Stepping closely behind her, holds up his hand, covers her eyes, halts her walking. Puzzled, she asks, "What is this?" Still holding his hand up, covering her eyes, softly says, "It looks like your duty is too heavy." Darkness falls briefly, a sound of waves crashing, smell of salty air, a gently blowing breeze whips her hair around her shoulders, uncovering her eyes, leaning around her shoulder, quietly says, "It seems like you would want this." Amazed, she looks around, absorbing the ocean's vast beauty, feeling at peace already, her daily burdens lifting. Feeling touched by his warm hearted gesture.
She walks out towards the shoreline, until small waves rush inward, quickly she steps backwards, avoids getting her feet wet, shocked, inquires, "What the? This isn't a dream?" Grinning, pleased by her reaction, says, "It's real. Be careful so you don't drown." Still uncertain, bending, crouching in the sand, asks, "It's real? It feels like I can live now. I'm telling you for the first time. Whenever, I wanted to cry, I always sat here like this everyday. Since I was young. I would come when I missed my mom, and when I missed my dad. And I'd also come when Seon Kyung caused trouble. I'd come when I felt sorry for my Aunt, and come here for no particular reason." He listened intently to her speech, absorbing her words, asks, "Why? You could just cry. Why did you sit here and hold it in?" He smiles, gazes down at her crouching on the sand, while she looks up into his face, meeting his warm eyes, says, "You're right. I just didn't want anyone to know that I was crying." Intently gazing into her eyes, says, "You can cry when nobody is looking. Then nobody would know." Shifting her gaze, she stares out at the ocean view, says, "I know. I know. I don't like that."
Quietly they listen to waves splash along the shore line, a gently breeze blowing in the fresh salty air. She crouches on the sand, gazes dreamily out at the blue gray waters, lost in her thoughts, Myeol Mang stands, near, a gentle breeze blowing his black trench coat. He watches as she is absorbed in her surroundings, absently reaches to stroke her hair, a strong desire to touch her affectionately rises. But stopping, he lifts his hand, gazing at it oddly for a moment, when the mood is broken by her next words, "But why are you suddenly so nice to me?" Smirking down at her from his great height, says, "So I can seduce you. Just kidding." Still crouching, Dong Kyung looks up, softly asks, "Do you want to kiss?" He bends, a smile on his lips, moves closely to her face, lightly grips her chin, lips parted, when she flinches and moves away. Gently he says, "I'm going to pretend that I didn't hear that." Holding out his hand, palm up, assists her to stand, says, "Let's go. It's cold." As with any adventure involving this deity, they found themselves back on the apartment rooftop. Dazed and confused, she hurries to the door, only for him to tease her about taking down the clean laundry from the clothesline.