The Sound of Rain ^Minsung^

You are all I need

*Disclaimer: I do not speak Korean (obviously) so to avoid confusion and because I'm too lazy to use google translate, spoken English will be in regular font, spoken Korean will be in italics

*A little over one month later*

"Um, you can set that there," Jisung decided, pointing at the one last bit of space on the floor.

The movers nodded, seemingly understanding despite the fact he'd accidentally spoken in English, and they set the large box they were carrying in the right spot.

"Thank you." Jisung managed to say through his messy brain.

As the movers gave small respective bows and left, another man with thick hair and a straight posture strode into the empty apartment, his subtle scent similar to how Minho once described Jisung's. "You chose well, this place is nice." His strong accent made Jisung smile.

"Well, you helped me choose it, so I won't take all of the credit." Jisung fidgeted a little, eyes dancing over his soon-to-be living space. Though he spent his first week in Korea with his father, he still wasn't totally comfortable with him yet, but that had nothing to do with how his father was. In fact, he was very kind, and he was trying so hard to make things go smoothly between them. Jisung was just awkward around new people.

Mr. Han said something very quickly in Korean, much too fast for Jisung to understand, and he laughed a little when he noticed his son's baffled expression. "Sorry, I know you are still learning. Do you need help? With... opening things? Getting set up?"

Jisung lightly shook his head. "No, that's alright." He bit his lip. "I can take care of this slowly. I have a..." How do I say this? "A certain way of things?"

His father smiled. "Very good, Jisung. You're already getting better." He checked his watch. "I'll have to get going now. But call if you need."

"I will, thanks." I guess I need to learn how to say 'I have a system' in Korean. The pair shared a slightly awkward hug, and then his father bid him goodnight before leaving. And for the first time in weeks, all was quiet.

Jisung became aware of his heart, thumping loudly in his chest as it had been since he made the insane decision to move countries. Beth's words had inspired him, and the small letter from his father further motivated him to come back to his roots. So with the help of his father and Beth's generous wealth, he finally made his way across the world.

To say he was scared shitless was an understatement, but now that he was here, standing in a beautiful apartment, having reunited with his family, including a few cousins he didn't know about, he felt... lighter. Saying goodbye to Westfair and the library was hard and bittersweet, but he vowed to visit at least once a year, if only to see the library and visit the cemetery. And now he had to find a job, but thankfully it wasn't a pressing issue, considering he had plenty of extra funds now. And a job was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment.

Jisung still hadn't contacted Minho, but for a reason. At first he was a little scared to, his overthinking telling him that it was probably all over with the alpha. But his heart knew better than his mind, and he decided to surprise him.

Now that he was actually in Korea and found a place to settle, Jisung realized he had no idea how to surprise Minho without already giving everything away. True, he could call Minho, ask where he worked, lived, and what public areas he frequented the most, but that would scream the fact Jisung was already there.

So in the midst of unpacking his clothes and bedding, Jisung decided to give himself a break, and with the help of his phone, made his way through the neighborhood he now lived in until he found an omega/alpha-safe cafe. Bless that app Minho showed him so long ago.