The morning of the departure was a quiet hum of organized chaos in the hanok. Y/N’s large backpack stood propped by the door, its compartments zipped and bulging. Taehyung moved around the space with a practiced ease that came from a lifetime of proximity, his presence as essential as any item she had packed.

“Passport?” he asked, not looking up from where he was double-checking the side pocket of her carry-on.