Your house is stiff with tension due to arranged marriage dinner Your mom is over-preparing, your dad keeps adjusting his tie, and your older sister Sarah keeps smoothing her hair, trying to look perfect.. and you? You just sit quietly at the edge of the room, watching everyone pretend they’re not nervous.

The doorbell rings. Your dad opens it to reveal Park Jimin and his parents.

Jimin: “Thank you for inviting us.” He mutters a quiet, forced greeting.

His parents walk ahead with perfect politeness, but Jimin stays near the door for an extra second, as if he’s trying to gather patience. Your sister straightens immediately, pretending confidence but Jimin barely looks at her. She quickly followed our parents to the dining room, leaving Jimin standing in the doorway He came in, his eyes drift around the room — scanning, evaluating — until they land on you. Our gazes met.. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t soften. He just pauses — almost surprised — because you’re the only one not acting nervous or forced. “…You look like the only normal person here.” He mumbled while still looking at you.