Love you dangerously | Minsung

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Minho stared out the window of the car, his hands fidgeting in his lap. The usual confidence that followed him like a shadow was noticeably absent. Jisung glanced at him from the driver's seat, eyes softening.

"You okay, baby?" he asked, one hand reaching over to squeeze Minho's knee.

Minho gave a small, nervous chuckle. "Not really. What if your family doesn't like me?"

Jisung rolled his eyes playfully. "They'll love you. Trust me."

"I don't know, Ji... I mean, your family sounds really... proper. Important. And I'm just—"

"You're Lee Minho," Jisung interrupted, smiling. "You're smart and stupidly hot and kind in your own way. If they don't love you, I'll move out and disown myself."

Minho laughed at that, just a little. "Don't joke like that. You actually would."

"You bet your ass I would."

When they pulled up to the house, Minho's jaw slackened. "This isn't a house. This is a— mansion. A palace."

"Yeah, yeah," Jisung shrugged, trying not to seem too smug. "Don't be intimidated."

Minho muttered, "Too late for that."

They walked up the wide marble steps, the front door towering over them. Before Jisung could even reach the bell, the door opened.

Standing there was a tall, well-built man in a perfectly tailored suit. His eyes immediately locked onto Minho.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Han," Minho said with a respectful bow.

"Nice to meet you too, Lee Minho," Soohyuk replied smoothly, voice calm.

Jisung's brows furrowed. "Wait dad- how'd you know his last name?"

Soohyuk smiled faintly. "I just know."

Minho blinked, slightly thrown off, but said nothing.

They were led inside the house - an architectural marvel of polished wood, gold accents, and floor-to-ceiling windows that looked like they belonged in a billionaire magazine spread. The energy was warm, yet intimidating. 

Minho barely had time to admire the chandelier when two more people emerged from the hallway.

"Minho!" Jisung grinned. "This is my older brother, Seojun, and my younger sister, Jiyeon."

Seojun gave him a polite nod, sizing him up like a protective older sibling would.

Jiyeon, however, practically bounced over. "So this is the boyfriend, huh?"

Minho smiled awkwardly. "Uh... guilty."

"You know," she smirked, nudging Jisung, "this man right here would not shut up about you for weeks after that dare kiss. It was Minho this, Minho that. I thought he was writing a romance drama."

"I was not—!" Jisung protested.

"You even kept that dumb hoodie he accidentally left in your bed. You literally slept in it—"

"OH MY GOD SHUT UP!"

Everyone burst into laughter, even Seojun chuckling under his breath. Minho was blushing, but in that soft, flattered way.

They were eventually led to the dining room where Se Gyong, Mrs. Han greeted them with a warm smile and open arms.

"You must be Minho. I've heard so much about you," she said, pulling him into a soft, motherly hug.

Minho was clearly overwhelmed, but managed, "It's an honor, Mrs. Han."

Lunch was a spread of traditional Korean dishes and some Western fusion — all plated beautifully.

"So, Minho," Se Gyong asked gently, "what do you plan to do in the future?"

Minho took a deep breath. "I want to become a dancer. Professionally. Maybe teach someday, open my own studio."

There was a brief silence. Then Soohyuk nodded. "That's a noble path. Takes discipline and passion."

Minho looked at him in surprise. "Thank you, sir."

Jisung was staring, smiling so proudly like Minho had just won an award.

"And," Minho continued, voice suddenly more sure, "I want to protect Jisung. Always. I love him with my whole heart."

The table stilled.

Mrs. Han blinked. Jiyeon covered her mouth. Seojun raised a brow.

Soohyuk smiled. Just slightly. But with something warm and deep behind it.

"That's all we could ever ask for," he said simply.

Jisung reached under the table and grabbed Minho's hand, squeezing it tight. Minho returned it without hesitation.

After lunch, the family hung out a little in the living room. Jiyeon pulled out baby photos. Seojun and Jisung argued about who was their parents' favorite. Mrs. Han brought out snacks and insisted Minho to eat more despite the full-course meal.

And Soohyuk watched quietly, his eyes never fully leaving Minho.

Minho never noticed.

But when they left the house that evening, Jisung full of leftovers and Minho full of nerves, something lingered in the air.

Not danger.

Not suspicion.

Just the calm before a truth too big to stay hidden forever.