how could you help me ..

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"Haaan, are you packing your thiiingss?" screamed Han's mother from downstairs. 

He answered back, screaming "Yeaahh nearly finnisheddd." 

Han, Yonwoo, and his mother were packing their bags because they were going to visit their grandmother for the weekend. His grandma, or as he likes to call her naana, is doing a small celebration because it's her 40th anniversary. Han's grandma and her husband are going to be in a 40-year marriage. a lot, to be honest.

he looked at all the things he put inside of his bag. Two T-shirts and a hoodie. one jeans and sweatpants. His toothbrush and toothpaste. Boxers and some socks and the usual things like hairbrush, accessories, charging table, weight loss book....yeah the usual.

He went down with his bag and put it near the doorway. He stretched and saw his brother sitting down drinking a cup of coffee scrolling on his phone. Han sits down beside him, resting his head on the desk, sighing quietly.

He didn't get an answer from his brother. He sighed again a bit louder but still no answer. His brother just continued to look at his phone and drinking his coffee as if han isn't there. Han groaned, and that's when he got the attention of his brother. He put his mug of coffee and turned off his phone.

he looks at han and ruffles his hair. "What's wrong?" 

Han mumbles something unclear, which Yonwoo didn't understand at all. "What? han say it again. "

He looks up and says, "im not reeealyyy in the mood to go to naana's."

Yonwoo raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms and looking at han, needing an explanation

Han sits up and looks at him "well yeah i do want to go to naana and aapa. I miss them, but the people they invite are a bit...weird lets say. Most of them are really old people, and im going to be the only young one there."

Yonwoo scoffs, "What doo you mean, only young person im young too?" he then looks to the side dramatically.

han chuckles. "You are a bit old, to be honest. not that old okay but too old for me" draws circles on the table

"oh your a big as-" His mother came downstairs and interrupted them. "So when you're both finished, go and put your bags in the trunk of the car, go to the toilet, maybe eat something and well be going."

The both boys exchanged glazes, Yonwoo looking like someone had stabbed him in the heart and han putting on a cocky smile. but they did at the end what their mother told them to.

but except eating like who is han to do that.

It was a long car ride, nearly 4 hours of sitting and doing nothing. Han, of course, didn't do anything. He wrote in his small Wl book about some calories here and there, workouts, etc. etc. while listening to music. His brother was on his i pad doing some kind of schoolwork and his mother driving. 

It was hell. han could have been using this time to do better things than just to sit here like a sack of potatoes and not drilling holes into the seat inform of him. But he did chat with Felix on his phone for a bit. just texting back and forth. 

han remembered the day they brought Felix to the clinic. he was crying, Felix and his mother also crying, meeting Hyunjin and...that person. he totally forgot about him, that man whose hair was casually blocking the way of his eyes. he really needs some clips for them. maybe some cute pink and white once.

but to be honest, he really looks like Han's type of licking. a bit taller than him. muscles here and there but not too much, his hair and eyes... but he won't see him again... probably

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"Finally, oh god, i thought i was going to die inside." han stretched as he came out of the car with the wind blowing on his face. he helped his mom with the bags, and the three of them went and knocked on the door.

han likes his grandparents. they are really kind to him and sometimes give him presents. its been a long time since he last visited them, probably two years. at the time, where han was rounder than now .

"Oh, hello, welcome, welcome. i missed all of you, " said naana as he hugged Han's mother. She hugged Yonwoo too, and when she came to han, naana frowned. "Oh, how much weight did you lose? oh, poor baby, you look like skin and bones. Your mom probably doesn't feed you enough. "

han chuckles as he hears what his grandma said. "naana, it's okay. Mom feeds me delicious food... I just lost my appetize," 

"Come inside, and I'll feed you much much so it will come back," said his grandma as they all came in. han went to the guest room and put down his bag. he was unpacking in peace and enjoying the pretty view out of the window. It was pretty, really pretty.

Han was with his grandpa in the living room. his brother and mom were also there all talking and chatting for a bit. His grandma came back from the kitchen holding a tray of cake. chocolate cake, to be specific. 

"Who wants a piece ?" naana said as she put the tray down and got some paper plates. Yonwoo already had his eyes wide open, nodding while Han shook his head.

"im not hungry, naana," said han as he was playing with his hand. the cake did look delicious but no way was he going to eat it. probably too many calories. Too much for his daily limit

His grandma frowned but still put a piece of cake into a plate and pushed it in han's direction "han your too thin, eat this. It's really delicious, too. i promise, just like how i did it before. you liked them so much back then, "

han raises his eyes as he looks down and mumbles, "..before when i was fat.." but really quiet for the other's not to hear.

his grandma still tried to convince him, even if it was only a small piece, but han declined and didn't even look at it for a second.

but he felt starres from where his brother was, really weird starred coming from him. he didn't dare to look at him. "Mom, i want to go on a walk." he stood up, pushing the chair behind a bit.

his mom was hesitant but agreed at the end. "But don't be late, okay? come early for dinner. "

han nodded and went inside to get his jacket and went out. winter time was coming up, and it's getting pretty cold, but he needs the shape for summer asap.

And he did not come for dinner