settle into bed, she realized—
She had already found her home.
It was him.
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