The streets of Seoul buzzed with life, filled with the soft glow of neon signs and the chatter of people enjoying the cool evening. Mirshad and Sophia strolled hand in hand, their presence unnoticed by the world as they blended into the sea of ordinary couples walking through the vibrant city.
Sophia's eyes sparkled as she turned to Mirshad, her voice laced with excitement.
"Do you know what we're doing today?" she asked, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
Mirshad smirked, already knowing where this was going.
"Considering the way your eyes have been shining since we landed, I'd say this has something to do with your endless K-Drama obsession."
She gasped dramatically.
"Excuse me? Obsession? It's called appreciation."
He chuckled.
"Alright, my queen. Lead the way."
Their first stop was Gyeongbokgung Palace, an ancient masterpiece standing tall in the heart of the city. Dressed in a traditional Hanbok, Sophia looked every bit like a royal princess from history. Mirshad, on the other hand, wore a dark blue Hanbok with golden embroidery, its regal design fitting him effortlessly.
The moment he stepped out, a group of passing tourists froze. Their murmurs started softly but quickly spread—his majestic presence, his sharp gaze, the undeniable aura of someone powerful.
One woman whispered,
"He looks like a lost king from another era…"
Sophia noticed the attention and grinned.
"Well, well. Looks like you've just upgraded from Boss to King."
Mirshad sighed, taking her hand as they walked further into the palace grounds.
"I don't need to be a king when I already have my queen."
Sophia's cheeks flushed, but she quickly regained her composure.
"That was smooth… but you still owe me a K-Drama moment."
He raised an eyebrow.
"And what exactly does that mean?"
As they left the palace, dark clouds gathered overhead. A light drizzle began, turning into a steady rainfall. Couples rushed under shelters, but Sophia stood still, closing her eyes, enjoying the coolness of the raindrops against her skin.
Mirshad shook his head, removing his coat and placing it over her shoulders.
"Let's find a taxi before you catch a cold."
But she grabbed his wrist.
"Wait… you don't get it, do you?"
He stared at her, amused.
"Get what?"
She grinned mischievously.
"Every K-Drama has a rain scene. This is ours."
Before he could protest, she reached out and pulled him closer, her hands gripping his shirt, her gaze locked onto his. The world around them blurred. For a moment, they weren't Boss & Sophia, they weren't part of some great empire—they were just two lovers, standing in the rain.
Sophia whispered,
"K-Drama rule number one: when it rains, the guy must kiss the girl."
Mirshad smirked, shaking his head.
"You really planned this, didn't you?"
She bit her lip, waiting.
He exhaled, then slowly leaned in, their lips meeting under the soft drizzle. It wasn't rushed—it was deep, slow, and full of the kind of warmth that no amount of cold rain could wash away.
Passersby stopped in their tracks. A few even clapped, believing they had just witnessed a real-life romance drama scene.
When they finally pulled away, Sophia whispered breathlessly,
"Okay… that was even better than in the dramas."
Mirshad chuckled.
"I don't need a script to make my woman happy."
She smiled, resting her forehead against his chest.
"I love you."
He kissed the top of her head.
"I know."
After drying off, they wandered through the bustling night markets of Myeongdong, where the air was filled with the aroma of Tteokbokki (spicy rice cakes), Odeng (fish cakes), and Hotteok (sweet pancakes).
Sophia pointed at a stall.
"You have to try this!"
Mirshad sighed, shaking his head.
"You know I don't eat much street food."
She pouted.
"Are you saying I have bad taste?"
He smirked, grabbing a skewer and taking a bite without breaking eye contact.
"I'm saying your taste is perfect… just like you."
Sophia turned red, quickly stuffing a rice cake in her mouth to avoid combusting from too much romance.
Later that night, they visited Namsan Tower, the highest point in Seoul, where couples placed love locks to symbolize their unbreakable bond.
Sophia handed Mirshad a lock and a marker.
"Write something."
He took a moment before writing just two words:
"Forever Yours."
She smiled, adding her own beneath it:
"And Always."
As they locked it onto the fence, Mirshad pulled her close, letting her lean against him as they overlooked the city.
"Happy?" he asked.
She nodded.
"More than ever."
As the city lights shimmered beneath them, they stood there—two souls who had already conquered the world, yet found their greatest treasure in each other.