See Me | Minsung

01

"Hannie! Come on, we are getting late!! Your parents would be waiting."

"I'm so sorry, hyung. I forgot my wallet." Han cried while running down the stairs.

"Easy Hannie! We don't want you reach there in wheelchairs. You'll fall down. Slow down." Minho extended a hand which Han grabbed gladly and ran towards the car.

Minho and Han were going to meet younger's parents for the first time after their marriage to celebrate Han's birthday. It had been a month since they married each other. It was an arranged marriage but none of them had complaints. Both of them have shown mutual respect for each other since the very beginning. This was the reason that they instantly clicked with each other and became friends in a quick time.

"You're sure that they'll like my gifts, right? I mean it's my first time visiting them, I don't want to mess up."

"Hyung, they're gonna love anything you'll give them. Stop being a bundle of nerves."

"Hope so!"

"By the way, hyung, are you sure you can be at leave for three days continuously?I can talk to my parents if you want."

"I'm sure, Hannie. I didn't even take one for our honeymoon."

Han's round cheeks reddened at the comment. Obviously, they didn't go to a honeymoon. Their relationship was not anything more than platonic friends.

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"So, how's your fashion show preparation going on, Minho?"

"It's good, dad. The fashion show is in like three weeks but the preparation is almost done. Apart from the final touches, everything has been done. Hannie's sketches were so pretty that everyone selected it in the first time."

"Hannie? Uhh- you mean our Jisung?"

Minho nodded with a confused expression.

"He can draw?" Mr. Han looked at Minho then Han.

"A bit." Han answered without looking at anyone in particular. Minho found it weird how the younger squeezed his legs together and sat straight all of a sudden.

"Dude! You designed almost all of the dresses that I'm presenting in the upcoming fashion week. What do you mean by 'a bit'?"

"Hyung, eat this. Your favourite, pudding."

"Oh really! Here, have some more, Minho!"

"No, Mom. I'm fine."

"Oh come on! Eat this."

"Hmm, hyung! Really, it's so damn delicious. Try it. You'll want more."

"Really? You want more?"

"Can I?''

Minho nodded and slid the bowl towards Han who took it gladly.

"Ouch!!" Mrs. Han slapped the back of Han's hands.

"Let him eat in peace. Stop snatching things from him. Minho, you eat it. He always eats it. I'll make it sometime later for him."

"But-"

"It's okay, hyung. Mom is right. I'll eat it later. You can have some right now."

Minho was observant. Though Han had a smile on his face, his flickering eyes and the thumb entrapped in his fist gave away to him that the brunette felt bad about his mother's behaviour.

"Sorry, mom. I'm full. I can't eat anymore. Come here, you little squirrel. Finish this up for me. " Minho extended a scoop of pudding towards Han urging him to finish it up.