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Yeonjun scanned himself from top to bottom one last time before glancing at the clock. He was on time.

He smoothened his wrinkle-less plain white shirt, which was tucked inside a pair of blue, ripped jeans. Yeonjun had carefully picked the jeans from his closet that showed the least amount of skin. Of course he couldn't go meeting his future in-laws wearing a too-revealing pair of jeans.

He made sure if he had grabbed his wallet and phone and ran down the stairs towards the main door. He yelled a 'Bye!' to his mother, who was preparing the dinner at the kitchen and there was a 'Don't do any nasty stuff with Beomgyu.' in reply. The light teasing made a subtle smile form on the boy's lips, but it soon was wiped off again as he stepped outside the house.

He was having swallowing, a lump blocking his throat. There was a swinging sensation inside his stomach out of the sanity-losing nervousness that swirled inside him.

Beom is supposed to be here by now..

He glimpsed at his watch, staring at the road stiffly. At that very moment, as if aware he was being thought of, Beomgyu came whooshing with his matte red shaded car. The glass of the passenger seat was already rolled down. Beomgyu flashed his freaking out boyfriend a don't-worry-you-won't-die sort of smile but Yeonjun wasn't much convinced as he hopped onside.

The drive was abnormally silent. Although Beomgyu was just as much as nervous as Yeonjun, he was doing quite a good job concealing that.

Once the reached to a jerky stop in front of Beomgyu's house, Yeonjun thought he'd better run off than facing the uncertain future. The tension nerve-wrecking to both of them.

The walnut-head was done parking the car. He watched as the elder nibbled on his bottom lip, unsure and scared, standing by Beomgyu's side in front of the entrance. The younger had his hand half-way to the knob to twist it open, but he stopped suddenly.

Yeonjun was so lost in his own trance that he didn't even take notice the younger's weird action. He was high-key startled when he felt shoulders being gripped and he was turned sidewards to be met face to face with Beomgyu.

"I know you're nervous as heck and so am I." The walnut-head uttered with no sense of emotion not on his face, nor voice. "But I promise, there won't be a single scratch on you if things take turn for the worse. Trust me?" He let go of the elder's shoulders and held a hand up with softness, expecting Yeonjun to respond by holding his hanf.

And Yeonjun did so. He urgently seized the palm and intertwined their fingers. "Trust you." He whispered from the core of his heart.

But Beomgyu didn't really hear that as he was making a hold for the knob to open the door and go inside. The door was pushed open shortly.

It was as though he was dazed, Yeonjun padded inside. Same house, same living room, same colored sofa set, just different thoughts and feelings playing inside his head.

What do we do if his parents don't take things normally? Especially his dad-

He smiled as he locked eyes with Mr. Choi, who was comfortably settled on one of the couches, watching sports on the television. The man mirrored the curves of Yeonjun's lips' and greeted back when was greeted with a half-bow.

Mr. Chou looked away then, his eyes landing back on the TV set. But Yeonjun's gaze lingered on the man, as if expecting an outburst from him as though the man knew that Yeonjun was actually no friend but his son's boyfriend. Fortunately (to the pink-head), no such thing happened.

Eyebrows slyly knitted, Beomgyu pulled his boyfriend by the sleeve of his shirt, nudging him to snap him back from the frozen state. Yeonjun reacted to that as if it was a jumpscare, jumping up with a faint gasp. The frown on the younger's face deepened, although he didn't breathe a word. He silently led the way to his brother's room, being followed by the elder.