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# Chapter 174: Signs of Spring
Eun-seo’s heart raced like a fish thrashing through dark water. She felt Min-jun’s gaze settle on her. His eyes were calm, but his hands moved across the clay with the precision of a violinist drawing a bow. The kiln’s warmth filled the studio, mingling with the sound of pottery being shaped. Min-jun worked the clay with practiced movements, coaxing new forms from the earth. Eun-seo followed the motion of his hands, watching as a sculptor might watch creation unfold—the clay slowly revealing itself beneath his touch.
“A publishing house in Seoul called,” Eun-seo said, her voice softening. The words hung in the warm air between them. Min-jun’s hands stilled for a moment before resuming their work. He glanced toward her, shadows playing across his face in the kiln’s glow.
“What did they say?” he asked quietly, his voice low and measured.
“They said, ‘Ms. Eun-seo, reread your work. Your voice is unique.’” She spoke with growing certainty. Min-jun’s hands moved again, shaping new forms from the clay, his fingers working with the warmth of the studio radiating through them.
“And?” he prompted.
“They want me to reread it and establish myself as an editor,” Eun-seo said, her voice gentler now. Min-jun’s hands paused, then resumed. His gaze returned to her as the kiln’s sound grew louder.
“And?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” she admitted. Min-jun continued shaping the clay, shadows dancing across his face as his hands moved.
“Why not?”
“I’m not sure what I’d be doing there,” Eun-seo confessed. Min-jun’s hands stilled, then moved again, his gaze fixed on her as the pottery wheel’s sound intensified.
“So what would you do here?” he asked.
“Could I work in the pottery studio?” The question carried newfound confidence. Min-jun’s hands shaped fresh clay, light from the studio window casting shadows across his features.
“Why?”
“I felt something here. Watching the pottery change form, I felt myself changing too,” Eun-seo said softly. Min-jun’s hands paused before moving again, his eyes meeting hers as the kiln’s hum grew louder.
“Then working here will help you feel more,” Min-jun said quietly. Eun-seo listened to his words, watching his hands move like music across the clay, shadows painting his face in the warm light.
“So I can work in the studio?” she asked with growing assurance.
“Of course,” he replied simply. His hands worked the clay with the grace of a musician, his movements filling the studio with unspoken understanding.
Eun-seo felt his gaze upon her. His eyes were calm, but his hands danced across the clay like a melody taking shape. The studio hummed with the sound of the kiln. Min-jun worked the earth, coaxing new forms into being as Eun-seo’s eyes followed the motion of his hands. The clay revealed itself slowly beneath his touch.
“I’ll work in the pottery studio,” she said with certainty. Min-jun’s hands moved again, shaping fresh clay.
“Then you’ll discover new things,” he said, his voice low and steady. Eun-seo watched his hands move like an instrument playing, watched the shadows shift across his face.
She felt his gaze again—calm eyes, hands moving with the grace of music across clay. The kiln’s warmth filled the space. Min-jun shaped the earth, creating new forms as Eun-seo followed the motion of his hands. The clay emerged slowly, revealing itself.
She had decided. She would work here, in this studio, with him. Her voice carried conviction now as Min-jun’s hands continued their dance with the clay, shaping something new, something beautiful—just as spring shapes the world anew.