Lee Minho!!!

The suitcases were packed that night, finally a long-awaited vacation after years of tireless work. But that was Minho's life—constant deals, trips only for work-related matters, and sleepless nights over paperwork. Jisung could only wait for a miracle, and oh, this month had arrived. The large airport was a sea of ​​people, but Minho held Jisung's hand tightly. "Hold your suitcase tight, little bunny. It's time for us to head to the gate." And then the plane took off, and all around were white clouds, Korea, now so tiny, as if the size of an apple. And a warm body pressed against his side, lips kissing his neck. "Jisung, we were so lucky to get these tickets. I promise, not a word about my work this entire month. We'll do whatever you want, my dear." And only one word lingered in his thoughts: "Thank you."

You can fly wherever you want and have a blast in any setting!