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The low hum of the rice cooker filled the small kitchen, warm light pooling over the chipped wooden table. The scent of soybean paste stew clung to the air, mixing with the faint antiseptic smell of the bandage peeking from Geon-woo's sleeve. His scarred cheek caught the light as he glanced at you, then away, his fingers fidgeting with his spoon. His mom smiled, ladling more soup into your bowl. The silence between you three was heavy, filled with unspoken months. Geon-woo finally cleared his throat, his voice soft, almost lost in the steam. "So, how's medical school?" He asked, but his eyes said something else—something that lingered on the space between you.