My dad seemed to resettle into our home instantly, always where he was meant to be. The restaurant remained busy, people trickling in throughout the week after hearing of his return. He ignored my every recommendation that he ease back into work, spending most days between the kitchen and my mom's gravesite.

That left Seokjin and I with the free time to explore every part of town. He soaked up memories of my favorite place for burgers, fries and milkshakes and made love to me in the bed I spent the bulk of my life in at every spare moment.

It took everything in me to leave my dad behind at the end of our stay. I forced repeated promises that he'd be okay and would call if that changed before boarding our flight back to Rochester.

"We should have come back a day earlier, given you more time to rest before your first treatment." I fretted on the ride home from the airport. "Remind me tomorrow to check on our flight times before each treatment. I want to make sure there's enough time between traveling and starting the treatments for you to rest well."

"Seline." My name on his lips and touch of my thigh brought my attention to him. He turned his eyes from the road for just a second, making sure he had my focus. "Remember how we talked about doing everything we could to make this time fun?"

While the reminder initially had me pouting I quickly tucked it to the side. He'd been and done absolutely everything for me. I could be fun for him.

"I'm fun." I smirked, making a point of flipping the agenda I'd been reviewing over in my lap before leaning across the console to kiss his smooth cheek. "See, fun."

He chuckled at the enunciation of his request, testing me further when he rolled down my window. "I bet you won't get rid of it completely." He teased, mouth pulled into a smug grin as he pressed a button so that the window shut next to me.

I tucked my seatbelt under my arm to make more room to reach him, crossing the barrier between us easier to reseal my lips to the corner of his mouth. "I won't." I moved to his jaw, feeling the way it flexed under my mouth as he grinned. His neck was next, just by the curve of his Adam's apple so that I could feel it bob against my lips. He gripped the steering wheel tighter, the slight shift he made in his seat the fuel for my own triumphant chuckle. "See, I'm fun."

When we were home I made a point to disguise everything I needed to ensure he was well taken care of as tasks we could still enjoy, starting with a shower to wash away the grime of the airport.

We cooked together, with him handling the bulk of prep while I followed his every instruction. It was an easy meal that he chose to take upstairs, to the same balcony we ate on during the first dinner we shared.

It was dark enough that we needed to use the lights, tiny, white sparkles that shone over Seokjin like stars. When our plates were emptied of ajujjim he reached for my flute of champagne and the bottle next to it.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" I raised a brow, unashamed as I pressed the returned glass to my lips, tonight's pairing so light that I was gulping it down too quickly.

"I wanted to make a toast, but if you insist." He mused, leaning in closer with his salute, our glasses touching and mouths only a breath apart. "To everything we dream of."

Instead of sipping from our chalices we held the thin stems in place, sealing our lips over each other to certify the start of the life we'd been envisioning for months.

He smiled over the edge of his champagne flute, the slightest tint of pink left behind from the stain that transferred during our kiss. Fluttering and chirping from bugs sounded the night and Seokjin got comfortable, sitting back in his seat so that his jogger clad legs were spread.

"Your dream job?" He posed, raising his glass again with the question.

I replied between lifting my feet to rest on his lap, covered by soft knit socks that he stroked from my calf to thigh. "I thought you said I never had to work again."

Every time he found me amusing his cheeks lifted a little higher, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "You don't, unless you want to." He reaffirmed. When he was met with silence he nodded, a hum of approval crossing over his lips before the next question. "Okay, no job. Dream car?"

"I don't think I've ever had one." I shrugged. A second later I was recalling a memory that had been tucked to the back of my mind.

"The most I've ever dreamed about there was with Yoongi. He was always one for dreaming. We'd go around to dealerships in the city, window shopping for cars we couldn't afford. Back then my favorite was this Benz, an E Class I think." I shared, taking another minute to consider my life now. Feeling just as bubbly inside as the few glasses I'd consumed, I was more open and talkative. "But it might be better if I had something bigger for road trips and family stuff."

Our eyes met again, shining with the understanding of another dream we shared but wouldn't look toward for a while. "Dream house?" He moved on quickly,

"I'm not entirely sure about that one either." I admitted.

"You're not great with this." He chaffed, setting down his glass after only a few sips.

I let out a whiny huff, to his further delight. "Fine, tell me yours since it's so easy."

"Whatever you want," he adjusted so that he leaned into me when I playfully rolled my eyes, "as long as I can have a farm."

"A farm? You've never mentioned a farm." I was fizzling with intrigue.

It was as if he'd spent his entire life picturing it, a tinge of bashfulness showing in the small, adorable smile he wore. His lips barely lifted at the corners but there was a twinkling in his eyes as he narrated the image in his mind.

"We'll have a huge plot of land. I'll spend days tending to my crops and the animals." He started.

"Animals?" I interrupted.

His eyes and smile grew bigger. "What's a farm without animals? We'll have chickens, a few cows, goats, maybe even a couple of horses to ride out." I could help but match his energy and I could tell he craved it, becoming more animated at witnessing the approval in my gaze. "We'll even get a pig and in the mornings we'll wake up to crowing from our rooster."

"Can we get a barn cat?" I followed, already picturing something classic, red with ivory features. There'd be hay bails and fences to surround the perimeter. I could learn to ride a horse and manage feedings, but would leave the real dirty work to Seokjin.

"Anything you want." He echoed his earlier sentiment.

We moved together so easily that I wasn't sure who started first, whether I rose or he reached to pull me across the small space between us. Either way I was perched on his lap, arms hanging around his neck while his hands moved from hips to ass to thighs.

"White is harder to clean so I'd prefer cream for the outside, with blue accents. I want a big tree in the front yard with a swing. A big kitchen for you and a smaller living room so everyone will have to be close together while we watch TV or open presents at Christmas. Four bedrooms and a guest room. We'll need a mud room on the back so you can clean up at the end of the day and an outside shower for you to use before you come in." My description was cut off by a question.

"You really think I'll need an outside shower?"

My bottom lip caught under my teeth, holding on to the answer for a moment before replying. "It's for me too, so I can watch you shower off while I'm doing laundry or reading or something."

"I thought you weren't sure about the dream house." His brow rose in another victory for the day.

"It's not the house. I've just never had a final destination in mind. There's a lot of places I could love: a beach house on the coast, a brownstone in New York near Faye, somewhere remote where we could unplug from the entire world, anywhere. You said a farm and it became clearer. I can love a farmhouse too." I explained.

He nodded, clearing my face of the tendrils of hair that fell from my ponytail to frame my cheeks. "What else?"

"I'll need an office."

"I thought you weren't planning to work?" He retorted.

There were only a few people who knew about this part of me, something I'd always wanted but never saw as attainable. "It's technically a job but it's kind of been my dream since I was a kid." I shrugged as if it were nothing. "A book."

"A book?" He mimicked my earlier questioning of his unspoken dream.

"Yes, one day I want to hold a copy of a book that I wrote with my name on the cover." I confirmed the actual desire. I never thought about it beyond those terms, no real yearning for countless readers or to be featured on best-selling lists. After spending most of my life reading any and everything I could get my hands on, I just wanted a story of my own.

"Done." He stated as if he could snap his fingers and bring our every want to fruition.

My intentions for us to have a bath together, a final rue to lure him to relax before bed, became lost in the night of idealizing and cuddling. We fell asleep cradled into one another, Seokjin's velvet lips leaving promises of fulfillment by my ear.

He recited his new dream, puckering into the angle of my neck with each item. "A farmhouse, a book, and you."