secret love

29| solace

Mrs. Han settled into her chair, her eyes clouded with concern, as she served breakfast to herself and her husband. "Honey, I've been pondering something lately," she said, her voice tinged with apprehension.

Mr. Han's curiosity was piqued, and he set his spoon down, his gaze locked onto hers. "What's on your mind?" he asked, his tone encouraging.

Mrs. Han's brow furrowed, her voice laced with maternal instinct. "It's about Jisung. I've been observing him, and I sense something's amiss. I'm not sure if it's just a mother's intuition or mere paranoia, but I'm growing increasingly worried."

Mr. Han's expression turned solemn, his eyes filled with understanding. He nodded for her to continue, his face a picture of attentiveness.

Mrs. Han's words spilled out, her anxiety evident. "I'm concerned about his well-being, especially since he's living in Malaysia. I feel disconnected from him, even when he was living with us."

Mr. Han's face softened, his eyes warm with reassurance. He reached out, enveloping her hand in his. "Don't worry, dear. Jisung's healthy and thriving. I understand your concerns, but trust me, he's fine."

Mrs. Han's uncertainty lingered, her eyes searching for validation. "But—"

Mr. Han's gentle squeeze interrupted her. "And remember why I insisted Minho accompany him to Malaysia instead of our usual assistance?"

A faint smile spread across Mrs. Han's face, her eyes sparkling with comprehension. "You wanted Minho to keep an eye on him, didn't you?"

Mr. Han nodded, his expression reassuring. "Exactly. Minho's presence ensures Jisung's safety and well-being. Trust me, dear, our son is in good hands."

Mrs. Han's shoulders relaxed, her face reflecting a mixture of relief and gratitude. Her husband's words had alleviated some of her worries, but the lingering concern still shadowed her eyes

Despite his reassuring words, a flicker of concern danced in Mr. Han's eyes  betrayed his calm demeanor. He masked it with a warm smile, his voice infused with optimism.

"Besides, Jisung and Minho will be returning from Malaysia soon – either today or tomorrow, depending on their plans. They'll be back before you know it, so try not to worry excessively, dear."

Mrs. Han's face lit up with anticipation, her worries momentarily alleviated. "That's wonderful! I've missed him terribly."

Mr. Han's smile broadened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I know, dear."

The couple's conversation continued, their voices filled with excitement and anticipation, but Mr. Han's hidden concerns lingered, a constant reminder of the uncertainties surrounding his son's life.

Meanwhile, 

"No!"
Jisung rebuffed, his voice firm but fragile.

Minho's sigh betrayed his frustration and worry. Jisung's gaunt appearance – sunken eyes and pale face – unsettled him.

"Listen to me, just this once!" Minho urged, his tone stern but laced with concern. He grasped Jisung's hand, his touch sparking a jolt of electricity , he guide Jisung toward the bed. Jisung's reluctance was palpable, but Minho's firm grip brooked no resistance.

"Sit,"
Minho instructed, his voice softening. As Jisung settled onto the bed, Minho's anxiety spiked.

"Can't you see how dire your condition is?" Minho pressed.

"You don't want to talk to me, that's fine, don't. But you are even ignoring your own health." Minho complained.

Minho's fingers grazed Jisung's forehead, searching for any sign of warmth. But Jisung's skin felt chilled to the touch. Minho's concern deepened despite the rift between them.