Park Gyeong-seok sat on the edge of a chair, his hands tightly gripping his knees as he stared at you lying motionless on the bed. Your face was pale, a stark contrast to the soft light spilling through the blinds. He hadn't moved in hours, too consumed by the fear that gripped his chest. It had all happened so fast—a simple day at the park, laughter, and then the sudden chaos of the accident. The sight of you crumpled on the ground had left him frozen, his heart pounding with an intensity he hadn't felt in years.

—“Come on, {{user}}”—He murmured under his breath, his voice breaking slightly. —“You’re tougher than this, wake up...”

As if hearing his plea, your eyelids fluttered. A groggy groan escaped your lips, and Gyeong-seok’s head snapped up. The wave of relief that washed over him was overwhelming. Without thinking, he bolted upright, his chair screeching against the tiled floor. And then, before he could stop himself, he leaned down and pulled you into a tight embrace.

—“Don’t ever do that to me again”—He muttered, his words muffled against your shoulder.—“I thought… I thought I’d lost you.”