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Minji, a world-renowned athlete, and Hanni, his beloved wife, find their love tested in unimaginable ways. After a devastating accident, Minji is left with the mind of a child, and Hanni is forced to care for him while hiding her heartb...
Minji, despite being trapped in the mind of a five-year-old, still recognized Hanni as his wife through the pictures scattered around their mansion. His memories were jumbled, and though he couldn’t remember their wedding or the love they had shared before the accident, he knew that Hanni was important to him. In his childlike state, he clung to her even more, finding comfort in her presence.
They lived together in Minji’s mansion, sharing the same bedroom, but their relationship had changed. Hanni took on the role of caretaker, gently helping Minji through his day-to-day life. He was playful, often mischievous, and full of energy—sometimes too much for Hanni to handle.
He would wake up early, bouncing around the room, tugging on her arm. “Hanni, Hanni! Let’s go play!” he’d say, his voice full of excitement. Despite her exhaustion, Hanni couldn’t say no to him. She loved him too much to resist his innocent pleas, even though her heart ached, knowing he wasn’t the same Minji she had married.
Minji’s attachment to Hanni only grew stronger. He followed her everywhere, always holding her hand, sometimes refusing to let go even when she needed a moment to herself. He would play with her hair, draw little doodles on her arms, and pull her into silly games around the house. His laughter filled the mansion, but beneath her smiles, Hanni hid the deep pain of missing the man he once was.
Minji would get into trouble often, making a mess of things around the house. One rainy afternoon, he dashed outside, splashing through the puddles and laughing without a care. Hanni had fallen asleep on the couch, unaware of his antics, until she woke up and realized he was gone. Rushing outside, she found him soaked to the bone, spinning around in the rain, his hair plastered to his forehead.
“Minji!” she called, but her voice was gentle. He turned to her, his eyes lighting up as he ran towards her, arms open wide.
“Hanni! Come play in the rain!” he shouted, completely oblivious to the danger. She pulled him inside, but he was still giggling, clinging to her as she dried him off. That night, as they fell asleep together, Minji shivered, and Hanni felt the warmth of his fever.
She woke with a start, her heart racing as she touched his forehead. He was burning up. “Minji...” she whispered, panic flooding her voice. He stirred, whispering her name softly, his small hand reaching out to her. Hanni wasted no time, carefully caring for him, feeding him medicine and holding him close as he hugged her tightly in his sleep. She stayed by his side all night, unable to sleep, her fingers brushing through his damp hair as she fought back tears. Minji, even in his fevered state, clung to her, whispering, “Hanni, don’t go.”
In the morning, the fever subsided, and Minji woke up with his usual energy, immediately running around the house as if nothing had happened. Hanni, exhausted, tried her best to keep up, but she struggled to control her emotions. She had been so worried about him, yet he didn’t even realize the danger he had been in.
One afternoon, after another exhausting day, Hanni’s emotions finally caught up with her. Minji had been making trouble again, refusing to listen to her as he ran around the house, spilling things, and causing chaos. She was at her limit, but then he did something unexpected.
While she was sitting on the couch, trying to calm herself down, Minji crawled up beside her, resting his head on her shoulder. “Hanni,” he said softly, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sad.”
Her heart melted at his words. Even though he didn’t remember their past, he still cared about her in his own way. He wiped a tear from her cheek, and in that moment, Hanni couldn’t hold back her feelings anymore. She turned towards him, her emotions spilling over as she kissed him, her lips pressing against his in a mix of love and longing.
Minji, though confused, responded to her kiss. He didn’t understand what it meant, but he mimicked her actions, his lips moving gently against hers. The kiss lasted longer than either of them expected, and when they finally pulled away, Minji looked at her with wide, innocent eyes.
“Hanni,” he whispered, his voice soft, “why does kissing you make me feel warm inside?”
Hanni’s heart broke and swelled at the same time. She couldn’t help but smile through her tears, brushing her fingers through his hair. “Because... that’s what love feels like, Minji.”
Minji didn’t fully understand what love meant, but he liked the feeling. So, every day after that, he would kiss Hanni, pressing his lips against hers with the same childlike wonder. It became a habit, something that brought him joy, even though he didn’t grasp the full meaning behind it.
For Hanni, each kiss was bittersweet. Minji’s innocence remained, his childlike behavior never wavering, but those moments of closeness reminded her of the love they had shared before the accident. She cherished each kiss, even though it hurt, and she couldn’t help but fall more in love with him every day.
Despite his memory loss, Minji cared for Hanni in small, simple ways. He would bring her flowers from the garden, make her laugh with silly faces, and hold her hand as they walked together. He didn’t remember their past, but his heart still recognized her as the most important person in his life. His kisses, though innocent, held the same passion as before, and for Hanni, that was enough.
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