Yuna:
The next three days passed in a way Yuna had never experienced before.
Slow.
Quiet.
And filled with something she couldn't quite name—but felt deeply.
Ethan never left.
Not once.
---
Every morning, she would wake up to the same scene.
Ethan sitting beside her.
Sometimes working on his laptop.
Sometimes just watching her.
Sometimes… doing nothing at all.
But always there.
On the second day, when she opened her eyes, she found a tray already placed beside her.
Fresh food.
Warm.
Carefully prepared.
"You're awake," Ethan said, without even looking up.
Yuna smiled softly.
"…Did you make this again?"
"Yes."
"You don't even let anyone else cook for me."
"They don't know what you like."
She raised an eyebrow slightly.
"And you do?"
Ethan looked at her then.
"I remember."
Her heart skipped a beat.
She didn't ask what he meant.
She already knew.
---
He fed her again that day.
Even when she insisted she could do it herself.
"Ethan, I can hold a spoon."
"And drop it."
"I won't."
"You will."
She frowned slightly.
"You're being annoying."
"And you're being stubborn."
She huffed—but still opened her mouth when he brought the spoon closer.
Small arguments.
Soft moments.
Everything felt… different.
---
By the third day, Yuna was stronger.
She could sit properly.
Walk a few steps with support.
Her body was healing.
But what changed more—
Was the space between them.
That distance that once existed—
Was gone.
---
That evening, she stood near the large window of the penthouse.
The city lights stretched far below.
Her arms wrapped lightly around herself.
Ethan walked in and stopped when he saw her standing.
"You shouldn't stand too long."
"I'm fine."
"You said that yesterday too."
She turned to him, smiling faintly.
"And I'm still alive."
He didn't smile.
But he walked closer.
"Sit."
"Bossy again."
"Always."
She laughed softly—but didn't argue this time.
He guided her back to the bed.
Carefully.
Like always.
---
There were moments when words weren't needed.
Like when she reached for his hand without thinking—
And he held it without hesitation.
Like when she leaned her head against his shoulder—
And he didn't move.
Like when their eyes met—
And neither of them looked away.
---
That night, as the room dimmed under the chandelier's soft glow—
Yuna looked at him again.
"…Ethan."
He looked up from the file he was reading.
"What?"
"I want to see Luca."
He didn't respond immediately.
She continued softly,
"It's been three days."
"He's fine."
"I know," she said. "But I still want to see him."
Ethan leaned back slightly.
"You're not fully recovered."
"I can walk."
"You get tired easily."
"I'll sit."
"You'll push yourself."
She sighed.
"You're impossible."
"And you're impatient."
She smiled faintly.
"…He's my brother."
Ethan's expression softened just a little.
"I know."
Silence.
Then she added quietly,
"He got hurt… because of me."
Ethan's jaw tightened slightly.
But this time—
He didn't argue.
Because he knew she wouldn't let that go easily.
"…Please," she said softly.
He looked at her for a long moment.
Then—
He stood up.
"Get ready."
Her eyes widened slightly.
"…Really?"
"We're going."
A small smile appeared on her lips.
"Thank you."
---
He helped her get ready.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Even something as simple as walking—
He didn't let her do it alone.
When they stepped out, the security around the place was still tight.
Guards everywhere.
Watching.
Protecting.
Yuna noticed it more this time.
"…You really don't take risks, do you?"
Ethan opened the car door for her.
"No."
---
The drive was quiet.
But not uncomfortable.
Yuna leaned slightly toward the window, watching the city.
After a few minutes, she spoke again.
"…You didn't go to see him in these three days, did you?"
Ethan didn't answer.
She looked at him.
"…You stayed with me instead."
Still no answer.
But she understood.
Her fingers slowly moved—
Resting lightly over his hand.
"…Thank you," she whispered.
He didn't pull away.
---
When they reached the hospital—
Yuna's heart started beating faster.
Not from fear.
But from anticipation.
Ethan helped her out of the car.
His hand steady around her.
They walked inside.
The atmosphere changed instantly.
Doctors.
Nurses.
Movement.
Life.
Yuna felt a little overwhelmed.
But Ethan stayed close.
Guiding her.
Protecting her.
They reached Luca's room.
Yuna paused at the door.
Her fingers tightened slightly.
"…What if he gets angry?"
Ethan looked at her.
"He will."
She sighed.
"…Great."
Then she took a breath—
And pushed the door open.
---
Luca was sitting up on the bed.
His arm bandaged.
Still recovering.
The moment he saw her—
His expression changed.
"Yuna—"
Before he could finish—
She walked toward him quickly.
Ignoring the slight weakness in her steps.
"Are you okay?" she asked immediately.
Luca blinked.
Then frowned.
"You should be asking yourself that."
She didn't care.
"You got shot!"
"And you got kidnapped!"
They both stopped.
Then—
Almost at the same time—
They sighed.
Yuna's eyes softened.
"…I was scared."
Luca's expression softened too.
"…Me too."
Silence.
Then—
He looked at Ethan.
Standing near the door.
Watching.
Always watching.
Luca nodded once.
A silent understanding.
Then looked back at Yuna.
"You're okay now?"
She nodded.
"…I am."
And for the first time since everything happened—
Things felt like they were slowly—
Finally—
Coming back together.