A Decade of Lost Time and Lingering Memories
The night you shared was never meant to be more than a fleeting connection. But even as you both drifted apart, the memory of that night and the feelings you couldn't shake lingered in the corners of your...
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Seungcheol held the car door open for you with a dramatic bow. "Where did you get a car?" you asked, raising a brow. With a smirk that could melt glaciers, he said, "I can get the universe for you, heart. What’s a car in comparison?" You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. "Uh! Cheesy!"
He slipped into the driver’s seat, fingers confidently tapping the GPS as the soft click of the seatbelt echoed in the air. "You’re fully prepared, huh?" you teased. "I am," he replied smoothly. "But really, where did this car come from? It smells suspiciously... luxurious." "Daniel worked his magic," Seungcheol chuckled, pulling out onto the road. "Aw, they’re such sweethearts." "Mm. We’re lucky to have them." ---
His first surprise stop: Fiskekompaniet Sjøsiden. The scent of freshly baked bread and savory broths wrapped around you as you both sat by the window, watching the cold Norwegian waves shimmer under the morning sun. "Can I taste yours?" you asked, already eyeing his bowl. Without hesitation, Seungcheol pushed it toward you with a fond smile. "Mmm! Mine’s still better," you declared dramatically. He laughed, the kind of laugh that lit up your entire morning. "Here," you said, offering him a spoonful of yours. He leaned forward and tasted it. "Okay, yeah, that's good. You win... this round." ---
After breakfast, he led you hand in hand into Galleri Nord. "Let’s take a piece of Norway home with us. A souvenir?" he offered. You nodded, eyes gleaming. "I like that one," you said, pointing to a delicate wooden carving. Seungcheol held it up, then spotted another. "This one’s cute too... Let’s just take both!" You burst into laughter. "You’re terrible at choosing just one thing." He grinned. "That’s because I already chose the best thing—you." ---
Next stop: Blåst Glassblowing Studio. The moment you stepped inside, your eyes widened. The studio glowed with the soft shimmer of colorful glass – vases, figurines, and glowing orbs that danced with light. "It’s so pretty here," you whispered in awe, fingers gently brushing the edge of a glimmering blue vase. "It’s pretty because you're here," Seungcheol said, the cheesiness flowing as naturally as his affection. You wheezed and playfully swatted his arm. "Ugh, baby daddy’s so cheesy! If our baby’s a boy, you’re not teaching him this." Seungcheol chuckled. "Don’t worry. He’ll learn from the best—me. But let’s not forget, he’s got twelve uncles who are way worse." "And aunties who are absolute menaces," you shot back, both of you laughing so hard you had to stop walking.
You high-fived mid-laughter, sealing the moment with pure joy before selecting a few of the shimmering glass pieces together—keepsakes of love and laughter in a country that had quietly woven its magic around your heart. ---
After browsing through the charming shops, Seungcheol drove you towards Wabi Sabi, another treasure trove of unique finds. You pulled out a ring, holding it up with a questioning look. "Should I get this one?" you asked, your eyes flicking between it and another design. Seungcheol gave you a playful smirk. "Why not both?" You laughed, shaking your head. "Of course you'd say that!" "But seriously, you can take both," he winked.
