The Wings of Harmony

22. Flying high up in the sky

Once inside, Nam Joon closed the door and wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his face on her shoulder.

Manya, smiling, asked, "How much weight have you lost?"

"Not much," he replied. "What about you?"

Instead of answering, Manya gently freed herself from his embrace and turned to face him. "Take off your shirt; I want to check. You look thinner."

As he started to remove his shirt, he joked, "Looks like you have a hidden agenda"

She gave him a look of disbelief and gasped, "Joonah, you're so much thinner! You must have lost over 10 kg. What on earth have you been eating? I'm really worried about you," she said, her concern evident.

Nam Joon stepped closer, lifted her up, and carried her to the couch. "You've lost weight too," he said softly. "I can see it."

Feeling the warmth of his body pressed against hers, Manya was overwhelmed with emotion. The soft glow of the room bathed them in a tender light as she reached up to kiss him, her lips meeting his in a slow, lingering embrace. She melted into him, her heart racing as she felt the comforting rhythm of his breath.

Wrapped in each other's arms, they sank into the plush cushions of the couch, the world outside fading away. Their closeness brought an exquisite sense of peace, as if they were the only two people in existence. Manya nestled against him, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on his chest, while he held her with a protective tenderness.

For that precious moment, they were cocooned in their own private sanctuary, seeking solace and love. Each touch and whispered word was a promise, a quiet affirmation of their deep connection. The room was filled with the soft murmur of their shared breaths and the sweet, unspoken reassurance that, despite everything, they had found their way back to each other.

Because Nam Joon was a little seductive, Manya started to get a bit carried away, her fingers reaching for the top of her shirt, Nam Joon's soft chuckle broke the moment. He gently took her hands in his, his touch tender and reassuring. She looked at him in confusion as he revealed a pendant around his neck. Inside the pendant were two intertwined rings, catching the light in a subtle, enchanting shimmer.

"Marry me first," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

She was taken aback, stepping away from him with a look of disbelief. "You're such a tease!" she exclaimed, her voice in amusement.

Nam Joon grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I prefer to think of myself as a charming player," he replied with a playful wink.

They both burst into laughter, the tension easing between them. Pulling her back into his embrace, he whispered with a warm smile, "There's no rush. We have all the time in the world. Let's savor every moment and take it one step at a time."

"By the way, we'll be seeing the other members tomorrow," he added casually.

Manya looked at him with a frown. "So you're not rushing me, but you're already planning setting up a whirlwind introduction with the rest of the family tomorrow? That's quite the contradiction, you know!" She grinned.

Nam Joon said, "I couldn't keep this from them any longer. I really want you to meet them."

Manya smiled apologetically. "I'm so sorry, Baby, but I can't do it tomorrow. My schedule is packed. Please give me a little more time to sort things out, and then I promise we'll arrange a proper introduction."

Nam Joon nodded understandingly.