He came to see his face and asked to dry his hair.

Thinking of Kanghyun’s shaking shoulders, Seoyoon pursed her lips.

Just looking at Kanghyun’s red eyes made her feel her heart dropping.

“You keep crying, and how can I leave you!”

Seoyoon shouted as if she were a person who had been drugged and gone mad.

“All of this is because of oppa. I raised you to only know Taekanghyun, so in the end, you can’t leave me…”

Rising abruptly, Kanghyun, forgetting Seoyoon’s advice not to kneel, sat on the floor with his knees against his calves.

Kanghyun, who knelt with his knees under the chair where Seoyoon was sitting, clung to Kanghyun’s arm, which was going to his thigh.

“Thank you, Seoyoon. I’ll really do well, I won’t make mistakes.”

Seoyoon placed her hand on Kanghyun’s cheek, which was now lower down.

“I honestly don’t believe that oppa won’t confine me. There are still parts where I resent and hate.”

“I’m not lying.”
“Yeah, but it’s still hard for me to get close to other people. Oppa, it won’t be easy for you either. So, let’s take it slow.”

Kanghyun covered his cheeks with his palm and bowed his head.

The heart that had been completely empty and forgotten now pounded heavily in his chest.

“I love you. I love you, Yuna. I love you.”

Finally able to attach Seoyoon’s name, Kanghyun continuously expressed his love.

Then, Seoyoon, leaning towards Kanghyun with a foolish smile on his face, was the first to kiss him.

With lips pressed together, bumping into each other, she thought about Kanghyun, whom she loved so much.

It was a good decision to come back as Han Seoyoon.

Kanghyun and Seoyoon planned a fairly long life on Jeju Island.

Whether short or long, they planned to spend at least six months, and if long, more than three years in the house they built in front of the quiet coast.

Kanghyun settled his work first—handed it over to Seokwon—and Seoyoon asked Hajun to take care of her parents.

While preparing for their life in Jeju, the most time-consuming task was restoring Seoyoon and Jianne’s lives to their original places.

Even so, before winter passed, he was able to get an ID with Han Seoyoon’s name.

Now it was time to leave.

“When are you going to take the plane?”

“The day after tomorrow.”

“How are you going to take the plane with that?”

“I’ve been listening well lately, so it’s okay.”

Seokwon and Yeonju, who came to play at the Seongbuk-dong house after finishing packing, stuck out their tongues.

It wasn’t surprising to see this scene every time he came to this house, but Seoyoon, who stuck to Kanghyun like a large man, was admirable.

Seoyoon, sitting between Kanghyun’s thighs, was wrapped in his arms that had already embraced her, even detached.

At this point, there was hardly any difference from a chair.

Kanghyun, who firmly pressed his chest against Seoyoon’s back, leaned his chin on her cute forehead and pulled his body, which was completely packed, even tighter.

“Oppa, I can’t breathe.”

Seoyoon tapped Kanghyun’s arm lightly.

Looking at Kanghyun, who was trying not to let go for a moment, she wondered how she would fix him and what.

“Sorry.”

Thinking that his words were like a corporate line, he quickly apologized.

Although it was annoying to have a wealthy unemployed man hugging him like a doll all day, he didn’t hate it.

If he could solve only the physically demanding part.

During the time at home, he spent very little time putting on clothes, gowns, or anything on his body.

When he was Sejian, there was at least some cautiousness.

With nothing to lose, Kanghyun, who became more persistent and eccentric as before, rushed in like the old days.

If these two leave, it won’t be an exception today either.

Seeing Seoyoon, who had a little worry, tilting her head against his solid shoulder, Kanghyun’s lips, pressed against her white cheek, repeatedly stuck and fell.

“Ouch, it’s annoying because it’s stinging my eyes. Let’s go home, Director Do!”

Shivering and getting up from his seat, Yeonju reached out to Seokwon.

“Is unni still running away?”
“Yeah, don’t go home at all. It’s still chaos because they can’t control their children as they wish.”

“This time, sir will probably use both hands and feet.”

“Exactly, all three sons and one daughter have run away! Plus, a daughter-in-law and a grandson. Our dad needs to experience it once.”

Yeonju declared war on her father, who was trying to avoid admitting his relationship with Seokwon and who had been using matchmaking for her.

With Yeonju’s brothers, who had suffered a lot, almost joining the battle, the situation turned in favor of the Jang siblings.

“Make up and reconcile. There’s nothing good about fighting with your parents.”

“What am I supposed to do then? Go on a matchmaking date? Should I?”

“…That’s not what I meant.”

“No, it is. Seoyoon, let’s go. Be careful, and we’ll visit next week too.”

When Seokwon and Yeonju, who were bickering, left, the noisy living room quickly became quiet.

“Yuna, hooray.”

And the expected hand quickly grabbed the hem and pulled it out above the small head.

Seoyoon’s body, melted by the persistent touch, gradually sank into Kanghyun’s arms.

Kanghyun, holding Seoyoon’s chin and turning it toward him, swallowed his forcibly approaching lips and laid Seoyoon on the sofa.

Seoyoon put her arms around Kanghyun’s neck and pulled him even closer.

“Oppa.”

“Yeah.”

“When we go to Jeju Island, let’s not fight and live happily.”

Kanghyun, with his forehead against Seoyoon’s, smiled with his nose wrinkled.

He didn’t hear Kanghyun’s murmured words properly, but he probably answered, “Of course,” as if it were obvious.

In the yard of Kanghyun and Seoyoon’s Jeju Island house, there was a small cabin with a sign saying ‘Entry Prohibited for Taeganghyun.’

And the wooden chair they both carefully made guarded the front of the cabin.

When Kanghyun’s face became unbearable, if Seoyoon entered the cabin, Kanghyun quietly sat on the thinking chair to reflect on his mistakes.

To avoid repeating the tragedies of the past, it was a devised method where they would butt heads together.

Tap—.

Conveying the meaning that he had finished reflecting, when he knocked on the door, creak, the wooden door opened with a sound.

With her lips puckered, Seoyoon, who was half bent down to look down at the back of her head, came out.

When Seoyoon appeared in front, Kanghyun grabbed her hand and shook it.

“I got mad every time you shook hands with your weird friend. So, I scolded you too harshly. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too. I know you don’t like it when I often hold other people’s hands, Oppa.”

Having fought a noisy fight in the neighborhood, the two apologized, and their eyes met.

Without waiting for someone to say first, they intertwined their fingers and strolled through the garden.

Kanghyun stretched Seoyoon’s chubby cheeks and nibbled on her lips.

Although someone touching Seoyoon was still unpleasant, they could now pass it off much more calmly than before.
The lifetime of obsession and possessiveness couldn’t be washed away in a short time.

However, one had to live a life of stepping back and making efforts to change, for the lover who became their salvation.

Whether to hope for salvation (end)