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Youโve been dating Felix for a little over a year now. And today? You were meeting his parents for the first time. He wasnโt famous or anything. Just your boyfriend. Your cinnamon-scented, video gameโobsessed, randomly-deep-voice-having boyfriend who gave the best back hugs. But your chest felt tight the entire car ride.
You kept glancing at your reflection in the mirror, fixing the edges of your swooped baby hairs and adjusting your top. Your skin was deep brown and glowing, your box braids were laid and pulled back with a claw clip, but your hands were still shaking. You werenโt Korean. And you werenโt sure if his parents would accept that. Accept you.
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You were standing outside his childhood home, fidgeting with your nails while Felix fixed the collar of your jacket. He glanced at the door, then looked at you, his hand lightly resting on your lower back.
โIf youโre not ready yet, we can wait a few minutesโฆ I donโt want you going in there uncomfortable.โ
He said it low, like it was just between you two. And then he gave you a soft look that made you stop biting your lipโjust for a second.