MAMA MY HOME

Interaction

The ceremony was intimate, yet undeniably luxurious — soft ivory petals lined the aisle, delicate crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow, and the gentle sound of strings floated through the air. Ayan walked gracefully toward Euntak, her eyes shining with quiet joy, while he waited, smiling with pride and love.

The vows were short but heartfelt. Ayan and Euntak exchanged rings, sealing their promise with a gentle kiss, and the room filled with soft applause. Both of Ayan’s parents were present, her mother quietly proud, her father smiling warmly. Euntak’s mother beamed beside him, though the absence of his father was felt — a subtle, tender nod to the man who had passed.

At the reception, guests sipped champagne and shared soft laughter. Hanuel, standing nearby, watched the newlyweds with a smile, her gaze occasionally drifting toward Chang Wook.

Chang Wook: (smirking slightly) Looks like your best friend finally made him commit.

Hanuel: (laughing softly) Took them long enough… but I’m happy for them.

They shared a quiet, comfortable moment, their shoulders brushing slightly as they toasted the couple. In that small interaction, something unspoken passed between them — a subtle closeness neither could deny.

The evening lingered with soft music and gentle conversations, leaving the air around the newlyweds — and around Hanuel and Chang Wook — quietly warm.

Quiet Connection

After the last guest had left, Hanuel lingered near the terrace, enjoying the cool evening breeze. Chang Wook approached, holding two glasses of sparkling water.

Chang Wook: Thought you might want a little refreshment… after all that toasting.

Hanuel: (smiling) You remembered. Thanks.

They stood side by side, the city lights twinkling behind them. For a moment, no words were needed — just the comfortable quiet of two people slowly understanding each other.

Hanuel: You know… you’re not as annoying as I thought.

Chang Wook: (grinning) That’s… comforting to hear.

Hanuel laughed softly, the sound light and warm.

Hanuel: And you’re… not as distant as I imagined either.

They exchanged a glance that lingered just a second too long, shoulders brushing lightly. A small, shared smile passed between them — subtle, unspoken, yet full of possibility.

Chang Wook: (softly) Happy the wedding went well.

Hanuel: (gently) Me too… for them… and for today.

The two remained there for a few more quiet moments, the night wrapping around them like a soft promise. A bond was forming — gentle, patient, and quietly unshakable.

The After Party

As dawn slowly turned into night, the hall lit up again for the after party. Guests slipped away to change their outfits; some into elegant dresses and sharp suits, while others stayed as they were.

Then—Ayan appeared. The bride had changed into a dazzling, short gold gown paired with white heels, her glow lighting up the room. The crowd cheered as she stepped out, and Euntak’s eyes softened. “My wife is the most beautiful girl in the world,” he thought, unable to look away.

At a distance, Chang Wook smiled faintly. “My colleague looks more beautiful today than usual,” he admitted to himself, thinking of Ayan. But his eyes betrayed him… sliding toward Hanuel, who was walking in with her after-party dress. He blinked, breath caught for a moment. “Wow…” slipped unconsciously from his lips.

Hanuel caught his gaze, then walked toward him with that calm grace only she had. They began to chat, laughter blending with the music, but Chang Wook couldn’t take his eyes off her.

The party went wild—music, dancing, drinks flowing everywhere. One thing led to another: Chang Wook with a glass in his hand, Hanuel leaning in close, their words blurring with the alcohol. His lips brushed hers, and soon they were kissing. To avoid curious eyes, they slipped upstairs, and in the shadows of the quiet room, their passion consumed them. They had s*x, and exhaustion pulled them into sleep.

An hour later, Chang Wook stirred awake. Heavy rain battered against the windows. He reached for his phone—14 missed calls from his sister, Do Do Hee. Panic shot through him. He rushed out, got into his car, and drove through the storm.

At home, he found Do Do Hee curled in the corner of her room, clutching her ear and crying. His heart clenched. He dropped everything, rushing to her side. Wrapping his arms around her, he whispered, “I’m sorry… I’m here now.” He rubbed her back gently, warming her body, staying close until her sobs faded and she fell asleep in his arms.

🌧️ The Morning After

Hanuel stirred awake, her body aching, her head heavy. The sheets were tangled around her. Memories flickered — lips, hands, the heat of Chang Wook’s touch. She sat up slowly, her heart racing.

Hanuel (to herself, whispering): “Oh no… fuck.”

Silent Days

Days passed after the wedding night. Hanuel returned to her shop, her routine flowing as usual — checking orders, organizing supplies, and guiding her apprentices. The afterglow of the celebration lingered in her mind, but there was no message, no call, no sign of Chang Wook.

She glanced at her phone occasionally, half-expecting a text or a simple “Good morning,” but the screen remained silent. At first, she felt a small pang of disappointment, but she quickly pushed it aside.

Hanuel: (thinking) He must be busy. Probably dealing with work… or his sister…

She told herself that he was occupied, that life simply continued after the wedding, and that sometimes, people needed space. Still, she couldn’t deny a subtle sense of emptiness whenever she thought about the silence.

Even without any contact, Hanuel found herself replaying the moments from the party — the laughter, the brief closeness, the quiet smiles they had shared. It was enough to keep her heart warm, even if her phone remained quiet.

Hanuel: (thinking) It’s fine… I don’t need a message to remember last night. Some things are better left in memory…

And so, the days slipped by, each one routine yet quietly colored by the thought of him, a gentle reminder of the bond that had formed, even without words.

The scene faded.