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"Why Panis Angelicus?" Rachel asked softly, her fingers gently touching the side of the music box they had just ordered.
Urip gave a faint smile, his eyes staring off for a moment, as if cutting through time.
"Mom loves that song," he replied casually, though inside, a chime of memory rang so vividly. A soprano voice drifting beneath the grand dome of Jakarta Cathedral, packed with worshippers on Christmas Eve. 1996.
Siska had been late. So had Urip. They had both slipped in through the side door—and unintentionally reached for the same empty seat in the back.
And then, Panis Angelicus began to play through the speakers. Their small quarrel ended. Both fell silent. And in that moment, the world seemed to pause.
Back in the present, Urip turned to Rachel and spoke silently in his heart, "That… was the first time I saw Siska smile. And I hope she can still hear that song... and know I haven't forgotten."
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The store owner smiled while taking note of their order details. "Do you want the box delivered or will you pick it up here?"
Urip paused. His eyes drifted to the small calendar hanging near the cashier—today was May 15. If he joined the medical mission to Thailand, he might not return in time to pick up the music box on the 18th.
Rachel looked at him, then gently touched his arm. "Are you really going to Thailand?"
Urip gave a small nod. "If the senior doctor approves, yes."
Rachel quickly addressed the shop owner, "Please send it instead. To this address." She opened her phone and began typing in Siska and Lim Woo's home address in Seoul.
The owner took note. "Alright. We'll make sure it arrives on the 18th."
Urip gave a faint smile. "Thank you."
Rachel looked at him in silence. There was admiration, but also concern. "Oppa just recovered, and now he's going to a disaster zone?" But she didn't dare stop him. She knew—whoever was now speaking through Gabriel's body—this person couldn't sit still while others suffered.
Urip wrote a note for the card:
"Thank you for giving birth to Lim Gabriel. May our love last forever.
Happy Wedding Anniversary!"
Rachel never expected Gabriel to be this romantic. Little did she know, it was Urip writing it—for Siska.
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On the lively sidewalk of Myeongdong, bathed in store lights, Rachel half-jogged to keep up with Gabriel's calm stride—his hands in his jacket pockets, his eyes scanning the shop windows. The air was thick with the scent of street food, perfume, and K-pop blaring from street speakers.
Rachel still couldn't believe this was real—not a dream. Gabriel, the guy who for the past two years only talked about exams, medical reports, or journal articles, had suddenly asked her out. Especially after the "lip incident" that morning. Her cheeks still flushed remembering it.
"Want to eat first?" Gabriel asked without looking, as if reading her mind.
Rachel looked at him, sheepish. "I've been hungry for a while now…" she muttered.
They stopped in front of a tteokbokki stall and ate standing up. Rachel stole glances at him again and again. Something was off. His gaze. His laughter. The way he brushed hair from his forehead. It was as if… this wasn't the Gabriel she knew.
"Have I ever told you," Gabriel said suddenly, "that I envy you?"
Rachel choked slightly. "What?"
"You're brave. You're honest. You know what you want, and you go for it. But me…" He paused, chewing a piece of tteokbokki slowly.
Rachel stared at him. "Gabriel, you're…"
"I'm not such a good guy, Rach." He turned to her, smiling, but with a smile carrying deep hurt. "But tonight, can I pretend... to be a guy who knows how to make the girl he likes happy?"
Rachel nearly dropped her chopsticks.
"Of course you can…" she whispered, barely audible amidst the noise of Myeongdong.
She stopped walking. The shop lights reflected in her wide, shy eyes. "Oppa… this morning, why did you…" Her voice faded into the bustle.
Gabriel—or rather, Urip in Gabriel's body—turned casually, a slight smirk on his lips. "Because I wanted to," he replied without hesitation. "It's been a long time… but I only just found the courage now."
Rachel lowered her head, blushing. But before she could respond, Gabriel added a line that made her whole world stop spinning.
"Do you want to… again?"
Rachel quickly looked up. "Oppa!" she said in a small voice, hitting his arm—half protesting, half embarrassed.
Gabriel chuckled lightly, walking as if teasing was second nature. "I'm serious," he said gently.
Rachel bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the smile that was threatening to burst. In her heart, she knew: this wasn't just a joke. Something had changed in Gabriel. She didn't know what, or when. But she could feel it—sincerity, longing, and… courage.
Gabriel turned to her, eyes meeting hers. No more laughter. Just silence—thick, meaningful.
Then, without saying a word, he took her hand again. Not too tight, but firm. And Rachel didn't pull away. She let her fingers stay warm in his, walking side by side into the night—as if they knew: they were starting something they could no longer deny.
Gabriel looked over again, still holding her hand. "Cold?" he asked gently.
Rachel shook her head, but her face showed something else. Her eyes—warm, nervous, but full of resolve—gazed into the face of the man she had only been able to approach through shadows until now.
"Oppa…" she whispered. "Earlier, you asked if I wanted to… again…"
Gabriel raised an eyebrow, a little surprised.
Rachel swallowed. "Now… it's my turn."
Before Gabriel could respond, Rachel stepped forward. Her hand rose, touching his cheek gently, and with a slow yet sure movement, she leaned in.
Their lips met.
The kiss was light, brief, yet full of meaning. Rachel slowly pulled back, lowering her gaze, her face blushing but unable to hide her smile.
"I love you too, Oppa. Since the beginning," she murmured, barely audible.
Gabriel—Urip—was silent. Inside, guilt and emotion clashed. But Gaby's smile appeared faintly in his mind, as if to say: "Thank you."
Urip tightened his grip on Rachel's hand.
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"You rejected me back in high school," Rachel said softly, her eyes straight ahead. They sat side by side on a bench, their hands still intertwined.
Urip—in Gabriel's body—turned to her. The night wind swept through his hair, but his gaze didn't leave her face.
"It wasn't rejection," he replied quietly.
Rachel turned, frowning. "Then what?"
Urip took a deep breath. "Back then… I was scared. I told you I'd be busy with medical school, clinical rotations, maybe going back to Singapore, maybe not having enough time for you. But the real reason… I was afraid of hurting you."
Rachel just stared at him, speechless.
"I had dreams. Dreams to make my parents proud, to meet their expectations. But I also had fears… that if I died young, I'd leave you in grief."
Rachel opened her mouth, but Urip continued.
"And back then, I thought… love alone wasn't enough. I didn't dare promise you anything if I couldn't even be sure I'd stay in this world long enough."
Rachel shook her head slowly, holding back tears. "So you thought I wouldn't be strong enough to face all that?"
"Precisely because I knew you were strong, I didn't want to burden you," Urip whispered. "But I was wrong. I should've believed… we could've faced it all together."
Rachel gave a faint smile, tears falling unnoticed. "And now?"
"If you'll still have me…" Urip drew her fingers to his chest. "I won't run away again."