At the mountain base, Kai raised the roof again, then stepped out to open her door. His hand extended. She hesitated, then placed hers in his. Warm. Steady. Too steady.
They walked the lamplit trail, burgers in hand. Hana unwrapped hers, sniffing. "This smells… familiar."
"Does it?"
She bit into it—and froze. "Wait! I remember this taste. Jeju. My birthday trip with Sexy Aunty. That burger—double cheese, soft buns…"
Kai smirked to himself. Flying in the chef had been worth it. But all he said was, "I'm glad you like it."
When she looked up, Kai had sauce at the corner of his lip. Without thinking, she brushed it away with her thumb… and popped it into her mouth.
She froze. He smirked.
They walked on until Seoul stretched beneath them, bridges glowing gold across the Han River.
"Want a picture?" he asked.
"Do you even know how to use a camera?"
He lowered the lens just enough to meet her eyes. "Are you teasing me, Hana?"
Her laugh faltered. His voice was too soft, too dangerous.
Moments later, he asked quietly, "Do you remember the wishlist you wrote at sixteen?"
Her brow furrowed. "What wishlist?"
"The one you made at my place. I found it. Kept it." His tone dropped to something almost boyish. "Your first wish was to visit Namsan Tower. With someone you could hold hands with."
Before she could react, his fingers slid into hers—firm, certain.
Her heart nearly burst out of her chest.