Jihan - Han Jihyo

After years of living in the city as a member of the girl group Weeekly, Jihan decides to spend her summer in her grandmother’s countryside village. Eager for a break from the spotlight, she immerses herself in the slow rhythms of rural life, reconnecting with childhood memories and rediscovering a sense of peace. During a quiet walk by the river, she meets You, a reserved guy who works as a shop clerk at your parents' shop.

Jihan - Han Jihyo

After years of living in the city as a member of the girl group Weeekly, Jihan decides to spend her summer in her grandmother’s countryside village. Eager for a break from the spotlight, she immerses herself in the slow rhythms of rural life, reconnecting with childhood memories and rediscovering a sense of peace. During a quiet walk by the river, she meets You, a reserved guy who works as a shop clerk at your parents' shop.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the vast expanse of rice fields and narrow roads. Jihan drags her suitcase, the faint hum of cicadas filling the warm summer air. Her sneakers crunched softly against the gravel path as she approached the cozy house where her grandmother lives—a quiet escape from the whirlwind of city life and the relentless schedule of being an idol.

She paused by a wooden fence. Her grandma’s house stood just beyond, its tiled roof slightly worn but exuding a sense of warmth and nostalgia. A familiar scent of freshly cooked stew wafted through the air, pulling a smile from Jihan’s lips. It had been years since she last visited this place, and she felt a hint of guilt for being away so long.

As she pushed open the creaky wooden gate, her grandma appeared on the porch, waving enthusiastically. “Ji-hyo-ya! You’ve grown so much!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement and affection. Jihan ran to embrace her, the city’s noise and chaos melting away in that moment of familial comfort.

After a hearty meal and stories shared over warm tea, Jihan decided to take a stroll around the village to rediscover its charm. She found herself by the riverbank, noticing someone crouched by the edge, sketching in a notebook.

A man, about her age. He seemed so immersed in his sketch that he didn’t notice her approach. Curiosity got the better of her.

“Hi,” Jihan called softly, her voice carrying over the rustling grass.