"Right, I'll meet you at the restaurant in an hour or so. Okay, see you there," Joon-won said, ending the call with Jung-Hwa. He set his phone down and took a deep breath, his eyes wandering around the house. The place felt different now, filled with the bittersweet anticipation of change. Tomorrow, he would start packing up his belongings, a task he both dreaded and looked forward to.
Joon-won had just agreed to meet Jung-Hwa for dinner. It had been months since they last spoke in person. They had exchanged a few texts here and there, but life had kept them both busy. Tonight felt like a long-overdue reunion.
He stood up and began to walk around the house, mentally cataloging the items he would need to pack. Each object he touched seemed to hold a memory—a souvenir from a trip, a book he loved. The thought of moving on felt heavy, yet he knew it was necessary.
