Search for love am in love

The sounds of footsteps, voices and laughter filled the air as different people from different backgrounds with different destinations walked every which way. 

There were people standing, people sitting, people pushing carts, people pushing luggages, people holding up signs, security and special sniffing dogs prancing around with security on the other end of the leash, bags getting searched and people doing their jobs. 

In the midst of it all stood two tall men, facing each other a few feet away from the departure unit, while people walked on, discreetly sparing them glances. 

One would be intimidated by merely looking at them, they were that hunky. They would be mistaken for the departure security if it weren't for their outfits and the luggage underneath the older man's hand. 

You would never guess that they were father and son. 

The older man, looking like he was in his early forties, was Blake Maxwell. He was an ordinary, decent man in his early fifties. His eyes were pale brown, like mud after a heavy downpour. 

His trenchcoat hung low, betraying his intentions of hiding just how much weight he had lost. 

The old man's eyes wandered wearily, with his frown lines more evident than usual. One could spot how tired and stressed he was from a mile away. 

The man was no more than an average old man; intelligent, tolerant and logical. He wasn't interested in unnecessary attention from people, his attractiveness was just an inevitable fraction of his life. 

His son on the other hand was a different case. 

Kylas jubsin was rather pronounced to the members of the public, with emphasis on a particular gender. Ladies would do anything, anything at all, just to have a minute of his attention. 

Standing at a towering six feet, Kylas embodied perfect and unfaltering masculinity.  He was handsome, not in the conventional sense with razor sharp features and undersized clothes, but he was unfathomably beautiful. 

He always stood out in every crowd he was opportuned to be among. His brown eyes, like luminous burning coals of fire, were deep and mysterious, that you could get caught in the mystery if you stare long enough. 

Perhaps that's why women struggle to get a second glance. 

He was not extremely muscular, with 8 pack abs or 16 cm biceps, but he had a great body. Another feature that always drew attention to him is the way he carries himself. 

The thirty year old practically oozed confidence and sex appeal. His oddly good looking poker face, which he had on most of the time, didn't lessen his attractiveness in any way. If anything, it only contributed to it. 

For a thirty year old, he looked rather young. I guess aging doesn't exist in their family. 

"Are you sure you really want to go back to England?"

"It's my—"

"Yeah I know it's your home now, but you don't have to go, you're welcome to stay here with me." Kylas told his father, his expression softening for a second.  

Mr Jubsincleared his throat to ease the awkward tension that was slowly rising between them.

"I've been here with you long enough, and I don't want to be a problem to you. It's time for you to be free, to live your own life. It's time for mama bird to kick her little bird off the branch." The unfunny joke he made at the end was an attempt to lighten the mood, but it didn't work. 

Kylas's face contorted into a frown. "No. You're not a problem to me, I don't see it honestly!" He whined seriously, if that's a thing. 

"Li—"

He abruptly cut off his father mid sentence, "You saved my life. You know it." He spoke quietly. 

"Do we really have to go over this again, Kylas?"

Kylas sighed worriedly, placing a hand on his father's shoulder. He didn't know why the man was being so stubborn. 

"Yes, and I don't care if we have to go over this again, but you have to listen to me," He saw his father gulp worriedly but disregarded it and continued to speak, "I cannot—*

"Kylas!" Blake called, but Kylas didn't seem to care, as he continued speaking. 

"You've done a lot for me in the last few months, you know that. And I can't repay you for everything, if i could, I would've. You saved my life, Dad. If it weren't for you, I definitely wouldn't be here or even see the light. I literally owe you my life." 

Kylas's deep voice and cold facade betrayed him here. His voice was shaky as he spoke and his eyes gradually grew red and teary. Silence fell upon the both of them, but it wasn't awkward this time. 

"You could always say thank you." His father attempted to lighten the air again. 

Blake staggered a little, but quickly regained balance as he reciprocated his son's action, putting his arms around him as well. 

Kylas's hold on his father got tighter as he asked, "Why? Why did you save me? I neglected and disregarded you all this while and y-y-you still saved me. Why?" 

A comfortable silence fell upon them as they just held each other. 

Pulling back, Jubsinfinally replied, "You're my son, regardless of whatever you do. And I'll do it everyday if I have to." He gave him a smile. ",By the way, you weren't the only one accused of being guilty, I was too."

Kylas's features softened as he grinned, "I wanted to explore but I went a little bit off."

"A little bit?"