The doves tweet outside, two perched on the branch of the cherry blossom tree as they nest together, beaks caressing each other in a warm embrace.

Similarly, Hyunjin comes up behind you, his arms circling around your waist as he hunches over to fully feel your back against his chest. Although he’s old and frail now, akin to the test of time, his energy is still bright and spanking young as can be.

His hair has well and truly run grey, skin thinner and body weaker but he still has his baby face after all these years- those beautiful pink lips still puffy, cheekbones still proudly high and eyes that still sparkle shyly when he sees you.

He was about to press a kiss to your neck before excited giggles and screams comes around, little hands tugging at the hem of your clothes.

“Halmae, halbae- tell us a story about you!”

Your granddaughter asks as she pushes her brother to sit down with her, the little boy just grumbles as he climbs onto Hyunjin’s shoulders and tugs on his hair.