The light in Jeju had a quality Min Jae had never found anywhere else. It was softer, somehow, as if filtered through a layer of sea mist and memory, gilding the ordinary into something profound. He sat on the deck, a worn journal open on his lap, not writing, just watching. He was tracing the arc of a seabird against the vast, cloud-dappled sky when he felt a presence behind him. A moment later, Seo-jun's hands came to rest on his shoulders, their weight familiar and grounding.
"You've been out here a long time," Seo-jun said, his voice a low rumble near Min Jae's ear.
"Just… taking inventory," Min Jae replied, leaning back into the touch.
