Shore To Be || Hong Eunchae

Shore To Be |Chapter 24|

"Loved you yesterday, love you still, always have, always will."

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"I swear I couldn't love you more than I do right now, and yet I know I will tomorrow."

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"When I say I love you more, I don't mean I love you more than you love me. I mean I love you more than the bad days ahead of us, I love you more than any fight we will ever have. I love you more than the distance between us, I love you more than any obstacle that could try and come between us. I love you the most."

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"I saw that you were perfect, and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more."

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Y/N POV

It's been five years since Le Sserafim disbanded, and things have slowed down in a way I never imagined they would. Eunchae and I had been dating ever since the group parted ways, and in all honesty, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

I was cooking in the small restaurant I owned on the outskirts of Seoul, a quiet place tucked away from the busier city areas. Grandma's recipes filled the place with the kind of warmth you can't fake. The restaurant was my pride and joy, something I'd built with the help of the savings Grandma left me. Every day I came in, it felt like she was still with me, guiding me with every dish I prepared.

As I stood by the stove, I heard the familiar jingle of the bell above the door.

"We're closed!" I called out, wiping my hands on the apron wrapped around my waist. It was late, and I'd just finished cleaning up for the night. But before I could shoo away whoever had come in, I felt arms wrap around me from behind. The scent of her perfume was unmistakable, and a smile broke across my face before I even heard her speak.

"Not even for your me?" Her voice was soft, playful, and filled with that teasing tone I had grown so used to over the years.

I turned around, and sure enough, there she was—Eunchae, grinning at me with those eyes that always sparkled just a little too mischievously. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, and she wore a casual jacket and jeans. Still, to me, she was breathtaking, no matter what.

I smirked, feigning seriousness. "No exceptions. We're closed."

She pouted, playfully hitting my arm. "You're terrible."

I laughed, grabbing her hand and pulling her into a hug. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Go sit down. I'll make us something."

She smiled at me, her eyes warm and filled with love, before heading to one of the small tables by the window. The place was empty, just the two of us. Honestly, I couldn't have asked for a better way to end the day.