Seungcheol and Jeonghan mounted their bike once again, the cup securely nestled in a package box held by Jeonghan.
"Where are we headed now?" Jeonghan inquired, observing Seungcheol as he pressed the ignition button, and the bike roared to life, propelling them forward toward their next destination.
Jeonghan maintained a steady grip on the box with his left hand, securing it against the wind's embrace. Simultaneously, his right hand wrapped tightly around Seungcheol's waist, ensuring balance on the dynamic ride.
"We're heading to the Geumho River," Seungcheol declared, his words carried away by the brisk breeze as they navigated through various shops and buildings, the urban landscape unfolding around them. The motorcycle's engine resonated loudly, harmonizing with the city's pulse as they embarked on this journey together.
Jeonghan's eyes absorbed the surroundings as they reached their destination sooner than anticipated. Wide-eyed, he took in the expansive pathway connecting to the Geumho River in Daegu. The verdant hues of nature enveloped the area, casting a vibrant and brilliant glow that intensified in the warm embrace of the impending sunset.
The wide pathway unfolded before him, a picturesque scene painted with shades of green and bathed in the soft, golden light of the setting sun. The atmosphere resonated with a tranquil energy, the reflection of the river mirroring the sky's evolving palette. Jeonghan stood captivated, entranced by the beauty that surrounded them, making the journey itself a breathtaking part of their adventure.
Jeonghan gracefully descends from the bike, cradling two cups in his hands, as Seungcheol mirrors his actions, lifting the helmet from his head. With a deliberate shake, Seungcheol releases a satisfying crack from his neck, and Jeonghan's gaze is drawn to the striking silhouette of Seungcheol's well-built and muscular figure. The warm, orange hues of the riverside accentuate every contour.
Clad in a sleek black leather jacket, Seungcheol holds the helmet in his left hand, while his right hand effortlessly threads through his tousled hair, adding an air of casual charm to the scene.
"Come on," Jeonghan breaks free from his reverie, a playful nip on his lip threatening to blossom into a smile. He falls into step with Seungcheol, their synchronized shadows accompanying them as they descend the stairs, leading to the benches strategically placed along the riverbank. The rhythmic cadence of their footsteps adds a poetic touch to the evening stroll, amplifying the shared moment between them.
"Where should we sit?" Jeonghan's eyes swept across the bustling riverbank, searching for an empty spot among the occupied benches. The corners of his lips formed an unintentional pout, his expression reflecting a subtle frustration. Seungcheol, amused by the scene, observed Jeonghan with a silent chuckle, his gaze lingering on Jeonghan's face as they contemplated their seating choice.
Seungcheol gently tugged at Jeonghan's hand, drawing him closer with a tender pull. Jeonghan, caught off guard, bumped into Seungcheol's arms, his gaze fixated on the older man.
"There, we will sit there," Seungcheol declared, gesturing towards the lush green grass by the riverbank. Jeonghan's eyes widened slightly, a bemused expression on his face as he surveyed the ground. "Huh? On the ground?" he questioned, glancing at the grass beneath them. Seungcheol, resolute, nodded with unwavering determination, prompting a curious stare from Jeonghan.
As they strolled toward the verdant patch of grass, Jeonghan observed Seungcheol gracefully removing his leather jacket, placing it meticulously on the ground. Seungcheol turned to Jeonghan, his voice calm but authoritative. "Sit," he instructed, gesturing towards the now-transformed jacket.
Jeonghan's brows furrowed in bewilderment. "You want me to sit on your leather jacket?" he questioned, a hint of incredulity in his tone. He was well aware of the exorbitant prices associated with high-end leather jackets, particularly Versace.
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Reimbursed Husband | JC
Romance"Just so you know," Seungcheol grunts, his voice laced with frustration, "I'm only putting up with you because of my mother. Nothing else." He forcefully pushes down on the accelerator, the car lurching forward. Jeonghan, ever the tease, smirks and...
