The Empire (Underworld 3) MW

37: For Us

The next day, the sun rose over the picturesque streets of Italy, casting a warm glow over the bustling marketplace. Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Mingyu, and Wonwoo decided to spend the day together, embracing the beauty and culture of their surroundings. They strolled through the narrow alleys, the cobblestones under their feet adding a rustic charm to their journey.

Their first stop was a quaint little café, tucked away in a charming corner of the city. The scent of fresh pasta and baking bread wafted through the air, enticing them to settle at a table outside. The café's vibrant flowers and twinkling fairy lights created an enchanting ambiance.

Mingyu, always the food enthusiast, eagerly scanned the menu. "This place is known for its incredible carbonara," he announced, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Trust me, you won't be disappointed."

Jeonghan chuckled, nudging Seungcheol playfully. "Looks like we've got ourselves a food guide."

Seungcheol smiled, a rare, relaxed expression softening his features. "I'm looking forward to it. It's nice to just... enjoy the moment."

Wonwoo nodded in agreement, his heart swelling with a sense of peace. "It feels like a fresh start, being here together."

As they savored their meal, the conversation flowed effortlessly. They shared stories, reminisced about old times, and caught up on each other's lives. Laughter echoed through the air, blending harmoniously with the distant sounds of street musicians playing soulful melodies.

"Remember that time Wonwoo tried to cook ramen and nearly set the kitchen on fire?" Jeonghan teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Wonwoo groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Do we really have to bring that up?"

Mingyu laughed, wrapping an arm around Wonwoo. "I've come to realize that cooking is not one of his strong suits. But he's great at other things."

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh? And what might those be?"

"Being my adorable husband, for one," Mingyu replied, pressing a kiss to Wonwoo's temple.

Jeonghan pretended to gag. "You two are sickeningly sweet."

Wonwoo grinned, leaning into Mingyu's embrace. "Jealous much?"

"Maybe a little," Jeonghan admitted, shooting Seungcheol a playful look. "But we've got our own charm, right, Cheol?"

Seungcheol chuckled, nodding. "Absolutely. No one can resist our combined charisma."

After lunch, they wandered through the vibrant shops, admiring the local crafts and indulging in a bit of retail therapy. Jeonghan and Wonwoo marveled at the intricate jewelry, their eyes sparkling with delight. Meanwhile, Seungcheol and Mingyu engaged in a playful debate over the best leather goods.

"Hyung, you have to admit, this jacket would look amazing on you," Mingyu insisted, holding up a sleek leather jacket.

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "I don't know, Gyu. I'm more of a classic suit guy."

Jeonghan smirked, stepping between them. "Why not try something new, Cheol? Besides, it's Italy. When in Rome, right?"

Seungcheol chuckled, giving in. "Alright, alright. Let's see how it looks."

Jeonghan clapped his hands in excitement. "Fashion show! I get to judge."

Mingyu spun around, showing off the jacket. "What do you think, Jeonghan?"

Jeonghan pretended to scrutinize Mingyu, tapping his chin. "Hmm, not bad. But I think it would look better on Wonwoo."

Wonwoo's eyes widened as Mingyu draped the jacket over his shoulders. "What? No, I can't pull this off."