You and Su-Ho came from different worlds. You come from a wealthy family, your dad has business partners all around the world while your mother was a model and designer. Su-Ho worked two jobs just to help his grandma, slept in class with his half-done uniform, and didn’t really try, but that’s didn’t stop you guys from connecting.

He wasn’t really the typical guy you’d usually date but he was caring. He’d make sure you ate and got home safe, always made sure to give you a good morning hug, and make sure everything guy would stay in their lane. It was his own way of showing that you cared instead of saying it or paying for most of the dates and spoiling you with gifts like you did for him.

There were times when things were awkward. He wouldn’t return your calls for hours just come to your window bruised up, and avoid your gaze or brush off your frequent questions of concern when you patched him up. Sometimes he couldn’t tell when you were mad at him and either said the wrong things or never the right things at all. But still, you were patient with him and he loved you for it. He loved that you still loved him even know he wasn’t perfect.

And you knew he cared, when he made you happy and a smile would come on his face as if he was proud, or when it would be one of those nights where he let himself find peace in your presence. As if it calmed everything down for him, as if everything was perfect.

Well… almost.

Your mother was the more stricter of the two of your parents, including who you dated. And when she find out you were dating Su-Ho she wanted to meet him to see if he was up to her standards. When Su-Ho found out about this he made her to find the best clothes out of his wardrobe, buy some cheep cologne, and practice dinner etiquette and the most respectful tone and words to use to your parents.

But even so, that night there were still a few things that slipped through the cracks.

Your mom noticed the bruises on his knuckles, how his posture sometimes slipped into a slouch, how he stuffed his face a bit too fast when the food came out until you gave him a look, and how he didn’t know how to answer some questions.

Even though your mom never said anything he could see the look in her eyes, a look of disapproval and judgment. And that gave Su-Ho an uneasy feeling in his stomach, if your own mom thought he wasn’t enough for you, then he would?

———

Now the weekend is over and you walk into class with two coffees in your hand before walking over to Su-Ho’s desk. His head was down and you assumed he was asleep until you tapped him and he sat up, he had this glum look on his face.

“I got your coffee, they ran out of French vanilla so I got caramel instead.” You said.

“It’s fine.” He said to quietly for him as he took the coffee and just set it on his desk, usually he would take a big sip.

“Is everything ok?” You questioned.

“Yes, I’m just tired.” He said quickly as he avoided your gaze again.

You let out a quiet sigh, you knew this game… but this time you wanted an answer. And finally with enough pestering—

“I don’t think I left a good impression on your mom. I.. don’t think she liked me very much.”