I zipped my duffel shut and turned toward the window.
The forest stretched beyond the glass—quiet, unhurried.
Yesterday, I'd looked through that same window calculating logistics.
Pills. Scent patches. Cameras.
Where the bathrooms were. How much privacy I'd have. Whether shared accommodation meant exposure.
Now—
I thought about the pavilion.
The barbecue pit where Harin corrected Jaehyuk's grilling without making it obvious.
The orchestra hall where we stopped performing and started listening.
Laughing with people I was supposed to compete against.
Waking up tangled in Yuhyun's arms like we were still kids who didn't know better.
"Ready?"
Yuhyun slung his bag over his shoulder.
I nodded.
Took one last look.
Then followed him out.
The courtyard had transformed.
Production assistants loaded equipment into the bus parked near the entrance.
Cameras that had been strategically positioned throughout the hanok were now packed into padded cases.
