The evening was filled with warmth and laughter as Micha and So Hyung bid farewell to his parents. The time spent with them had been nothing short of magical, and Micha still felt the weight of their acceptance and love lingering in her heart. Her wrist felt heavier, but in the most beautiful way, as the golden bracelet gleamed under the soft moonlight. Every time she looked at it, she felt the undeniable bond of family—the kind she had always hoped to find.
As they drove back to her home, the night air was cool and refreshing. The city lights blurred outside the car window, but Micha's mind was far from the bustling streets. She kept replaying the words of her mother-in-law in her head, feeling an overwhelming mix of gratitude and joy. So Hyung noticed her quiet demeanor and reached out, his hand gently squeezing hers on the console.
"You're quiet, Micha," he said softly, glancing at her with a smile that always made her heart flutter. "Are you tired?"
She turned to him, her eyes glistening with unspoken emotions. "No, I'm not tired," she replied, her voice carrying the weight of her feelings. "I'm just… overwhelmed. Your family is so wonderful, So Hyung. The way they accepted me, loved me—it feels like a dream."
"It's not a dream," he assured her, his thumb brushing gently over the back of her hand. "They love you because they see the same things in you that I do. You're kind, strong, and have a heart that's so full of love. How could they not adore you?"
Micha felt her cheeks warm, but her heart felt even fuller. "Thank you, So Hyung. Not just for today but for everything. You've made me feel like I belong, like I'm not just a part of your life but a part of your family. That means more to me than I can ever say."
As they reached Micha's home, So Hyung parked the car and walked her to the door. The night had a serene silence, with only the faint sound of rustling leaves in the breeze. Micha unlocked the door, and they stepped inside, the familiarity of her home wrapping around them like a comforting blanket.
"I'll stay here tonight," So Hyung said, his tone casual but filled with warmth. "It's late, and I don't want you to feel lonely."
Micha smiled at his thoughtfulness, her heart swelling once more. "You're always so considerate, So Hyung. Thank you."
As they settled in for the night, Micha found herself resting against his shoulder on the couch, the quiet ticking of the clock filling the room. They talked about the little things—work, memories, dreams of the future. So Hyung's voice was soothing, and the way he looked at her made her feel like the most cherished person in the world.
When it was time to sleep, Micha found herself reluctant to part from him, even for the night. She watched him as he drifted off beside her, his breathing soft and even, his face peaceful in the dim light. In that moment, she whispered words she hadn't shared before, knowing he couldn't hear but needing to say them anyway.
"You're my everything, So Hyung," she murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "Thank you for loving me the way you do."
The next morning, the sound of soft footsteps woke Micha. She opened her eyes to find So Hyung quietly moving around the kitchen. He had already showered and dressed for work, but before leaving, he made her a simple breakfast and left a note beside the plate.
The note read: "My dearest Micha, thank you for being you. I'll be thinking of you all day, as always. Take care of yourself, eat well, and know that I'll come back to you as soon as I can. I love you."
Micha's heart swelled with love as she held the note to her chest. She watched from the window as So Hyung left for work, his figure disappearing into the morning light. Though the house now felt quieter without him, it was filled with the warmth of his presence, the echo of his laughter, and the promise of his love.
In that moment, Micha realized that no matter where life took them, the love they shared was enough to light her way, even in his absence.
The morning sun peeked through the curtains, bathing Micha's room in a soft golden hue. She stretched and yawned, her thoughts still lingering on the sweet note So Hyung had left before heading to work. With a smile, she rose from her bed, determined to make the day productive. She moved through her morning routine with a sense of purpose, packing her lunch bag meticulously before stepping out of the house.
As Micha walked to her workplace, the cool breeze kissed her cheeks, and she found herself thinking about her life—how it had changed since So Hyung entered it. The once-lonely days now felt vibrant, filled with love and shared dreams. With those thoughts lifting her spirits, she arrived at her office, ready to tackle her responsibilities.
The day quickly filled with tasks, meetings, and deadlines. Micha was efficient and focused, her dedication catching the attention of her colleagues. By lunchtime, she had accomplished most of her assignments, leaving her with a sense of satisfaction. As she settled at her desk with her lunch, she picked up her phone and dialed the one person she wanted to hear from the most.
The phone rang only twice before So Hyung answered, his familiar voice bringing an instant smile to her face. "Hey, my love," he greeted warmly, his tone a balm to her busy day.
"Hi, So Hyung," Micha replied, her voice tinged with excitement. "What are you doing right now? Have you had lunch?"
There was a slight pause on the other end, and then he said, "I'm actually at the hospital."
The words froze Micha in her seat, her heart skipping a beat. "Hospital? Why? Are you okay? What happened?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.
"It's not me," he reassured quickly. "One of my staff fainted at the office. Turns out, they hadn't been eating properly because of work stress. I brought them here to make sure they're okay."
Relief washed over Micha, but it was quickly replaced by a pang of guilt. "You're always so kind, always taking care of everyone around you. But what about you, So Hyung? Are you taking care of yourself?"
"I'm fine, Micha," he replied, his voice soft. "Don't worry about me. I'm more worried about you. Have you eaten? Are you taking breaks at work?"
She smiled at his concern, her heart swelling with love. "Yes, I've eaten. I just packed my lunch this morning and thought of you the whole time," she teased gently, trying to lighten the mood.
He chuckled on the other end. "Good. That makes me happy. You're the one person I never stop thinking about, Micha. Knowing you're okay keeps me going."
They continued chatting, their conversation filled with laughter, concern, and love. It amazed Micha how even in the midst of his responsibilities, So Hyung always found time to make her feel cherished.
As the call neared its end, Micha's voice softened. "I love you, So Hyung," she said, her words carrying all the emotion she felt in her heart.
"I love you too, Micha," he replied, his tone as tender as ever. "Now, focus on your work and don't worry about me. I'll call you later."
Reluctantly, they hung up, but Micha's heart felt lighter. The sound of his voice, the assurance of his love, was enough to fuel her through the rest of the day.
As she returned to her tasks, Micha couldn't help but marvel at how lucky she was. Despite the challenges and the distance their work often put between them, their love remained a constant source of strength and joy. And even in the quiet moments when they were apart, she felt his presence, as if he were right there beside her, guiding her, loving her, and giving her the courage to face whatever came next.
The office hours eventually came to an end, leaving Micha both satisfied and tired from the day's accomplishments. As she packed her things and prepared to head home, the thought of her quiet house waiting for her filled her with a bittersweet longing. Her heart ached for So Hyung's presence—his laughter, his teasing words, the warmth he brought to every moment. But tonight, she would be alone.
The evening air greeted her gently as she stepped outside, the golden hues of the setting sun casting a warm glow across the streets. Micha walked home at a leisurely pace, her thoughts wandering. Her phone buzzed once in her pocket, and for a fleeting second, she hoped it was So Hyung. When she glanced at the screen, it was just a reminder for her evening meditation, and she couldn't help but smile at her own habit of keeping herself grounded.
When she finally reached her home, the familiar sight of her small but cozy space welcomed her. She slipped off her shoes, placed her bag on the counter, and sighed deeply. The house was quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator. The silence wasn't unsettling—it was just a stark contrast to the lively conversations she'd shared with So Hyung or her colleagues earlier.
Determined to make the best of her evening, Micha tied her hair back, rolled up her sleeves, and headed into the kitchen. Cooking had always been therapeutic for her—a way to unwind and channel her energy. She rummaged through the fridge, pulling out fresh vegetables, some chicken, and spices. Tonight, she decided to make a comforting bowl of chicken soup with a side of steamed rice.
As the ingredients simmered on the stove, the aroma began to fill the air, wrapping around Micha like a warm hug. She hummed softly to herself, a tune she couldn't quite place but felt familiar, like a distant memory. Her thoughts drifted to So Hyung, imagining him sitting across the table, teasing her about how much salt she might add or how long she would let the soup boil.
By the time dinner was ready, the stars had begun to peek through the night sky. Micha set the table for one, placing her meal neatly and lighting a small candle to keep her company. She clasped her hands together and whispered a small prayer—not just of gratitude for the meal but also for the love and joy she had found in her life.
As she ate, she couldn't help but think about how her life had transformed since meeting So Hyung. Every bite of the warm soup reminded her of his care, his love, and the endless ways he made her feel special, even from afar. She promised herself that the next time he was over, she'd make this meal for him, hoping to see that mischievous smile of his as he complimented her cooking.
After dinner, Micha cleaned up the dishes, the clinking of plates echoing softly in the stillness. She paused for a moment by the window, looking out at the quiet street. The moon hung high, casting a silvery light on everything below. Micha hugged herself, a content smile gracing her lips.
Even in solitude, she felt the warmth of love surrounding her. And as she prepared to wind down for the night, her heart was full—not with loneliness, but with the knowledge that no matter how far apart they were, she and So Hyung were bound by something far stronger than distance.