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12. A small and warm night
The kitchen lights were soft and low.
White light spread softly overhead, quietly covering the space between the two people.
Seyeon paused for a moment, then suddenly started to move her body with a rustling sound.
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“Oh, ah… Okay! I’ll boil it!”
A tone of voice mixed with tension.
She brushed her bangs back lightly and walked quickly toward the sink.
There was urgency in every movement of the little hands as they opened the drawer, took out the pot, and filled it with water.
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“I cook ramen really well. The timing of adding the soup is really important… Just order it!”
There was a pleasant sense of pride at the end of his words.
Seyeon was busy pouring water and lifting pots, but
The very appearance was natural, as if someone had lived in this house for a long time.
Myeongho looked at her quietly and smiled faintly.
He took a step back from the kitchen, his hands clasped behind his back, and his eyes were filled with a sight that was both unfamiliar and familiar.
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‘If someone saw me, they would think I’ve lived here for a long time…’
The way she rolls up her sleeves and moves clumsily but seriously,
Rather, it seemed like it was the first time that Myeongho had made this house feel like a 'home'.
The water in the pot began to boil.
Seyun carefully tore open the packaging, put in the noodles, and sprinkled the powdered soup on top.
At that moment, she suddenly glanced at Myeongho and asked.
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"But... since you're a model, can you eat ramen? I heard you're really strict about weight management..."
His tone was cautious, but his eyes were filled with curiosity.
At those words, Myeongho looked at her with a blank expression for a moment, then lowered his head and burst out laughing.
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“Ugh...ah hahaha—really...do you still think so?”
The laughter was deep.
He laughed, covering his mouth with one hand, shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders slightly.
Seyeon looked at him in surprise, then quickly added with a puzzled expression.
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"Uh... Oh, no? Sorry! Weren't you a model? Am I the only one mistaken...?"
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“…Well, model or not. It’s been a while since someone personally made me ramen like this.”
The words were calm, but the emotions contained within were clearly warm.
Seyeon's face flushed at those words and she quickly turned her head away.
Myungho pretended not to notice that her ears were dyed red.
A pot bubbling over a fire.
The noodles puffed up and cooked, and the unique, savory aroma of ramen slowly filled the air.
Myeongho took a quiet breath.
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‘I should tell you what I’m doing… but strangely, I don’t feel like talking right now.
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'I just... like it this way.'
His gaze remained silently on Siyeon's profile.
Shoulders slightly tilted forward, lips gently mumbling and controlling the fire,
And small, focused hand movements. Her movements were nothing special—
It was the first time I felt the ‘warmth of people’ in this house.
Even Myeong-ho himself hadn't realized that the sight of boiling a bowl of ramen could be so heartwarming.