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The first day of being here went by too quickly, and onto the second day, I told myself that I'd make sure to get the most of this spontaneous trip here.

I didn't open my phone for most of the time, I only used it for things like paying, or directions. But with things such as music, or messaging, or calling for that matter, I didn't use, didn't open, nothing.

I sort of just went off the grid for the time being.

And I knew that Heeseung was getting concerned over how silent I was, I mean, I understand, it must be honestly terrifying not hearing from your sister at all after she stormed out.

I read some texts he sent me from my homescreen, but I was still adamant on not opening them, so it wouldn't say that I read them.

heeseung: ji-eun please where are you

heeseung: im sorry just please come back home

heeseung: we only have each other

heeseung: give me a sign that you're alive at least

After all these years, he still had no idea how petty I can get? Honestly, does he even know me?

But whatever, I turned my phone off, throwing it onto the towel that I set on the sand, and ran off towards the waves at the beach I was at right now.

It was much warmer here than in central Seoul, so I could do more things than I expected I could've done.

Sure, it would've been nicer to be here with someone, but being alone wasn't too bad either, I guess I got to learn about my own happiness for once.

The waves crashed down beneath me, lukewarm water splashing my legs. I basked in the sun, while walking in the shallow ends of the water, just taking in the clear, blue skies and the addictive scent of baked goods.

I'm pretty sure all the locals thought I must have been on some manic episode, a tourist that clearly lost her mind and is now here, but to be fair, will I see these people again? No.

After a moment of hanging out on the beach, I took my things, continuing my walk down the small town. It was a reserved area, everybody knew each other more or less, and a lot of places that I was amazed by, were not popular whatsoever.

I ended up settling at some bakery, it did give me a few flashbacks to my own workplace, but I tried to not think much of it.

I sat down after ordering something small, looking at how an older man was schooling the younger man how to make and prepare something.

I could tell he was making a lot of mistakes, and the older man was on the verge of scolding him for it. But then they laughed it off, and tried again.

"Ah, I give up, all hope is lost." The older one shook his head with a breathy chuckle.

"I really can't, I don't know what's wrong with this batter." The younger man held up crumbling batter, one that was certainly too dry for whatever he was making.

"What're you making?" I decided to ask, approaching the counter as I looked at the stuff on the kitchen counter.

"Attempting to make bread for the first time, but my dough just, won't.. act like dough.." He showed me how basically it was crumbling to pieces, and even after adding some more wet ingredients, it just didn't have the consistency it was supposed to.

Somehow, I managed to be baking despite it being my break, I suppose if you can call it that.

It was good fun, a family owned bakery, and the younger man was the son of the older one, and he was trying to school the younger man to make pastries and other delicacies so he could run the bakery.

I ended up fixing the dough, and explaining thoroughly what actually went wrong and how to fix issues like this. The older man just watched, nodding his head with a light smile as we put the dough in the oven.

"You're not from here, are you?" The older one asked, "See Siwan? That's how it's supposed to be done." He scolded his son jokingly as he just glared at his father.

"You didn't even tell me half the things she told me." He scoffed, washing his hands as I turned to look at the owner.

"No, I'm actually from Seoul, but I just came here for a break." I gave him a light smile as he nodded, a pleasant grin on his face.

"I've heard about you from the neighbours, saying that there's a new tourist in town, and she might be a little crazy." He gave a breathy laugh as I did too, "You don't seem bad at all."

Well, that's a great impression of me, I suppose.