Fashioned For Love | Minsung AU

Thirty Two

A/N: Small time skip, and I suspect this story may be wrapping up soon-ish unless I get more inspiration outside of what's already planned of course. I was so nervous about writing a Minsung story but I'm pretty proud of what I've done so far. Okay, enough of my rambling...

Oh! One more thing, future chapters might have several different perspectives depending on what's happening.

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Minho

"Aww Min, quit with your fretting, your clothes are fine," Jisung said exasperatedly as he came up behind him to meet his gaze in the mirror. "They already know that you're loaded and if they had any doubts they're going to know for sure as soon as we pull up to this big ass house," he pointed out.

Minho frowned, but nodded. "You're right, I just don't want to come off like I was flaunting or something," he admitted worriedly.

At this, Jisung placed his hands on his shoulders, turning him to face him, "Two things: one, they already know what kind of person you are so they wouldn't think that even if you showed up wearing every piece of jewelry you own. Okay, well maybe not that much but you get what I'm saying," he laughed, "and two, most importantly, they already love you so you don't have to worry so much."

"Okay Ji," he said relaxing, "we should probably head to the bus depot to pick them up. I don't want them to have to wait a second longer than necessary."

"You really are sweet, you know that?" Jisung observed, kissing his cheek.

Minho just shook his head and smirked, "Shhh, it's a secret."

They waste no time and they're in the car, on their way to pick up Han's family. As he drives through the outskirts of Seoul, the city skyline looming closer, he notices Han fidgeting in the passenger seat, a mix of excitement and nerves. Minho smiles to himself, sensing Han's desire to impress his family while also keeping them at ease in an environment that's about to be worlds away from their norm. He glances over at Minho, a hint of anxiety in his expression. "They've never been to the city like this before, well, apart from dad but even for him it's been over a decade," Han says, laughing a little. "They're going to be so overwhelmed."

When they pull up to the modest pickup spot where Han's family is waiting, Minho feels a tug of warmth. Jiho, Woosung, and Josang are huddled together, bundled up in winter coats, their expressions a mix of awe and curiosity as they spot Minho's car—a sleek, black sedan that likely stands out even more against the rural backdrop. Han jumps out to greet them, his excitement breaking through as he embraces his mom and gives his brother a playful nudge.

"Look at this car!" Josang exclaims, his eyes wide as he presses his face against the window. "Is this what you drive, hyung?"

"This is one of the cars," Minho answers honestly, as he steps out, bowing slightly as he greets Han's parents.

Jiho smiles warmly, though she looks a little overwhelmed, her gaze flicking between Minho and the polished vehicle. "Thank you for coming to get us," she says, her tone filled with gratitude and a bit of awe.

Minho waves it off with a smile. "It's my pleasure. Please, let me help with the bags."

As they all pile into the car, Minho makes casual conversation during the drive, but he can feel the underlying excitement buzzing from Han's family. The further they drive into the heart of Seoul, the more Jiho and Woosung's heads turn, taking in the towering skyscrapers, the bustling streets, and the overall grandeur of the city. Josang's face is practically glued to the window, his breath fogging up the glass as he stares at the sights in wide-eyed wonder.