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"Ladies and gentlemen, Korean Air welcomes you to Seoul. The local time is now 8:45PM. For your safety, and the safety of those around you, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened, and keep the aisle clear until we are parked at the gate..." the stewardess finishes her landing announcement through the speakers, but the words just flow unnoticed through Yeosang's ears.

Almost four years have passed since he left Korea, and he hasn't been back since. Not until today. Yeosang fiddles with the drawstrings of his hoodie, staring out the small airplane window, as a giant wave of emotion comes washing over him. Sure, he has been thinking a lot about his return ever since the decision was made, but now that it is actually happening he doesn't feel prepared at all.

"Babe, are you coming?"

A gentle hand lightly shakes Yeosang's shoulder, breaking through his stream of anxious thoughts.

"Ah... Yeah, sorry!" Yeosang replies as he turns his head to meet a pair of big, brown eyes. Slowly, he unbuckles his seat belt and rises from his seat with a last glimpse out the window.

Well, this it it - it is happening now.

The flight has been long, exhausting both mentally and physically, and getting even the slightest amount of sleep wasn't something he was able to. Yeosang stretches his back, a few cracking noises comes from it as he does so, and he can't wait to get some rest in a nice bed as soon as possible. But it might not be as soon as he is hoping for, his boyfriend most definitely has other things planned for them tonight.

"Thanks, Lucas," Yeosang says with a tired smile, when the taller guy hands Yeosang his bag from the overhead compartment.

Lucas puts his arm around Yeosang's shoulder, pulling him closer to place a kiss in his hair, while they are squeezed together in the line of the other impatient passengers waiting for the plane to open the doors.

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"I can't believe you made me fly economy," Lucas emphasizes the word 'economy' with great dissatisfaction. It would surely surprise anyone else that the new editor-in-chief for Vogue Korea has flown anything but first-class.

But Lucas, despite being the dominant and impatient person that he is, is absolutely soft when it comes to his boyfriend. Some people would probably say Lucas is completely and utterly whipped for Yeosang, and those people would be right. 

Anywhere, but in bed though.

Lucas complains about the plane ride for probably the 100th time, as he walks around the suite at The Four Seasons, busy checking if everything is as he wants it to be. Control-freak would be a mild description of the taller, dark haired male. Now and then he glances at Yeosang who sitting by the window, looking out across the night view of the city.

An apologetic shrug falls from Yeosang's shoulders, but it is not like he regrets it at all - he will never get used to the luxurious life that the relationship with Lucas has dragged him into. But Lucas did get his way when it came to choosing the hotel - so it should be even in some way.

Yeosang can't hold back a slight chuckle, as he watches his boyfriend rant on and on about everything that is wrong with the room. From how the lamps are placed to how he, apparently, specifically asked for a 1996 Dom Pérignon but got a 1998 one instead. 

This particular issue is something Yeosang can't relate to in any way, even after more than two years with this handsome man. Although he does know that you don't mess with Lucas and his champagne – that is an absolute no-go.

"I'll be right back," Lucas says with that well-known stern look on his face, and Yeosang is grateful that he isn't that poor man or woman, who is sitting at the hotel reception tonight.

When Lucas has left the room, Yeosang drags himself towards the bathroom. He could really use a shower after that 12-hour flight he has been on, hopefully he can wash some of his doubt about returning to Seoul off too. 

As soon as he steps onto the marble floors, he elegantly slips out of his travel attire, which is far from elegant and nowhere near fancy; an over-sized hoodie and sweatpants. How Lucas could stand travelling in a suit is another thing Yeosang will never understand.

The warm water from the showerhead streams down over him, refreshing and comforting, but it doesn't help him get rid of his thoughts. The return to Korea had come rather unexpected, sooner than he had hoped for, but Lucas had worked so hard to attain his new job and he definitely wouldn't accept Yeosang not going with him. 

Yeosang runs his hands through his wet hair, aggressively rubbing his scalp while one of the more tiring problems runs through his mind. Tomorrow he will go to Wooyoung's place, but this isn't what is bothering. No, Wooyoung has even been so kind to offer Yeosang to come live with him. 

Despite Yeosang being truly grateful to his old friend, it still took quite a while to accept the offer. Wooyoung might have a spare room available but he also has another roommate, San, who Yeosang never really got along with very well. But it has been four years after all, perhaps everything has changed by now...

While getting out of the shower, Yeosang does his best to convince himself that everything is going to be fine. He needs to find himself a job, or at least figure out if he wants to take that damn Master's Degree - but no matter what he wants to do it without Lucas' help, which doesn't please the older at all. 

Yeosang wraps a white bathrobe around himself, and soon as his body is captured inside this amazing softness, he is ready to go to bed. But with a quick shake of his head, he tries to wake himself up. Tonight is a big night. Not only do they have to celebrate their move to Korea and Lucas' new job - it is also their two-year anniversary. 

When Yeosang returns to the living room of the suite, Lucas is sitting in one of the big armchairs with a newspaper in his hands. Candles have been lit all around, spreading a cozy atmosphere throughout the room. Lucas has loosened his tie and unbuttoned the three upper buttons on his white shirt, revealing the nicely tanned skin underneath. 

"Ah! There you are, my beautiful," a wide smile spreads across Lucas' face when he looks up, his dark eyes locked onto Yeosang while he closes the newspaper and rises from the chair.

"Did you solve the problem?" Yeosang asks, already knowing the answer when he sees the bottles of champagne on the table.

"Yes. And, they gave us one free of charge as well, as an apology. But I still can't believe what kind of mentally challenged people they have hired for this place. I mean- "

"Honey, don't talk like that," Yeosang places his index finger against Lucas' lips while accepting the glass of champagne the older is offering him.

The frustrated look on Lucas' face disappears in an instant, and instead he smiles softly before giving Yeosang a quick peck on the cheek. Lucas definitely has some problems controlling his temper, something Yeosang has spent quite a lot of time getting used to, and learning how to handle.

Yeosang's eyes move to look out the window, as Lucas steps away to look for something in his suitcase. The city looks so magical from this view, so beautiful and calm although Yeosang is well aware that it is far from that. Tomorrow he will walk down the streets again, as if he never left this place. 

"Happy anniversary, baby," Lucas hums against Yeosang's nape, as he puts his arms around the younger from behind. "Open this."

"I told you not to get me anything," Yeosang sighs when he sees the black, velvet box in Lucas' hands.

"Would it help if I told you it's just as much for me, as it is for you?" A soft kiss from Lucas' lips are placed on Yeosang's neck, before the taller walks around to stand in front of him.

Yeosang opens the box, now curious of what it could be. He hates when Lucas spends money on him, but that certain tone Lucas has used in the last statement, has sparked his interest significantly. And his interest only peaks when he sees what is hidden inside.

A black leather collar with a matching leash.

"Oh..."

"I thought it'd look good on you," Lucas smiles, his long fingers stroking down Yeosang's neck as he speaks and his lips curl up in a playful grin, "want me to put it on you?"

"Do you even have to ask?"