__ Yes. That's Moon Byul-YI.__ Yongsun responded while trying to avoid eye contact with her mother.
Mrs. Kim stepped closer and questioned the girl:
__ You said you want to build a life with my daughter. And how are you supposed to do that? There isn't a legal marriage between women in the country.
The brown-haired one had determination in her eyes:
__ I'll build a life with her no matter what, ma'am. We can marry overseas.
__ What about children? Will I have grandkids?
The massage therapist exuded honesty:
__ Several, if it's up to me. However, a healthy relationship is based on mutual respect and dialogue. So I have to wait for your daughter's decision.
The architect covered her face and waited for her mother's attack.
Mrs. Kim smiled at Byul-YI and declared:
__ I like you. You're cute!
__ Thank you, Mrs. Kim.__ The younger girl grinned.
The brunette glanced at her mother with a puzzled expression:
__ Omma... She is not kidding.
__ I can tell. And I appreciate that. You've never been in a decent, stable relationship. And your partners couldn't handle your indecisive brain. I guess this one is smart enough to bend your stubbornness. And I'll have grandkids. Everyone wins.__ The older lady shrugged and walked toward the main door.
The dark-haired one exclaimed:
__ Huh? I'm neither stubborn nor indecisive!
__ Yeah, right!__ Byul-YI and Mrs. Kim spoke in unison.
The architect mumbled:
__ Oh, that's great! Now you are a team.
__ Of course! I've got an ally to force you to get off the fence. Anyway, great to see you! Remember to send me some signal to show you are alive once in a blue moon. No pun intended. Byul-YI, nice to meet you. Bye bye.__ The mother waved and left the house before her daughter could respond.
The massage therapist held her smile and waited for some set of complaints.
The brunette sat on the skinny girl's lap and whined:
__ Byul-YI, you can't be like that...What if my mother was homophobic? Please, control your tongue.
The 22-year-old rubbed her nose on the stunning woman's cheek:
__ I'm sorry, Yong. It was stronger than me. When I realized it, I had already spat it out.
__ You're too spontaneous sometimes. I love it. But there are occasions and occasions...
The girl crossed her arms around the architect's neck:
__ Ok. I get it. I'll be a better person for you.
__ You are an amazing person! Just behave a little bit.__ Yongsun spoke all softly.
The handsome one smirked:
__ Right? Now...Should I really control my tongue?
__ Naughty bitch!__ The dark-haired one laughed and bit the massage therapist's lips.
__ x __
Minhyuk casually told Yongsun that he was organizing a secret party for Byul's birthday and the architect offered help and reminded him she was good at planning.
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You're gonna marry me
Fanfiction8-year-old Moonbyul meets her brother's best friend Yongsun( 6 years older) and tells her she will be her wife someday, which seems cute in the teenager's eyes. Minhyuk and Yongsun go through many things together and date and break up several times...
