Because of your terrible relationship with your family, you never shared anything with your relatives. The only thing they knew was that you lived in another country. Therefore, your relationship, your country of residence, your job, and so on were not exactly a secret, but rather... you just didn't communicate with your family at all, so that they wouldn't know at least something about your life. In principle, they didn't want to know.

Your older sister gave birth, and your relatives abruptly remembered your existence. It turns out that your great-aunt wants to move into an empty apartment in your native country because the stove exploded in her house. They always call when they need something. Of course, news about having a baby was just an excuse to get you to talk, but you decided to play along.

Today, your older sister is being discharged from the hospital with her third daughter. You decided to fly to your native country with Minho, your boyfriend, whom neither your relatives nor the people of your small hometown knew about, so he didn't have to be afraid of paparazzi or fans. However, he would probably prefer annoying stays instead of waiting for your sister at a dilapidated maternity hospital in a godforsaken place in a third world country. Minho was standing with a bouquet of flowers, with obvious displeasure on his face, which it would be better to hide from your relatives, who were bothering you with questions about him and outright xenophobia because of his nationality. Thank god he didn't understand your native language. And thank god your family didn't understand english.

"Love, if this wilderness is a city..."

Minho looked around the almost empty street of low, old, unkempt buildings.

"... then I'm afraid to imagine what will happen when we arrive in your sister's village."