The rain fell in a steady, soothing rhythm, a gentle percussion on the roof of their home. Inside, the world was warm and golden. Min Jae stirred a pot of spicy seafood stew on the stove, the rich, garlicky scent filling the air, while Seo-jun set the table with their simple, hand-thrown ceramic bowls. This was their life now, a tapestry woven from a thousand such quiet, unremarkable moments. The grand drama was over, and Min Jae found he preferred the epilogue.
He caught Seo-jun's eye across the room and a silent, intimate communication passed between them—a slight tilt of the head, a soft crinkle at the corner of the eyes. After all these years, they had their own language, one built on shared history and a love that had been tested in the fiercest of fires and had emerged not just intact, but tempered into something unbreakable.
