Hak is warm and familiar. He smells like cotton, a familiar smell, but one that smells sweet like a flower if you really pay attention, almost like fruit or candy. Familiar but sweet when you pay attention.
His arms are a safe haven, a place to go back to, a home tucked away from the world. Perhaps it is the encircling. Hak is bigger and taller than Yona, a soft place to go home. She can rest her head on his chest comfortably and listen to the sound of his heart beat.
She can feel safe, even if just for a moment. There is no anxiety in his embrace, but rather it is a getaway from the stress that sometimes slips in.
He reminds her of the palace, of home, of simpler days, but also of hard work and struggle and adventure. A beautiful mixture between the two realities of her life.
He connects the two beautifully in her mind, giving her a chance to discover and rediscover the world around her, to find the familiar when everything seems unfamiliar, to see the world through new eyes.
Hak's arms are a safe place, a hideaway from the harshness that seeps into life ever so slowly. He is her home and her adventure, familiar and ever new.
Yona feels safe with him and ever exploring.
She knows him so well and yet there's always more for her to learn about him. It is beautiful, and she doubts she'll ever exhaust all there is to know about Hak. That adventure stretches out ever before her, on and on, an endless beauty to be found.