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[yumiyue07]

Heartstrings in Seoul

Part 1

Minutes stretched into an eternity as you waited for H/N's message. Finally, the notification sound of your smartphone broke the silence. The sight of his name on your screen was a ray of hope. Relief washed over you as you grabbed your bag and practically sprinted out of the building.

H/N had parked discreetly a block away, a baseball cap pulled low over his forehead and sunglasses shielding his face. A surge of warmth filled you at the sight of him. But as you neared the car, disaster struck. The precarious stiletto heel of your summer sandals, a choice more for style than practicality, snapped with a sickening crack. You lurched forward, barely catching yourself before you tumbled to the ground in a flurry of tangled straps and singed pride. A wave of embarrassment washed over you as you struggled to regain your balance, the world tilting at an awkward angle. H/N started to get out, but you waved him off, the last thing you needed was to draw attention. A curse word bubbled up from your throat, the final straw on a mountain of misery. "Damn, that's all I needed. How fitting for this great day," you muttered under your breath, your voice laced with frustration.

Taking a deep breath, you scooped up the broken heel and, ignoring the amused stares of bystanders, limped your way towards the car, the weight of the day settling heavily on your shoulders alongside the throbbing ache in your ankle. The last thing you wanted was to draw attention to H/N and risk causing a scandal. Keeping your relationship secret was crucial to protect his career.

You practically flung yourself into the passenger seat, annoyance and frustration simmering beneath the surface. H/N didn't need words to understand. His gaze, filled with deep concern, held yours for a moment before he reached for your hand. The warmth of his touch was an immediate balm, a silent promise of comfort. As he placed a gentle kiss on the back of it, a wave of relief washed over you, loosening the tension that had coiled tight in your chest all day. The car ride was filled with a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of passing cars.

H/N didn’t ask any questions. It was better not to talk to you in this state. He knew you inside and out. Instead he rested his hand protectively over yours. The gentle pressure was a silent acknowledgment of your distress.

Leaning back against the headrest, you closed your eyes, trying to block out the replay of the day’s events in your mind. The throbbing in your ankle was a dull counterpoint to the soothing rhythm of the journey. An incipient pain pulsed in your temples, a souvenir from the day's stress.

"Thank you," you whispered, trying to keep the tears at bay. The unspoken gratitude hung heavy in the air, met by a reassuring squeeze from his hand.

Reaching your apartment building felt like a small victory. As you gathered your belongings, H/N exited the car with a swift, practiced motion. He held your door open with a graceful arc, his hand hovering protectively over your head to shield you from the door frame. A wave of gratitude washed over you. His attentiveness, always a constant in your relationship, warmed your heart.

Despite the fading sunlight, he kept his sunglasses on and his cap pulled low, a constant reminder of the secrecy you had to maintain. Even in your neighborhood, his cautious demeanor remained, a shield against the ever-present possibility of prying eyes.

H/N took your bag from you and unlocked the apartment complex door with practiced ease. Inside, he used the key with the cute pendant you'd given him, a sweet reminder of your new life together. He ushered you in first, then set down your bag and finally shed his disguise.

The moment his familiar face was revealed, the dam you'd been holding back all day finally broke. Tears streamed down your cheeks as he pulled you into a tight hug. It was a hug that spoke volumes, a wordless promise of safety and comfort. The warmth of his embrace and the familiar scent of his cologne all washed over you in a wave of relief. You buried your face in his shoulder, clinging to him like a lifeline in a storm. He gently stroked your head, his touch a soothing balm.

"Everything will be fine," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble against your ear. "I'm here for you. Tell me what happened. Share your load with me."

When your sobs had subsided to shaky breaths, he cupped your face in his hands, his eyes filled with concern and something more profound - a love that went beyond words.

"Whatever it was, I'm so sorry you had to go through that," he said softly. "It breaks my heart to see you like this. I always want to see you happy." He brushed a tear from your cheek with his thumb, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine. You tried to smile, but it came out as a wobbly mess, followed by another hiccup sob. The next wave of tears threatened to engulf you, but H/N was there, a steady presence in the chaos.

"Come on, let's sit down," he said gently. "I'll make us a nice cup of tea. The world will look a little better after a good cup of tea, I promise."

To be continued...

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Stay tuned for part 3!

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