The house had grown quieter after the laughter faded.
Outside, the sea shimmered under the moonlight, and the wind carried the faint sound of the elders' voices — the two sets of parents strolling down the road, reminiscing with old village friends.
For the first time all evening, Yoon Ha-rin and Kang Jae-hyun were alone.
The warm yellow glow from the veranda lanterns spilled across the wooden floor.
Ha-rin sat cross-legged near the open window, sipping tea, the night breeze brushing her hair.
Jae-hyun leaned against the doorway, arms folded, watching her with quiet amusement.
"You're pretending not to smile," he said.
"I'm not pretending," she murmured. "I'm succeeding."
"Hmm. Then what's that curve on your lips?"
She glanced up, eyes glinting. "Proof that I tolerate you."
He laughed softly, the sound low and effortless. "You don't just tolerate me, Ha-rin. You orbit me."
She threw him a cushion. "Stop sounding poetic. It's confusing my brain."
"Good," he said, catching it easily. "I'm aiming for your heart instead."
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They fell silent, and in that hush, the lanterns flickered as though the night itself leaned closer to listen.
Ha-rin looked out at the sea. "It feels strange. For so long, I thought this village was only part of my past… and now it's where everything began again."
He stepped closer until the shadow of his arm fell across her shoulder.
"Maybe that's what fate looks like," he said quietly. "Not something waiting ahead, but something that circles back until we're ready to see it."
She turned toward him. "And you finally saw it?"
He smiled. "I'm still looking. There's a lot of you left to learn."
Her laugh trembled somewhere between shyness and joy. "Then learn carefully. I'm complicated."
"That's what makes you beautiful."
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He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
His fingers lingered just long enough for her breath to catch.
"You know," he whispered, "when my father teased us earlier about weddings… I didn't hate the sound of it."
Ha-rin's eyes widened. "You can't just throw words like that into the air casually."
"Why not? They fit."
She tried to look away, but his gaze pulled her back.
Under that golden light, his expression softened — no teasing this time, only sincerity.
"If they're downstairs telling stories of the past," he said, voice barely above a whisper, "then maybe it's our turn to start writing what comes next."
Her pulse stumbled. "You really believe in forever, don't you?"
"I do," he said. "Especially when it's this close."
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He leaned in, close enough that she could see her reflection in his eyes.
Their foreheads met — not a kiss this time, but a quiet exchange of trust.
Her voice came out softer than the wind. "I don't want this night to end."
"Then let's not end it," he murmured. "Let's just pause here for a while — right where time forgot to move."
She smiled. "And if our parents come back and find us like this?"
He chuckled. "Then they'll realize they were right all along."
Outside, the lanterns swayed gently, casting their shadows together on the old wooden walls — two outlines, one heartbeat.
The waves whispered below like a blessing, carrying the scent of jasmine through the air once more.
And somewhere on the path beyond the gate, four parents laughed under the stars, finally at peace —
their children above them, finishing the story love had started a generation ago.