cottagecore au but the setting is the sea, a quiet curve of the coast that few know of, and even fewer visit. there are several gulls, dipping and hanging out in tiny groups where the waves are shallow and fish lurk. they chase clams, other ocean prey, before flying back out again. the sun hangs low over the horizon. they sky is a mess, a blur of pinks, oranges and burning yellows. the purples are higher up, threatening to encroach. evening is approaching, and all is calm. even the waves seem to slow, slapping leisurely at the arms of the sand like they're brushing away the day. cleaning it blank. flat. back to where it was before morning.
kim rok soo lives in a coast like this. it's the very one, where his modest cabin sits, small but sturdy. it has low ceilings, thick clay walls. the rooves are thatched but that doesn't mean the rain leaks through. though he can't do much against the humidity of the sea. salt pervades the place, smelling of water. it's peaceful, a place he has for himself and his two cats. his brothers promised to visit with a new pet soon. last kim rok soo heard, it was a lizard. he just hopes it isn't a snake. he doesn't know how it would fare against on and hong. it would be a small miracle if they didn't eat it.
kim rok soo's days start the same. open the windows, open the blinds. he usually wakes with the sun, to see the sunrise is one of the quiet highlights of his day. he doesn't work. not out here, though he has his connection to the rest of the world via his trusty laptop.
after dawn it's breakfast and chores. he makes a simple meal, nothing heavy. some days it's a salad, some days a bowl of fruits. occasionally it's a dish with lean meats and or eggs laden on top, but he doesn't usually start with that. it's bad on his grumpy stomach. after breakfast it's dishes. they glisten brightly in the swamp of light. they dry out on the rack because he doesn't have a dishwasher. but as it's only him it's fine. he doesn't have many dishes to wash at any one time. then for chores:
"what are you doing. move your butt," he tells the kittens, sweeping with a broom around his small cabin. he brushes away the sand and small crabs skittering away with a scuttle. they'll probably be back in several hours.
