“Is this the place?”
“Yes. Grab your stuff. It shouldn’t be too far from here. Hand me those papers lying in front of you, too.”
Yueul picked up the documents and unbuckled his seatbelt.
Wooheon stepped out and retrieved their bags from the backseat.
They were only staying two nights, so packing had been light.
He slung Yueul’s shopping bag over one arm and grabbed his own.
“Like I said earlier, don’t expect anything fancy. The place mostly hosted foreigners looking for a ‘farm life experience.’ I tried finding a proper hotel, but I couldn’t find one anywhere in this region—this was the best I could book, and even that came from some dusty 2014 blog post. I’m not even sure it really counts as a reservation.”
“It’s totally fine! In fact, I think I actually prefer it to a hotel!”
“So needlessly optimistic.”
“But it feels more human, you know?”
‘What does ‘feels more human’ even mean?’
Wooheon looked like he’d bitten into a lemon.
