A Diary to Mingyu

After a 14-hour flight, we finally landed in Mingyu's country. The thrill of being in Korea replaced every bit of exhaustion.
Kirti glanced at me, eyes wide. "We're here!" she whispered, almost in disbelief.
The airport buzzed with the sounds of a new language and the smell of fresh pastries, making everything feel surreal.
"Think we'll see Mingyu?" she asked, nudging me with a grin.
"First, let's find some food. I've heard the convenience stores here are amazing." With a laugh, we stepped out into Seoul, ready for the adventure ahead.
Even the cashier looked impossibly attractive, his dark hair falling just above his eyes, which flicked toward us with a smoldering gaze. Kirti nudged me, a smirk playing on her lips. "They make 'em this good-looking here?" she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.
I felt a blush rising as I picked up a carton of the iconic banana milk, imagining how we must have looked to him—two curious tourists, hungry to soak up every new taste and sensation Korea had to offer. The kimbap glistened enticingly on the counter, fresh and inviting. "Let's make this memorable," I murmured, glancing his way as I handed over the snacks.
As his fingers brushed mine while taking the payment, a spark danced up my arm, leaving me momentarily breathless. Picturing the drama scenes we left. Kirti gave me a knowing look, her eyes twinkling with excitement as we stepped outside.
Sipping the banana milk, I closed my eyes, savoring the sweetness on my tongue. Kirti took a bite of kimbap, humming with delight. "I think I'm falling in love with Korea already," she whispered. I grinned, feeling the thrill of new experiences and possibilities. This was a taste of something thrilling—and we both knew it was just the start.
When we finally stumbled into the hotel room, exhaustion draped over us like a warm blanket. We kicked off our shoes and fell back onto the bed, the plush sheets wrapping around us as we let out a shared sigh of relief.
After what felt like mere seconds, I blinked awake, stretching lazily to see Kirti scrolling through the room service menu. She looked over at me, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "How about a little midnight feast?" she murmured, her voice low and inviting.
I propped myself up, giving her a mischievous look. "I like the way you think. What are we having?"
She tapped on a few items, grinning. "How about something spicy? Maybe the kimchi stew... or these noodles," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Or do you think we should go for something sweet?"
I laughed, sliding a little closer. "Both. Let's have everything we're craving." I nudged her shoulder, smirking. "After all, how often are we in Korea?"
Moments later, the food arrived, and as soon as the aroma filled the room, our hunger flared. Kirti passed me a pair of chopsticks, her fingers grazing mine with a lingering touch that sent a spark through me.
"Here, try this," she whispered, holding out a bite of the savory pancake. I leaned in, taking it from her chopsticks, savoring the burst of flavors as her eyes locked with mine.
"Good?" she asked, biting her lip, a hint of amusement in her gaze.
I swallowed, a slow smile spreading across my face. "Amazing. But I think I might need a few more samples." I leaned forward, reaching for the stew, but she held out another bite, her gaze soft yet intense.
Between bites, we laughed, teased, and shared little secrets. The city lights from the window framed her face, making the whole moment feel like something out of a dream.
"Alright," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as we both finally leaned back, feeling full and drowsy. "This might just be my favorite meal."
I smirked, reaching over to brush a stray strand of hair from her cheek. "Just wait until tomorrow."