Jinsol had planned the evening meticulously, wanting to make every moment special for Minho, who had just returned from abroad. He had chosen a luxurious restaurant, known for its intimate ambiance and exquisite cuisine. The restaurant was bathed in a soft, warm glow, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls. The scent of candles wafted through the air, mingling with the soft strains of a violin playing in the background. It was the perfect setting for a romantic dinner.

As they sat across from each other, their hands entwined on the table, Jinsol couldn't help but marvel at how lucky he was. He had missed Minho terribly while he was away, and now that he was back, Jinsol was determined to make every moment count. He looked into Minho's eyes, seeing his own love reflected back at him. Their conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and shared memories, their bond deepening with each passing moment.

"Minho," Jinsol began, his voice full of love, "I've missed you so much. I can't tell you how happy I am that you're back."

Minho squeezed his hand, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I've missed you too, Jinsol. I'm glad to be back in your arms."

Jinsol's heart fluttered at Minho's words. He knew how precious their stolen moments were. His schedule as a surgeon at his father's hospital was demanding, but whenever a lull presented itself, a free weekend, a postponed surgery, Jinsol jumped on a plane. Flights abroad became his love language, each landing gear scraping the tarmac another whispered 'I miss you' across the miles. Sometimes, when the longing grew too fierce, he even orchestrated the charade of an overseas surgery, a medical phantom conjured just to steal a few precious days with Minho.

The crystal chandeliers danced overhead, each twinkle mirroring the laughter bubbling from Jinsol's lips. Minho leaned into Jinsol's warmth, basking in the familiar scent of his cologne and the echo of missed conversations. "I can't believe you brought me here," Minho murmured, tracing patterns on Jinsol's hand. "This place is more dazzling than even my wildest dreams."

Jinsol chuckled, his eyes sparkling. "Anything for my beloved," he teased, squeezing Minho's hand. "You deserve all the starlight and champagne, you deserve everything no matter what you are going through."

Champagne, huh? Wasn't champagne only for celebration? How could he celebrate when the shadow of the Hwang family and the debt started haunting him the moment he landed? He really didn't know how to deal with it. "It's...just…complicated," he forced a smile.

Jinsol cupped Minho's face, his gaze searching. "Don't worry, baby, I'll be by your side. I'm not on good terms with the Hwangs, but I can talk with them if you want or help you with the debt."

Minho leaned into Jinsol's touch, feeling the tension seep out of his muscles. "No, please don't. My mother can handle it, you know she has been Mr.Hwang's friend since she was young."

"Okay, as you wish," Jinsol sighed, "But promise me you'll tell me if you need help."

"I promise, " nodded minho.

Unlike Minho, Jinsol knew the Hwangs all too well. Jinsol had glimpsed the darker side of the Hwang empire through. His father, wary of entanglements with the powerful Lee and Hwang factions, had kept Jinsol at a cautious distance. While Minho spent his years studying abroad, sheltered from the family's intricacies by his parents' close friendship. In Minho's eyes, the Hwangs were family friends, but Jinsol saw the shadows lurking beneath the gilded surface.

Maybe that's why Jinsol's father doesn't want his son to have anything to do with Minho.

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After dinner, they drove back to Jinsol's house, their hands brushing against each other as they walked to the sofa. Settling down to watch a movie, Jinsol pulled Minho close to him, wrapping his arm around him in a protective hug that made Minho's face red as a tomato. The room filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft murmur of the film playing in the background.

Neither of them cared much for the movie. Their desires lay elsewhere, unspoken but understood. As they cuddled on the sofa, Jinsol couldn't help but think about how perfect this moment was. He could feel Minho's heartbeat against his chest, a comforting rhythm that matched his own. He leaned in, capturing Minho's lips in a passionate kiss that quickly turned into a heated exchange. The kiss deepened, tongues sucking each other seeking for relief and hunger. Minho moaned, melting into Jinsol's embrace, the taste of champagne and longing sweet on his tongue. He could feel Minho's worries melting away, replaced by the warmth of their shared love.

Minho, burdened by thoughts of the Hwang family and the debt, found comfort in Jinsol's gaze. In those eyes, the world fell away, leaving only Jinsol, only the love he wanted to feel tonight. He decided to surrender to the moment, to lose himself in the man who held his heart.

Minho and Jinsol's eyes met, and they both knew that tonight was going to be special. They had been apart for too long, and their bodies were craving each other's touch. "I missed you," Minho whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Jinsol cupped Minho's cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of his jaw. "And I missed you too, sweetheart, more than words can say. But tonight, let's forget the worries, the debts. Tonight, we only have each other." Words coming out as if this is the last time.

As they undressed each other, their eyes never leaving each other, they admired each other's bodies, their love evident in their gazes. Minho's fingers trembled as he unbuttoned Jinsol's shirt, revealing his toned chest. Jinsol smiled softly, his heart fluttering as Minho's hands explored his body.

The air around them grew hotter with each passing minute, their hearts pounding in sync, sweat glistening on their bodies. They were lost in their own world, a world filled with love and passion. As they made love, they felt as if they were soaring, their love taking them to heights they had never experienced before.

Minho gasped as Jinsol's fingers traced the contours of his body, sending shivers down his spine. Jinsol's touch was gentle and tender, and Minho couldn't help but feel loved and cherished. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their love evident in every touch, every kiss.

Jinsol positioned himself between Minho's legs, his fingers tracing the curve of Minho's ass. Minho moaned softly, his body trembling with anticipation. Jinsol could see the look of pure desire in Minho's eyes, and it made his own desire spike.

As Jinsol slowly pushed inside of Minho, they both let out a low moan. Minho's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt Jinsol fill him up, their bodies becoming one. Jinsol began to move, his thrusts slow and steady at first. He could feel Minho's body adjusting to his size, and he wanted to give him time to get used to it.

But as he picked up speed, his movements became rougher, more urgent. Minho met him thrust for thrust, his moans growing louder and more desperate. Jinsol could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, but he didn't want to come yet. He wanted to make this last as long as possible.

As they continued to move together, their bodies slick with sweat, Jinsol could feel their love growing stronger with each passing moment. He looked down at Minho, who was smiling up at him with a look of pure bliss on his face.

"I love you to the moon and back," Minho murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies moving together.

"I love you more than you imagine," Jinsol replied, his voice thick with emotion.

As they reached the peak of their pleasure, they came together, their bodies shaking with the force of their release. 

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