Sunlight streams in through the blinds, cascading down over the two sleeping figures in the quiet bedroom.

One is a tanned young lady; the other a paler Korean man.

The morning sunlight falls over the young man's face; his unevenly cut bangs are his eyes' only saving grace from the beam of light. A soft breeze rolls in through the slightly open window; this gentle intrusion caresses the young man's skin and he begins to stir in his sleep.

His movement manages to wake the lady; she slowly opens her eyes and allows her vision to adjust to the morning brightness. She softly sits up in the bed and gently places a hand over the man's head. She looks down at him and the love is evident in her gaze. Slowly, her hand smoothes the hair out his eyes; she trails her fingertips along his prominent jaw line.

The man's legs begin to move and an arm reaches towards the woman; he reaches blindly, in his half-sleep, towards her waist.

"Jagiya...” he whispers.

This is where it begins; our story.