・❥・ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴜꜱʜ ʙᴏʏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ. Happily married and eagerly awaiting San's return from his mandatory military service, Wooyoung busies himself building their home and nurturing their dreams. Just as everything seems to be going perfectly, unexpec...
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As the first light of morning filtered through the windows, I moved through the house, bustling with a mix of excitement and a touch of nervous energy. San was still asleep, catching those last precious moments of rest before our journey, while little Han was content on his play mat, his tiny fingers reaching for the colorful, swinging toys above him. Watching him, a warm smile spread across my face. His innocent delight in such simple pleasures reminded me to savor these moments.
I continued tidying up, wiping down the counters and arranging everything neatly on the kitchen island. It was important to leave the house in order, knowing we'd be away for a week. I had double-checked our bags the night before; everything was packed, each item carefully considered to ensure we had everything we needed for our stay in Namhae.
The anticipation of the trip had kept me awake longer than usual last night. The thought of visiting Namhae—a place painted in San's stories as tranquil and picturesque, so starkly different from the bustling energy of Seoul—filled me with curiosity. San had described it with such affection that it felt like a part of him, a piece of his heart that he was now ready to share with me and Han.
As I moved about, I found myself visualizing the quiet streets, the rustic charm of the local market, and the gentle waves of the sea that San had described as having framed his childhood adventures. The contrast to our urban life was appealing, promising a serenity that seemed almost otherworldly.
Finishing up my cleaning, I glanced over at San, who was just beginning to stir in the bedroom. I decided to prepare a quick breakfast, something light to start our day before the journey. As I cracked eggs into a pan, my mind wandered to the upcoming days. This trip was not just a vacation; it was a pilgrimage to the place that had shaped the man I loved. It was a chance to see the world through his eyes, to share in the memories that lingered in the air and the soil of his hometown.
By the time San joined me in the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and smiling at the sight of Han and me, I had set out plates of scrambled eggs and fresh fruit on the table.
"Good morning," I greeted him cheerfully, handing him a cup of coffee. "Ready to show us your old stomping grounds?"
San's smile widened, his eyes lighting up with anticipation. "Absolutely," he replied, his enthusiasm infectious. "It's going to be an amazing week."
As I cooked the bacon until it sizzled and flipped the pancakes to a perfect golden brown, I caught San sneaking his hand toward the freshly scrambled eggs. I slapped it away playfully, and he laughed, a sound that filled the kitchen with warmth and familiarity.
"Just a few more minutes," I teased, knowing full well he was impatient when it came to his breakfast, especially when it smelled as inviting as it did.
Once everything was ready, I carefully arranged the pancakes and bacon on his plate, ensuring it looked as tempting as it tasted. As I approached him with the plate, he looked up at me with a smile that never failed to make my heart skip a beat. His hand reached out, wrapping around my leg and pulling me closer, his grip gentle yet firm.
