Letter 2 U

Part 39 - The return

The trip to Korea was tiring, but Mark could notice how his husband's enthusiasm refused to decline as soon as they set foot on Incheon International Airport. There was a certain familiarity in the air of that country which made him feel quite sentimental. The American had spent more than eight years of his life there and even though he had to face many challenges during his kpop idol days, that place still held a special place in his heart. The people, the language, the culture, everything looked the same. And being there once again with Jinyoung, now as his husband, made his heart beat faster with anticipation. He didn't know how his in-laws would welcome them, he just hoped that they would accept him or at least tolerate the fact that their marriage was just a proof of how in love and committed to each other they were. Jinyoung walked by his side, giving all his attention to him, but now and then he would steal a glance at their surroundings, afraid that some fan could recognize the two. If an ahgase jumped on Mark, he knew he would have to discreetly take care of the situation, after all he didn't know if his husband was ready to deal with a loyal fan or a random sasaeng so soon. Luckily, the masks and sunglasses they wore were enough to keep their identity hidden. They didn't have a problem finding a taxi either, even though the airport was extremely packed due to the upcoming holiday. As soon as they reached Jinyoung's apartment, the Korean pushed his husband against the closed door and gave him a breathtaking kiss.

"Wow, I wanted to do this as soon as we landed." The younger whined, abandoning the elder's lips. He nuzzled his husband's neck, teasing the soft flesh with gentle bites. Mark closed his eyes and just titled his head a bit to give more access to Jinyoung's breath against his skin.

"I wanted to do this even while we were on the plane." The American said giggling as the Korean tickled his sides.

"Are you hungry? What about we order some food?" Jinyoung suggested as he held him by the waist, guiding Mark to the couch.

"What about eating me first?" The American replied sexily as he winked at the younger. Jinyoung shook his head in disbelief.

"That sounds very tempting, sir. However, I don't want you to pass out while we are at it. You need sustenance to keep up with me. Only when you're properly fed, I'll gladly chew you up. How does that sound?" Jinyoung asked as he glanced at his watch.

"It's incredible how you never miss the time of any of my meds. It's like you're my hot nurse or something." Mark smiled as he observed Jinyoung open a bag and take his pills out of it.

"I'd invite you for an exhilarating session of shower sex with your hot nurse right now, but I know these make you drowsy. So you stay here, order some food for us and later I'll give you a bath myself, okay?" Jinyoung told the American as he handed him his pills, gave him a kiss on the cheek and got up from the couch.

"Yes, daddy." Mark cooed, batting his eyes at the younger. Jinyoung only made a face as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom.

"Just don't order pizza, okay? We're not in America anymore. Let's try something else. Surprise me." The Korean waved at his husband and disappeared into his en suite. The elder obediently took his cellphone from his pocket, opened his food app and tried to choose the best and most exotic Korean dishes for their late brunch. It only took five minutes before someone rang the bell of the apartment. He was clearly impressed with the quickness of that delivery service. He gulped down a pill and went to get the door. When he opened it, he was greeted with a familiar smug look.

"I knew it was you! I saw someone in front of the building with Jin and I had no doubt! I called Bam and asked him if you were in town and then he said I was tripping. Come here, man." The idol pulled Mark to him and gave the elder a bone-crushing hug. The American returned the hug without the same intensity. That one spoke such a fast Korean that Mark could barely follow what was spurting from his mouth. It would take the elder sometime to get used to the rhythm of the language again. The guest finally released him and took a better look at his face. The American couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed. That guy knew how to make him blush.