As the time for Micha's departure drew near, So Hyung called a motorist to take her back to the town where she lived. The weight of their impending separation hung heavily in the air, making every moment feel both precious and painful. Standing by the door, So Hyung gently cupped Micha's face, his eyes filled with kindness. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her front, delaying there as if trying to brand the moment in his memory.
Also, with his lips near to her observance, he whispered, "I love you, darling. Trip safe, and when you reach home, call me. Micha's heart pained as she swayed, her eyes brimming with slashes that she tried to hold back. The study of leaving him behind made her casket strain with anguish, yet she knew she had to go.
As she climbed into the auto, she turned to look at So Hyung one last time, their eyes locking in a silent exchange of love and craving. The auto began to pull down, and as the distance between them grew, so did the sadness in Micha's heart.
She felt the sting of slashes slipping down her cheeks as the accomplishment of their separation sank in. Indeed as the megacity skyline came into view, her considerations remained with him, and the warmth of his bruited words echoed in her mind, a bittersweet comfort on the trip back home.
Micha's studies were filled with the image of him as she walked the familiar path back home, her heart caught in a whirlwind of feelings. The sky had begun to color with the colors of the setting sun, casting a soft gleam around her. As she reached the entrance of her house, she was met with the warmest of salutes — her mama and her little family, So Eun Min, stood there staying, their grins lighting up the scene indeed more than the golden evening light.
"Micha, you are home!" her mom blurted, her voice filled with love and joy. So Eun Min, with his innocent grin, ran to her, girting his small arms around her waist. Micha bent down, hugging him tightly, her heart swelling with the chastity of his affection.
"Mom! Did you get home before me? Why didn't you call to let me know you had formally arrived?" Micha asked, a spiteful tone in her voice as she tried to mask the slight guilt washing within her. She had told her mom she'd be meeting familiars, but in reality, she had spent the evening in the arms of her cherished son, So Hyung.
Her mom smiled softly, a knowing look in her eyes, but with the grace only a mom possesses, she chose not to press further. "I didn't want to disturb you while you were enjoying time with your confidants," she replied gently, her voice filled with understanding.
Micha's heart fluttered with a fusion of gratefulness and embarrassment. Her mom always felt to understand her without demanding to ask for explanations. For a brief moment, Micha scruple, but also, she beamed, her love for her mom swelling within her. "Mom," Micha said, her voice tender, "you're the stylish. You always understand everything, and you're my favorite person in the whole world. "
Her mom's eyes softened, and she reached out to touch Micha's impertinence with a tender love, the implied bond between them speaking louder than words ever could. Hand in hand, they turned and walked into the warmth of their home, So Eun Min skipping beside them, unconscious to the silent exchange of feelings between his family and mom.
As they stepped outside, Micha felt a profound sense of peace marshland over her. Despite the swirling thoughts and the secrets she kept close to her heart, there was nothing further comforting than being with her family. In her mom's quiet acceptance and her family's innocent snicker, Micha set up a moment of solace, a place where love was simple, pure, and unwavering.
As Micha stepped through the frontal door, a surge of warmth chatted her, not just from the familiar scent of home but from the presence of her entire family. Her father, grandpa, and grandma were all gathered in the sitting room, their faces lighting up as she entered.
"Drink back, Micha," her grandpa said, his voice full of affection and pride. He'd always been her godfather in spirit, guiding her with wisdom and love. His weathered face softened as he spoke, his eyes twinkling with the joy of seeing her.
"Thank you, godfather," Micha replied, her heart swelling at the sight of her cherished family. The home felt like a sanctuary, where generations of love and care intertwined. After chatting with them, she made her way upstairs to her bedroom, the familiar path bringing a sense of calm over her. She took a long, warm bath, letting the day's studies and feelings melt down, before changing into a comfortable commodity and returning to the sitting room to join her family.
As she sat down, the room felt alive with warmth and discussion. Her father was speaking about the family business, as he frequently did, and her grandparents added their studies, participating stories of the history and dreams for the future. Micha heeded hardly, feeling the deep sense of responsibility that came with being part of a commodity so much bigger than herself. She knew she had an important part to play.
After some time, her grandpa spoke again, his voice kind but filled with purpose. "We've been talking, and we've decided that it's time for us to move back to the company mansion. It's been a while since we've stayed there, and it feels like the right time. Micha, you are, of course, further than welcome to come with us. "
Her heart warmed at the offer, but Micha had plans of her own. She wanted to make their company indeed stronger, to nurture the people who worked there, and to make commodities that reflected her vision for the future. Looking at her grandpa with a gentle but determined smile, she said, " I would love to join you, but there's a commodity I need to do first. I want to concentrate on perfecting the company, not just in business but in the way we watch for our workers and the culture we produce. I want to choose the right people to help us grow, to make sure our company is a place of integrity and strength. "
Her family heeded, seesawing courteously. They had always trusted her judgment, knowing she had the wisdom and drive to take the company to new heights. Her grandpa smiled, the pride apparent in his eyes. "That's applaudable, Micha. We trust you. We'll be resting at the manse, and if you ever need anything, just call. We're always there for you. "
"When will you leave for the manse?" Micha asked vocally, formerly feeling the bittersweet tincture of their forthcoming departure.
"We'll move in the coming week," her grandpa responded, his voice steady but filled with warmth. Micha jounced, feeling the weight of time and the significance of the moment. She'd miss them while they were down, but she knew this was her time to take the arm, to prove herself, not just as their son and granddaughter but as a leader.
For now, however, she simply cherished the evening spent in their h0me, knowing that moments like these were the true treasures of her life.
After finishing an enjoyable dinner with her family, filled with giggles and cherished exchanges, Micha made her way back to her room. The soft gleam of the moon filtered through her window, casting a serene light over her space, creating an atmosphere of peace. Yet, amidst the tranquility, her heart stirred with a craving that she couldn't ignore. She had been allowed to call So Hyung the moment she returned home, but the presence of her family had made her reluctant. Now, with the quiet of the night boxing her, she picked up her phone, her fingers gently tracing his name before pressing the call button.
The phone peeled only formally before she heard his familiar voice on the other end." Micha," So Hyung's voice was warm, filled with a mixture of surprise and affection." You're home beforehand, I was waiting to hear from you."
Micha smiled, her heart fluttering at the sound of his voice." I wanted to call you the moment I got home," she began, her voice soft and sweet," but my family was there, and I didn't want to feel distracted. But now, I'm then and I'm all yours."
A gentle cackle escaped from So Hyung." All mine?" he teased, though his voice was filled with a warm-heartedness that only strengthened Micha's affection for him." I missed you, you know. Moment felt so short, indeed though we spent hours together."
Micha leaned back against her pillows, her heart swelling with love as she spoke." I missed you too, indeed though it hasn't been that long. I kept thinking about when we were together before, how perfect everything felt. Every moment with you feels like magic."
His voice softened." You make everything feel that way, Micha. Being with you, talking to you. It's like nothing differently in the world matters." There was a pause, a silence so full of affection that it felt like his presence was right beside her." When can I see you again?"
Micha's lips entwined into a small, antic smile." Soon," she whispered." I want to be with you again soon, to feel your arms around me and to hear your voice without a phone between us." Her words were soft, intimate, and filled with the craving that dallied between them.
They talked late into the night, participating in small moments from their day, reliving the tenderness of their last meeting, and making promises of the future. The discussion flowed fluently, their words like a gentle formality of affection and love. So Hyung told her how beautiful she looked when they met before, how he couldn't take his eyes off her, and how every moment with her felt like a gift he no way wanted to let go of.
Micha flushed, her heart full of warmth." You always know how to say the right things," she muttered." But more than your words, it's the way you make me feel — safe, cherished, and like I'm the most important person in the world."
"You are, Micha," he said, his voice low and filled with sincerity." You'll always be the most important person to me."
Their discussion stilled into quiet whispers as the night strengthened, their voices growing softer with every fleeting moment. Ultimately, the sound of each other's breathing was enough to bring comfort, their hearts connected across the distance. Micha felt a sense of calm marshland over her, knowing that indeed in the quiet moments, they were bound by a love that spoke without words.
"Goodnight, So Hyung," she rumored, her eyes growing heavy as sleep began to take her.
"Goodnight, Micha," he replied, his voice gentle as a lullaby. " Sweet dreams, my love. "
With that, Micha closed her eyes, her heart full, and her mind at peace. The love between them dallied like a warm grasp, carrying her into a deep, peaceful sleep, knowing that hereafter would bring them close again.