Dear Honey | HeeJayke

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1: ʀᴇᴊᴜᴠᴇɴᴇꜱᴄɪᴍᴇɴᴛᴏ

Jake's POV

The wind hit my face as Heeseung drove. The road was empty, the clouds were blocking the sun, and the trees were rustling. I stared out the window. It's been so long since I've been in a place like this, last time I remember was when I was a child. "Put Your Head On My Shoulder" by Paul Anka played on the stereo. Classic.

"Hon, I'm starving," Heeseung suddenly said. "Let's find a place to eat, yeah?"

I nodded. We eventually found a diner named "Betty's" with a flickering neon sign. We pulled in and stepped inside. A nice lady behind the counter greeted us with a warm smile. "Afternoon, folks! Sit wherever you like."

Heeseung stayed at the counter to order, and I slid into a booth. The place had checkered floors, chrome accents, and a jukebox humming an unfamiliar song in the corner.

Heeseung came back and sat across from me. "Hon, got us burgers and fries. You okay with that?"

"Yeah, thanks," I said, wrapping my hands around the warm coffee mug he'd brought. It felt good, comforting.

Heeseung looked at me seriously. "Hon, about your family... You can't let them get to you. We're starting fresh, remember?" He suddenly asked.

"They never saw me for who I am," I said, frustration bubbling up, but I tried to calm myself down. "I mean, I don't even ask them for money anymore, it's me who provides. I've been an attorney for five bullshit years, but they always wanted me to be something I'm not."

Heeseung reached across the table, his hand covering mine. "You are who you are, and that's enough. We're going to build a new life, far away from all that."

The waitress arrived with our food. "Here you go, dears. Anything else you need, just let me know."

"Thank you, darling." Heeseung said with a smile.

I picked at my food. The conversation lingered in my mind. "Hon... do you really think we can start over?"

"Of course, I do, hon," Heeseung said, taking a bite of his burger. "We have each other, and that's all that matters. We'll figure the rest out as we go."

We ate in silence, the noise of the diner filling the gaps. For a moment, I let myself believe we could escape the darkness and find a new beginning.

Heeseung and I hit the road again and rolled into this new town. Rows of houses greeted us, all neat and tidy, with locals casting curious glances and smiles our way. I smiled back, "Looks like folks here are friendly." I muttered, still looking out the window.

"Told you, I picked this town because of the locals, and it's beautiful too." Heeseung said, his pride evident.

We pulled up to the driveway of the house Heeseung and I had bought. It was big, probably bigger than we needed, but still perfect. We wandered through the place, me heading to the kitchen first while Heeseung parked the car in the garage. My stomach grumbled as I peeked at the empty counters. Food will have to wait.

I made my way upstairs and found three doors. Two were empty, but the third was the master bedroom. Prime real estate, I thought, pushing the door open. Suddenly, Heeseung snuck up behind me, his lips trailing along my neck.

"Calm down, we haven't even got the things ready yet," I chuckled, enjoying his touch but aware of the chaos still in boxes.

"Well, we can worry about that later, hm?" Heeseung murmured against my neck, his voice sending shivers down my spine. Maybe he's right, we can settle in later...