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mark yes we're gonna try our best make compromises and it's gonna be completely fine
jungwoo what matters most is how you actually feel about each other and looking at mark ik he's a simp
mark yes i am and i'm not shy to say it in front of you guys but i'm in love with her and i'm going to try my best to give her the happiest time of her life with me
oh that was emotional can't believe we're in the same room and you're saying this on text
taeyong Mark... when did you grow up so much? This is really sweet. I approve of you both dating. Just be careful of the fans, Tiffany.
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"The chicken is really good, aunty," Tiffany smiled as she took another bite.
"Thank you, sweetheart." Mrs. Lee squeezed her hand gently.
Tiffany looked up and froze.
Minhyuck was staring at her and Mark like he was watching a drama unfold in real time.
He cleared his throat loudly.
"Mark...don't you have something to tell mom and dad?"
His parents looked up.
"What is it?" his father asked.
Mark swallowed and glanced at Tiffany.
"You...wanna tell them?" he whispered.
"T-tell us what?" Mrs. Lee asked.
Tiffany nodded.
She intertwined her fingers with Mark's under the table.
"The thing is, um..." she began.
Both of his parents' eyes dropped straight to their joined hands.
"We started going out," Mark said, squeezing her fingers tighter.
Silence.
Mr. Lee slowly pushed his chair back.
He stood. And walked away without saying a word.
Tiffany felt her stomach drop. Her throat tightened.
She stared at her lap, blinking rapidly.
He hates it. He hates me.
Mrs. Lee's hand immediately covered hers. Mark looked frozen beside her, guilt written all over his face.
Then someone cleared their throat. They turned toward the kitchen.
Mr. Lee stood in front of the fridge. Holding a wine bottle.
"...Wine?" he asked.
Tiffany blinked.
Once. Twice.
Mark gently squeezed her hand.
"Oh, um...yes," she said weakly, lifting her glass.
He poured. Then looked at Minhyuck.
"Son."
"Y-yeah, dad?"
"Bring more glasses."
"...Why?" Minhyuck asked.
Mr. Lee smiled.
"What do you mean why? We're celebrating."
"...Celebrating?" Mrs. Lee echoed.
He turned to his wife.
"Haven't you been saying for years that you wanted a daughter like Tiffany?"
Tiffany's face heated up instantly.
"Well," he continued, glancing at her, "she's basically our daughter now."
"Since our son is dating her." He smiled at her.
"Right, Tiff?"
Her lips curved without permission.
"A-ah...uncle," she laughed shakily. "You scared me...I thought you didn't approve..."
"Why wouldn't I?" he chuckled.
"You know...even your parents have been waiting for this day."
She looked at Mark.
He had taken her hand again under the table, biting his lip, smiling like an idiot.
"At least now he has something other than work to think about," Mrs. Lee teased.
"You better make her your first priority, Mark," his father warned playfully.
"Of course, dad," Mark muttered, blushing, squeezing her hand even tighter.
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