The sound of the ocean was a constant, gentle rhythm against the shore, a lullaby that had replaced the frantic hum of Seoul. The house, now complete, was more than a structure of glass, wood, and steel. It was a living, breathing entity, filled with light and the echoes of a life Min Jae had once only dared to dream of.
He stood on the deck, a warm mug of coffee in his hand, watching the dawn paint the sky in shades of rose and gold. From inside, he could hear the familiar, comforting sounds of his family waking up. The soft murmur of Seo-jun's voice, followed by the delighted giggle of Ha-ru. These were the sounds that anchored him, the symphony that had replaced the cold silence of the penthouse.
