Chapter 4- How to love Myul-mang

  In the dim light of the evening, Dong-kyung's strength finally gave way, and she slumped against Myul-mang's chest, her breathing shallow and uneven. Concern etched deep lines in Myul-mang's features as he felt her weight sag against him. With a sense of urgency, he snapped his fingers, transporting them both to the nearest hospital.

In a curious twist of fate, Myul-mang's snap not only transported them to the hospital but to Seoul National University Hospital, the very place where Shin resided in her hospital room. This unexpected convergence of their paths added an extra layer of complexity to an already fraught situation.

The sterile scent of antiseptic greeted them as they materialized in the hospital lobby, the harsh fluorescent lights casting stark shadows across the linoleum floor. Myul-mang wasted no time in seeking help, his eyes darting around the bustling emergency room until he spotted a nurse hurrying past.

"Help," he called out, his voice tight with worry as he gently lowered Dong-kyung onto a nearby gurney. "Please, she needs help."

The nurse hurried over, her brow furrowing in concern as she assessed Dong-kyung's condition. Myul-mang hovered anxiously by her side, his heart pounding with fear as he waited for news of her well-being.

As doctors and nurses bustled around them, Myul-mang remained a steadfast presence at Dong-kyung's side, his gaze never leaving her pale, unconscious face. In the quiet stillness of the hospital room, he silently prayed for her swift recovery, his heart heavy with worry for the woman who had come to mean so much to him.

As he sat beside her hospital bed, holding her hand in his, the immortal doom's eyes, typically cold and emotionless, betrayed him. A solitary tear escaped, trailing down his cheek, a silent testament to the turmoil within his seemingly unbreakable facade. He whispered to himself, his voice barely a whisper in the quiet of the hospital room, "Why? Why is my heart aching for her when I am more pitiful than her, when I am the one who has suffered more?"

The unexpected tear prompted a whisper from Myul-mang, his voice laced with disbelief and frustration. "Shin, Goddess of Fate, what are you playing at? I have never shed a tear in all of my thousand years of existence."

As the scene shifts to the rooftop of the hospital, Shin stands amidst the potted plants, her hands gently cradling a watering can. The soft murmur of the city below provides a soothing backdrop as she speaks.

Shin muses, her voice carrying a hint of wistfulness,"Once in a while,even the butterfly I created needs to feel emotions for my flowers."

"As the goddess of fate, I've learned that in life, nothing comes free," Shin murmured softly, her gaze fixed on the sprawling city below. "Every choice, every action, carries a cost. There are no exceptions."

Dong-kyung slowly fluttered her eyes open, the soft light filtering through the hospital room casting a gentle glow. As her vision adjusted, she saw Myul-Mang, the immortal doom, sleeping soundly beside her, his hand clasped gently in hers.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Dong-kyung's lips as she watched him, the lines of tension that usually marked his face softened in sleep. With a gentle touch, she reached out and lightly nudged his shoulder, coaxing him awake.

"Myul-Mang," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, "it's time to wake up."

As they strolled along the rooftop, Myul-Mang's keen eyes caught sight of Shin, tending to the plants with a serene grace that seemed to envelop her like a protective aura. With a soft smile, he gently guided Dong-kyung towards her, his hand warm against hers.

"Dong-kyung," he murmured, his voice low and reverent, "I want you to meet someone very special. This is Shin, the goddess of fate."

Dong-kyung's eyes widened in astonishment, her gaze flickering between Myul-Mang and Shin in disbelief. She had heard tales of the goddess, but to stand before her now, in the flesh, was beyond anything she had ever imagined.

  As they strolled along the rooftop, Myul-Mang's keen eyes caught sight of Shin, tending to the plants with a serene grace that seemed to envelop her like a protective aura. With a soft smile, he gently guided Dong-kyung towards her, his hand warm against hers.

"Why are you in this form? A form of a sick teenager with heart tumour" she asked, her voice filled with a mixture of awe and confusion. "Why do you suffer like this?"

Shin's words hung in the air, carrying with them a weight of solemn truth that resonated deep within Dong-kyung's heart. She gazed at the goddess before her, her eyes reflecting a mix of compassion and understanding.

"Someone needs to suffer for the world to be alive," Shin repeated, her voice soft but resolute. "It is the nature of balance, the cycle of life and death. I bear this burden so that others may thrive."

Dong-kyung listened in silence, her mind swirling with a myriad of emotions. She couldn't imagine the weight of such a responsibility, the sacrifices that Shin must endure for the sake of humanity.

As they stood together on the rooftop, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, Dong-kyung couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of admiration and reverence for the goddess before her. And in that moment, she realized that perhaps there was more to fate than she had ever dared to imagine.

In the wake of Shin's sudden action, Dong-kyung found herself stunned, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and confusion. She watched in disbelief as Myul-mang vanished from sight, leaving her alone with the enigmatic goddess.

"Tak Dong-kyung," Shin spoke, her voice gentle yet firm, "you will not make the wish for doom upon the earth."

Dong-kyung's breath caught in her throat, her mind racing as she tried to comprehend the gravity of Shin's words. She struggled to find her voice, her thoughts swirling with uncertainty and doubt.

"Why?" she finally managed to whisper, her voice trembling with emotion. "Why can't I make the wish?"

As the midnight sky stretched out above them, Shin turned her gaze towards the stars, her expression unreadable yet filled with a quiet resolve.

"It's time for you both to return to the hospital room," she announced coldly, her voice carrying a weight of finality.

Myul-mang let out a heavy sigh, his eyes flickering with a mixture of frustration and resignation as he acknowledged Shin's words. Without another word, he gently took Dong-kyung's hand in his own, a silent reassurance amidst the uncertainty that lay ahead.

Together, they vanished from the rooftop, leaving behind the silent expanse of the night sky and the enigmatic presence of the goddess who watched over them with a sense of quiet contemplation.

Meanwhile, Shin contemplated the stars, lost in thought, pondering the intricacies of fate and existence.

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