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# Chapter 123: Longing by the River
Eun-seo gazed out the window, and the riverbank path of Hacheon Village came to mind. That night she’d walked there with Min-jun flickered through her thoughts. She felt the warmth of his touch against her heart, and she knew he’d been in his studio until dawn. It was a familiar pattern—the way Min-jun lost himself when he wanted to create something, when he needed to finish something.
Sitting on a bench in Gangnam Station plaza, surrounded by the murmur of other people’s conversations, Eun-seo felt her heart turning toward him. The village of Hacheon pulled at her, the place where they’d spent those quiet moments together. His hand had touched something deep within her, and she understood now that he’d been working through the night again. That old pattern. When Min-jun needed to make something, when completion called to him, he disappeared into that studio until the first light broke.
She remembered the stars they’d seen together by the river in Hacheon. That night, she’d truly understood how many stars existed in the sky. The memory of that darkness felt precious now, like something worth keeping. His touch had moved her then, just as it moved her now, and she knew he was there in that workshop, chasing whatever vision had seized him.
Around her, the sounds of Gangnam Station continued—footsteps, distant conversations, the rhythm of the city. Yet Eun-seo felt her heart already returning to Hacheon, to that quiet place where time had slowed and the stars had seemed infinite. His touch lingered in her memory, a pattern she’d come to recognize, a sign that Min-jun was creating again, building toward something only he could see.
Her heart beat steadily as she thought of him, knowing her mind had already returned to that village by the bend in the river. The pattern was unmistakable now—when Min-jun wanted to make something real, when he chased completion, he became someone she could only follow in her thoughts. And tonight, her thoughts were already there, waiting for him.