Bubble Tea

Jaemin and Stella : Their story pt. 2

Song for the chapter: Me too by Meghan Trainor

Jaemin's POV:

As the wheels of my private jet touched down on the tarmac at Incheon International Airport, a wave of nostalgia and anticipation washed over me. I hadn't set foot in Korea for four years, and now, returning as the heir to one of the most powerful chaebol families, I felt a mix of familiarity and trepidation.

The airport was teeming with people - journalists, fans, and curious onlookers, all vying for a glimpse of my return. The flash of cameras was nearly blinding, and the buzz of excited reporters filled the air. My entourage of bodyguards swiftly formed a protective barrier around me, guiding me through the throng of people. The sheer number of them, their coordinated movements, and the aura of authority they exuded all served as a stark reminder of my status.

"Jaemin-ssi! How was your time in America?" one reporter shouted, shoving a microphone toward me. "Jaemin-ssi, any comments on your future plans?"

Another reporter chimed in, "Jaemin-ssi, are you excited to take over the family business?"

I offered a polite smile but kept moving. The chauffeur, impeccably dressed in a crisp suit, held open the door of the sleek black limousine waiting for me. As I slipped inside, the noise from outside was instantly muffled. The interior of the car was as luxurious as I remembered - plush leather seats, a mini-bar stocked with my favorite drinks, and state-of-the-art technology.

We pulled away from the airport, a convoy of identical limousines following close behind. I glanced out the window at the familiar skyline of Seoul. It felt strange to be back, yet the city had an unmistakable energy that I had missed.

As we approached the family estate, the gates opened automatically, revealing the grand mansion that stood as a testament to our wealth and influence. My parents were waiting at the entrance, their expressions a mixture of pride and expectation. My mother, elegant as always, wore a warm smile, while my father stood beside her, his posture straight and commanding.

"Welcome home, Jaemin," my mother said, embracing me. Her perfume, a scent I had known all my life, brought back a flood of memories.

"It's good to be back," I replied, returning her hug.

My father extended his hand, and I shook it firmly. "You've made us proud, son. Now, let's get you settled. There's much to discuss."

As we walked through the grand foyer of our home, I couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. The marble floors, the ornate chandeliers, the family portraits lining the walls - everything was exactly as I remembered, yet it all felt different. Maybe it was me who had changed.

We gathered in the spacious living room, the walls adorned with artwork and family heirlooms. Servants quickly brought out tea and snacks, a display of the hospitality ingrained in our household.

My father began speaking, his tone serious. "Jaemin, we're glad you're home. It's time for you to focus on the business. You've had your fun in America, but now it's time to take up your responsibilities here."

I nodded, feeling the weight of his words. "I understand, father. I'm ready."

My mother placed a gentle hand on my arm. "You should rest for today, Jaemin. From tomorrow, you will start handling the office work and join as the new CEO of King's Group. It's a lot to take in, and we want you to be at your best."

I appreciated their concern, but I was eager to dive into my new role. "Thank you, mother. I'll rest today and be ready to start tomorrow."

After an exhausting first day back home, I finally settled into my bed, the luxurious sheets offering a familiar comfort. I reached for my phone, eagerly waiting to see Stella's face. As the call connected, her smiling face appeared on the screen, immediately making the distance between us feel a little less daunting.