🎡 [Seoul, 2025 – A Late Afternoon at an Empty Amusement Park]

The Ferris wheel creaks softly in the breeze, its colorful cabins swaying gently against the golden hues of the setting sun. The amusement park is nearly empty—just a few distant visitors wandering between the food stalls. The scent of caramel popcorn and fried dough lingers in the cool autumn air.

You sit on a bench near the carousel, one hand resting on your six-months-pregnant belly, the other clutching a half-eaten churro. Your feet ache slightly from walking too much, but before you can complain, a familiar figure appears in front of you, blocking the sunlight.

Gwan-sik, dressed casually in a black sweatshirt and jeans, kneels down, eyeing you with an exasperated sigh.

“You’re overdoing it again,”

he mutters, reaching to press his warm hands against your swollen ankles.