Secret Love

31| crossroads

As the plane touched down at Incheon International Airport, Jisung's thoughts gradually returned to the present. The engines' gentle hum subsided, replaced by the soft chatter of passengers. Minho's eyes lifted from the safety brochure, his gaze meeting Jisung's. Together, they disembarked, stepping into Korea's crisp autumn air.

The same driver stood patiently beside Minho's sleek black sedan, its polished surface gleaming in the afternoon sun. "Welcome back, sir," the driver said, bowing slightly. Minho nodded, his expression softening. Jisung's gaze lingered on the car, memories of their Malaysian journey resurfacing.

"I'll drop you home," Minho said, his voice low and gentle. Jisung nodded, his heart swelling with gratitude. The driver handed Minho the keys, "Take care, sir," said before disappearing into the crowd.

Minho slid into the driver's seat, his hands moving deftly over the wheel. Jisung settled beside him, the familiar scent of Minho's car enveloping them. The soft purr of the engine filled the air as they navigated Seoul's cityscape. Their silence was comfortable, the warm sunlight dancing across Minho's profile.

As the evening unfolded, Minho's thoughts turned to dinner. "Let's grab something to eat," he suggested, his eyes meeting Jisung's. Jisung nodded, his stomach growling in agreement. Minho navigated the streets, stopping at a cozy restaurant nearby. Inside, the aroma of Korean cuisine enveloped them, and they savored the flavors.

After dinner, they returned to the car, but Jisung's exhaustion soon took over. His eyelids drooped, and his head lolled to the side. Minho's heart swelled with concern. He gently adjusted Jisung's seat, ensuring his comfort.

The drive continued, with Jisung's soft breathing filling the air. An hour passed, and they arrived at Han residence. Minho's gaze lingered on Jisung's peaceful face, hesitant to wake him.

But Jisung looked so tired, and Minho couldn't bear to disturb him. He decided to carry Jisung inside instead.

With tender care, Minho slid out of the car and opened Jisung's door. He scooped Jisung into his arms, cradling him. Jisung's head nestled against Minho's shoulder, his arms wrapping trustingly around Minho's neck. Their bodies aligned, warmth spreading through their touch.

Minho's heart skipped a beat as he walked slowly to the doorstep and rang the bell. Mrs. Han opened the door, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Minho," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with warmth.

Minho nodded, his eyes locked on Jisung's face. Mrs. Han stepped aside, allowing Minho to pass.

He walked softly to Jisung's room, his footsteps quiet on the floor. Gently, he laid Jisung on the bed, ensuring his comfort.

Jisung's hand remained clasped around Minho's neck, their fingers intertwined. A soft sigh escaped Jisung's lips, and Minho's heart swelled.

He smiled softly, his eyes lingering on Jisung's peaceful face. Gently, he freed himself, Jisung's hand falling onto the bed.

Minho's gaze lingered, drinking in Jisung's serenity. "Goodnight," he whispered.

Next, he went to take Jisung's luggage, carrying them inside the house up to Jisung's room and heading back down stairs.

"Thank you so much, Minho. I really appreciate and am very grateful to you," Mrs. Han said, her eyes shining with warmth.

"It's not a problem at all. It was my responsibility," Minho replied.

Mrs. Han's expression turned sincere.

"I'm so happy to have you as Jisung's friend, Minho. Your bond is a treasure. Please, don't let anything come between you two. Your friendship is too precious to be broken."