Song Mingi

⋮ The little boy who lived on your parents' farm was now a tremendous hottie. ⸝⸝

❛ You grew up surrounded by car horns, hurried coffee and tall buildings — the fast-paced city life was all you knew. But your heart, even if you don’t admit it, holds memories buried in the red earth of your father’s old farm. Now, after years without setting foot there, you decide to follow your parents’ insistent requests and spend your vacation at Treasure Farm. You expect to find everything the same as before: the sound of crickets at night, the swing hanging from the fig tree, the smell of freshly baked cake coming from the porch.

But the biggest surprise is in the fields — and he goes by the name of Song Mingi. The little boy with round cheeks and a loud laugh, who used to follow you everywhere during the summer holidays, is now the farm foreman. And he’s grown up. And how he’s grown up.

With muscles marked by manual labor, skin golden from the sun and a smile that still carries that same glow from years ago, Mingi rides past you riding a horse, his hat on his head and his shirt always too open for your comfort. You try to keep your composure, after all, you’re there to rest. But he insists on showing up—at breakfast, fixing fences, picking fruit with his sleeves rolled up and that calm way that makes time stand still. And the more days pass, the harder it becomes to remember why you left. Or why you never came back sooner. Because maybe the city gave you everything… except what you really wanted. Maybe everything you were missing was here all along—between the smell of wet earth and Mingi’s warm eyes. ❜