CHAPTER 33 – A PROMISE IN WINTER
Morning Light
The sea breeze filtered in through the gauzy curtains, carrying with it the scent of salt, tangerines, and something slower than peace — healing.
Seo-Ah stretched in bed, tangled in white sheets, the soft rustle of cotton against her skin a small luxury she never used to notice.
Min-Jun stood in the kitchen in a plain gray shirt and sweats, barefoot, stirring something in a pot like he wasn't the man who once ran empires and spilled blood.
She watched him.
Noticed how the morning light kissed the side of his face, how the furrow in his brow remained even while doing something as mundane as cooking.
She got up and padded toward him.
"What are you making?" she asked, voice still sleepy.
"Oatmeal," he said. "Apparently, it's good for people recovering from bullet wounds."
She smirked. "You're really leaning into this domestic fantasy, huh?"
He turned, handed her a spoon. "You're the fantasy."
Her cheeks warmed, but she tasted it anyway.
He watched her reaction like it was more important than anything on earth.
"I love it," she said.
He leaned in and kissed her forehead.
"Good," he whispered. "Because this is the first thing I've made that didn't involve burning something down."
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Min-Jun
He hadn't returned to his office in a while.
He will.
Lee Financial was no longer his world — not like before. Now his world has the one person that could brighten up his day with just a smile.
He sat in his office chair, it was time to get back to work. He didn't become the most successful business man by slacking off.
Just him, clean windows, papers to work on and nothing involving blood.
Dong-Hwan entered, holding a tablet. "Your name's still buzzing in the media. They're calling you the Ghost King of Seoul."
Min-Jun didn't look up. "Let them. Ghosts know when to disappear."
"Welcome back, i guess" Dong-Hwan said. "He is back. Maybe.
Min-Jun finally looked at him. Yeah, get me all the documents that requires my signature and I need to know more about the recent deals and collaborations, in details.
Dong-Hwan nodded. Okay, I will get it all.
Ahhemm! Dong-Hwan hesitated before speaking. What if your past comes knocking again like this?
Min-Jun's expression hardened.
"I'll deal with ghosts when they knock," he said. "For now…., get me those documents ."
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Midday – Downtown Seoul
Seo-Ah
She stood in front of the glass door with her name printed in bold letters.
> SEO-AH COLE – COMMUNICATIONS CONSULTING
A tiny office. Modest. Sunlit. Paid for by savings, freelance clients, and a few anonymous grants from a man with quiet hands and guilty eyes.
It was hers.
Inside, a young assistant buzzed excitedly around the room, setting up files, rearranging plants.
"I scheduled your call with the publishing house for noon," the girl said. "They loved your brand pitch."
Seo-Ah smiled, heart swelling.
She hadn't just survived. She had started to build again. For herself.
It wasn't about climbing a corporate ladder anymore — it was about impact. Using her voice. Her strength.
Her story.
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Later That Night – Seoul Skyline, Apartment Balcony
Min-Jun & Seo-Ah
They sat beneath the stars again — different from Jeju, but still vast, still quiet.
Min-Jun poured two glasses of wine.
"You okay?" he asked, watching her trace the rim of her glass.
Seo-Ah nodded. "It's strange. I feel like we escaped war… and now the silence is louder than the bullets."
He understood. Too well.
Peace had a way of making you hear all the things you'd buried.
"I keep expecting something to break," she added. "Like I'll wake up and none of this will be real."
He reached out and took her hand.
"This is real," he said. "The danger is gone. And we don't owe anyone our pain anymore."
She rested her head on his shoulder. "Do you think we'll ever feel normal?"
He was quiet.
Then: "I don't want normal. I want honest. I want raw. I want us."
She turned toward him, and he leaned in — kissed her slow, deep, the kind of kiss people only share after surviving things that should've killed them.
And for once, she didn't feel like a burden.
She felt like a partner.
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One Month Later – Snowfall, Seoul Botanical Garden
Seo-Ah
The snow fell gently, whispering across the glass rooftop of the conservatory.
Seo-Ah stood beneath the tall orchid arch, wrapped in a wool coat, the winter chill biting at her cheeks. She thought Min-Jun had brought her here for another quiet moment of escape. He often did that now — whisked her away from meetings and city noise with little notice and fewer words.
But tonight… something felt different.
There was a string quartet in the corner, quietly tuning instruments.
A table for two sat under the orchids, lit by soft lanterns and surrounded by falling petals and snow.
And Min-Jun stood there, already waiting.
He wore a long black coat, his hair slicked back, a look in his eyes she hadn't seen before — nervous hope.
She smiled, stepping toward him. "What is all this?"
He held out his hand. "Dinner. Under stars. And a question I've been carrying in my chest since the moment I almost lost you."
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Dinner Among Flowers
They didn't eat much.
Mostly they held hands across the table and exchanged quiet glances while the quartet played something slow, something familiar.
"Do you remember the night you retched on me?" he asked suddenly.
Seo-Ah laughed softly. "I was terrified. And embarrassed."
"I remember thinking I'd never seen someone look so breakable," he said. "And yet… you were the strongest person I'd ever met."
She looked down at her hands. "You still think that?"
"I know it."
Min-Jun rose from his chair, walked to her side.
Then—without theatrics, without preamble—he dropped to one knee.
The string music hushed.
The snow fell.
And her breath caught.
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The Proposal
Min-Jun reached into his coat and pulled out a small, dark-blue velvet box.
"I don't know how to be perfect," he said, voice deep, steady. "I don't know how to unlearn what life has made of me."
He opened the box — inside, a delicate platinum band with a single, carved sapphire that shimmered like ice kissed by dawn.
"But I know how to love you. Fiercely. Quietly. Honestly."
She blinked, eyes stinging.
"I want mornings with you. Coffee with too much sugar. Silence that feels like home. I want us. In all seasons."
A beat.
Then his voice dropped, barely audible.
"Will you marry me, Seo-Ah?"
She squatted to his level, cupped his face in her hands.
"Yes," she whispered, tears slipping down her cheek. "Yes, Min-Jun."
He slipped the ring onto her finger — it fit perfectly.
And then he kissed her.
Beneath orchids and snow and strings, she felt her whole world settle.
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A Week Later – Lee Family Estate
Min-Jun's Father
"You can't be serious."
The words hit like ice.
Min-Jun stood tall in his father's office, sunlight filtering through frosted windows, shadows curling over thick mahogany bookshelves.
"I'm not here to ask permission," he said calmly.
His father's face twisted. "She's nothing. A scandal magnet. A woman who almost ruined your name."
"She saved it," Min-Jun replied, steel slipping into his voice. "She saved me."
"You think this is love?" His father laughed bitterly. "It's weakness."
"No," Min-Jun said, stepping closer. "Weakness was following your footsteps for so long . Loving her… that's strength."
His father slammed a hand on the desk. "You'll be cut off."
Min-Jun's jaw tensed. "Then cut me."
He turned, coat whipping behind him, and walked out — leaving silence and disappointment in his wake.
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That Evening – Lee Grandmother's Room
Min-Jun knelt beside the bed, his hand resting on his grandmother's frail one.
"You've always known my heart," he said. "Even when I didn't."
His grandmother smiled faintly. "Your father is fire and pride. But you… you are water and will."
She reached into a drawer and pulled out a small, carved hairpin.
"This belonged to your mother on her wedding day," she said. "Now it belongs to her daughter."
Min-Jun took the pin, holding it like something sacred.
"Thank you."
Her eyes crinkled with knowing. I've always loved her and knew she was right for you. "You chose love. That means you win."
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The Wedding – Two Weeks Later – Hanok Courtyard, Gyeongju
The wedding was small.
Private.
Just their closest people.
A soft winter dusk settled over the hanok village, lanterns floating gently above the courtyard. The traditional Korean buildings glowed in warm gold and ivory light.
Seo-Ah wore a modernized hanbok — silver with pale blush undertones, the fabric embroidered with tiny stars. Her hair was pinned with the ornament Min-Jun had been given, a quiet legacy passed in love.
Min-Jun wore a tailored charcoal suit, no tie, a simple white boutonniere pinned to his chest.
Dong-Hwan stood as best man.
His mother wiped tears from her eyes the entire ceremony.
Min-Jun's father did not attend.
And yet — it didn't matter.
They stood together beneath the paper lantern arch, hands joined.
Their vows were not scripted.
They were whispered.
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The Vows
Min-Jun:
"I am not the man I was. I do not promise you perfection. But I promise presence. I promise peace. I promise to never run from the fire we've walked through — only to walk through it with you again, if needed."
Seo-Ah:
"I loved you in silence. I loved you in fear. I love you now — in the open, without shame. I promise to hold your worst, to celebrate your best, and to never let go again."
They kissed.
Soft.
Slow.
The stars came out one by one — the only witnesses they needed.
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Later That Night – Wedding Cottage
Seo-Ah sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers tracing the curve of her ring.
Min-Jun came out of the bathroom, hair damp, eyes dark and unreadable — but warm.
He crossed the room, knelt in front of her again, resting his head on her lap.
"I've never wanted anything more than this moment," he whispered.
She leaned down, kissed his temple. "Then keep it."
And they stayed like that for a long time — no fire. No ghosts. No fear.
Only love.
And the stars above, silent and cold, blessing them at last.