The honeymoon was a silent, sun-drenched week on a remote Jeju Island beach, a world of black volcanic rock and turquoise water where the only borders were the horizon. They walked, they swam, they slept tangled together in a bed that felt like the center of the universe. It was a necessary cocoon, a final, deep breath before stepping fully into the rhythm of a shared life.
Returning to Seoul felt like tuning an instrument after a long silence—a process of small adjustments to find harmony again. Jun’s new identity, meticulously crafted by Min-gi, was put to its first test not by authorities, but by the mundane bureaucracy of life. Opening a joint bank account, getting a driver’s license, registering for a national health ID—each transaction was a quiet victory, a brick laid in the founda
