Invisible Strings of the Hearts || MYG FF

Chapter 45

LEENA'S POV 💍

We reached Seoul this morning, the vibrant air of Paris now replaced by the more familiar simplicity of Seoul. It was strange how quickly I missed it-the elegance of the Parisian streets, the way the city seemed to hum with an undercurrent of romance and history. But now, we were back, and the memories of our time there felt like a distant dream.

Our car was already waiting for us, the driver standing by as Yoongi handled the luggage. I watched him absently, lost in my thoughts, the weight of everything that had happened between us in Paris settling heavily on my shoulders.

"Leena?" Yoongi's voice broke through the haze, pulling me back from my thoughts.

"Huh?" I blinked, realizing I'd been staring at nothing.

"I'm done with the luggage, get into the car," he said, his tone firm but not unkind.

"Sure," I nodded, pushing my thoughts aside as I slid into the backseat. Yoongi followed me, closing the door behind him as the driver started the engine.

The ride home was quiet, the city of Seoul passing by in a blur outside the window. A gentle breeze flowed through the slightly open window, brushing against my face and bringing with it the scent of hometown.

But there was something else in the air too, something more intangible-the tension that had been building between us since our honeymoon, a tension that was impossible to ignore.

I couldn't help but think about how we had spent our time in Paris, living like a real married couple despite the complicated mess of emotions that lay beneath the surface.

The nights we spent together, the way he held me, kissed me and-

Whatever!

But it was hard to believe that someone could show such intensity without feeling something more. I know he loves me, I could see it in the way he looked at me, the way he touched me, but he is not going to admit it.

Every now and then, I steal a glance at Yoongi, my heart fluttering each time our eyes meet. There was something in his gaze, something that sent butterflies racing through my stomach. I wanted to kiss him, to close the distance between us and just... feel him. But I held back, unsure of where we stood, unsure of what he was thinking.

Seoul looked beautiful around us, the familiar sights and sounds a stark contrast to the city we had just left behind. The streets were quieter here, the people moving at a slower pace, but there was a comfort in it, a sense of belonging that I couldn't deny.

As the car sped down the road, our hands accidentally brushed against each other. The touch was electric, sending a jolt through me that I couldn't ignore. We had intimacy between us yet This small touch felt like an adrenaline rush.

I glanced down, trying to understand whether it was truly an accident or something more intentional. Our pinky fingers touched, and for a brief moment, they intertwined, holding onto each other in a way that felt both tentative and intimate.I can say it was not Accidental at all

My breath caught in my throat, the connection between us palpable in that small gesture. The moment lingered, stretching out until it felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of us.

But then,

"Sir, we reached home" the driver's voice cut through the silence, announcing that we had reached home. The spell was broken, and I pulled my hand back, my heart still racing from the fleeting contact.

As soon as we walked into the house, the familiar warmth of the home enveloped us. The sight of our family members' faces, all lit up with joy, made my heart swell. It felt like we hadn't been gone long, but I hadn't realized how much I missed them until this moment.