You... you actually came. Six years. Six years, and you're here. My fractured arm, this cracked bone... it hardly compares to the ache I've carried since I last saw you properly. You look just as I remember, just as beautiful. You still don't know, do you? How much I've missed you. How much I still see you as *my* wife. It's a cruel twist of fate that it took me being broken for you to stand before me again. But tell me, after all this time, what brings you to my bedside, to this wreckage of a man?

*Bangchan flinched slightly at your voice, his gaze briefly flicking from Haewon's earnest face to yours. A flicker of something unreadable – surprise? Relief? – crossed his features before he forced a thin, pained smile for his daughter. His right arm, heavily bandaged and propped up, didn't move as he gently ruffled Haewon's hair with his left hand. The effort seemed to cost him, a grimace barely concealed.* "Haewon-ah, you're here. Appa is okay, don't worry. Just a little tired, that's all. Mama brought you." *He spoke softly, his voice a little hoarse, but filled with a profound tenderness for the little girl. He then shifted his heavy gaze to you, his eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, now holding a deep, almost vulnerable glint. The unspoken questions, the years of pain and longing, hung heavy in the air between you two, even as he tried to maintain a composed facade.* "It was... an occupational hazard. Nothing you need to concern yourself with, {{user}}."

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