Secret Love

8| sorry

"Alright, so the engagement is set for next week. Is that confirmed?" one of them asked, seeking final confirmation.

"Yeah, from our side, everything is in order," another person replied, nodding in agreement. The others present also nodded, indicating their consent.

Mrs. Lee's face lit up with a warm smile. "Then it's settled. We're all on the same page."

"How do you feel about this, Minho?" his mother asked, her tone gentle but inquiring.

Minho's response was barely audible, his words more a muttered lament than a genuine answer. "How am I supposed to feel?" He didn't meet his mother's gaze, his eyes fixed on some unseen point beyond her shoulder.

His mother's expression turned encouraging. "Be excited, Minho! You'll be engaged in just a week. Try to smile, to show some enthusiasm." But Minho's face remained impassive, his eyes clouded with discontent.

"I don't want to force myself to smile when I don't feel like it," he said, his voice tinged with frustration. His mother sighed, her shoulders sagging in defeat. She knew Minho didn't want this, that he was being forced into a fate he didn't desire.

With a quiet "I'm going to my room," Minho turned and left, the soft click of his door shutting behind him, a clear indication that he wanted to be alone. His mother's concerned gaze lingered on the closed door, her heart heavy with worry.

Minho collapsed onto his bed, his face a map of exhaustion and frustration. He stared blankly at the ceiling, his mind reeling with thoughts of the impending engagement. "Next week?" he muttered, the words barely audible. In just a week, everyone would know about his marriage, and the news would spread like wildfire.

But Minho's concerns weren't about the public's reaction; they were about one person in particular. "How am I going to hide this from him?" he wondered, his thoughts consumed by Jisung. With their fathers being close friends, Minho was certain that Mr. Han already knew about the engagement. And if Mr. Han knew, then it was possible that Jisung's mother was also aware.

But what about Jisung himself? Did he already know? Minho's mind whirled with questions, his anxiety spiking with every passing moment. If Jisung found out, would he come to Minho, asking for an explanation? But they were barely speaking, their friendship strained to the breaking point. How could they possibly discuss something as monumental as Minho's engagement?

"Jisung, are you excited?" his mom asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

Jisung's expression turned perplexed. "Why would I be excited, Mom? And what's it about?" He frowned, his brow furrowed in confusion.

His mom's eyes widened in surprise, her eyebrows knitting together. "Wait a minute, you don't know?" she asked, her tone incredulous.

Jisung shook his head, his confusion deepening. "Know what, Mom? I have no idea what you're talking about."

His mom's expression turned from surprise to amusement. "You're kidding me, Jisung. Why wouldn't you know about this?" She chuckled, a hint of mirth in her voice.

Jisung's eyebrows shot up. "Eh? What do you mean?" He asked, his curiosity piqued.

His mom's smile faltered, and she leaned in, a conspiratorial glint in her eye. "I think someone's planning to surprise you. That's all I can say."

Jisung's curiosity was now in overdrive. "Can you please tell me what it's about, Mom? You're killing me!" he exclaimed.

But his mom just smiled and shook her head. "If minho wants to surprise you, I won't spoil it. You'll just have to wait and see."