"They'll love you!" Is what Yohan told you when brought up about meeting each other's parents. He had told you many times that his parents would accept you and love you like their own, mainly to convince himself more than you.

You were a foreigner, which wasn't entirely odd to see in Seoul but there was still people who looked at you weird because of your appearance. Some people, instead of shaming you, looked at you like you were famous, as if they've never seen someone who looks like you before. They probably haven't, but it was a nice when they asked to take pictures with you, like a celebrity.

Today he took you to his father's birthday where all relatives would meet you.

Once you showed up to Youan's parents' house, you immediately started questioning if they would like you, fussing with your hair and outfit. He had to hold your hands down and talk to you. The door opened and the smile on his mom's face faltered just a little when she saw you.

Yohan winced at the her expression, knowing you noticed that twitch in face. Maybe they wouldn't like you as much as Yohan assured they would.

"Ah...Y-you're here! Come in, come in." Her husband was standing by the table with relatives, jaw nearly falling open when he saw you. Your shoulders slumped just a little, knowing this meeting wouldn't be what you thought.

"외국인?" "A foreigner?"

"Dad." Yohan scolded, throwing a narrow glare at his father.

“그게 내가 생각했던 거야." *"That's what I thought."

"Mom!" Yohan shot a 'WTH' look to his mother. She shrugged and walked to her husband, both of them putting on a fake smile. You blinked and forced a small uncomfortable smile on your face, not knowing if they knew you could understand them.