[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/1miRh71.png[/img]

[sub]Saturday, before the family dinner
[@Fabricant451]
[color=ffefd5][b]Min[/b][/color][color=b57f13][b]ry[/b][/color][/sub][/center][hr][indent][indent]Henry was ready for the dinner. He wasn’t excited for it, but he was [i]definitely[/i] ready for it, and why wouldn’t he be? Anytime he got to hang out with Min-seo was a good time, and he was already planning on fucking with Hailey by wearing something casual and lame to her fancy little ‘dinner party.’ Parker was spoken for — she was out with Brian, though Henry wasn’t sure what exactly they were doing. He wasn’t worried about it, Brian was a pretty responsible dude.

Henry, on the other hand, was basically the exact opposite. He didn’t want to be at this dinner, so dammit, he was gonna fuck with Hailey. There wasn’t a damn thing on this planet that brought him as such joy… except for Min-seo of course. Which reminded him, wasn’t she still in the bathroom? Geezus, girls took forever. [color=b57f13][b]“Yo, Min, you okay in there?”[/b][/color] He asked, tapping on the door with his knuckles.

What was it about boys that made them so impatient? Min-seo had seen first hand the sort of care a boy puts into his appearance; she’d seen Henry decide which clothes to wear based solely on a brief sniff which was hardly a fitting test. When Henry heard about the dinner he probably figured he could get away with wearing jeans and a t-shirt but Min-seo was different. She was proper, fancy, concerned about her appearance, she was, in essence, everything Henry wasn’t. 

[color=ffefd5][b]“I am...fine.”[/b][/color] That question was asked any time she took longer than five minutes in the bathroom, which was to say she was asked that question every single day since she entered the Green house on the exchange program. And that was even before she started really embracing the makeover given to her, back when she let herself get away with not immaculately brushed hair. [color=ffefd5][b]“Is...some...thing...wrong?”[/b][/color] If anything was going to ruin this dinner it would be Min’s grasp of the language. She could speak it somewhat stilitedly but she figured she had no chance of keeping up with any sort of conversation between family members’ that was why she was determined to dress like she was going to the Met Gala or some other red carpet affair. And that was why she had used a special hair product that smelled quite faintly of violet and bamboo and a field of soft, sweet flowers, that was why she had picked out a dress that was elegant but not overly skimpy or showy with a gentle pink color to it, and that was why she had been in the bathroom now for about half an hour. 

[color=ffefd5][b]“I am...almost...done.”[/b][/color]

Henry wasn’t going to complain, the last time that Min-seo took this time, she came out looking like a goddamn stone cold fox. He wasn’t going to complain if his girlfriend took a little while longer, and came out looking like one of the idols that Owen was always fucking trying to show him, even if Henry said a billion times he didn’t care how much of a ‘pretty delight’ they were, whatever the fuck that meant.

The point was, Min-seo was one fine looking girl, and if that meant she had to take a long time in the bathroom getting ready, then Henry was damn well gonna wait. He shook his head, though he knew she couldn’t see, and replied to her regardless. [color=b57f13][b]“No, no nothin’s wrong, I’m just checkin’ on you. That’s all.”[/b][/color] Henry was fucking shallow, wasn’t he? He’d get over it with time, hopefully… For now, he was just enjoying the sighs. [color=b57f13][b]“Take your time, aight? I’ll just be waiting here. Are you nervous?”[/b][/color]

[color=ffefd5][b]“Nervous?”[/b][/color] Min-seo repeated the question, though with her accent it sounded more like she was saying ‘ner-bus’ but she doubted Henry cared either way. The question was fairly loaded but she wasn’t quite sure how to answer. Of course she wasn’t one hundred percent calm and cool and collected but at the same time...she’d pretty much met most of Henry’s family even if in passing. She lived with him in his house at least until the exchange program was up, and just because they started kissing with a more alarming regularity didn’t mean she hadn’t been on a tour of the place. Sure, Henry’s room was basically the room she saw the most but the point was that she might not have been super familiar with his parents and all but she was likely better off than most. So what did she have to be nervous about? Other than language, but that was something she dealt with on a daily basis.

Instead she figured the best way to answer the question was to simply exit the bathroom. She gave herself a final look in the mirror, saw how flawless her makeup was, how neatly parted her hair was, and how the little bits of jewelry sewn into her dress caught a sparkle in the light. Min-seo, decked out in something quite red, opened the door and stepped out into Henry’s room, giving a little twirl as she did so so her dress spun right along.  [color=ffefd5][b]“Do I look nervous?”[/b][/color]

Well, she certainly didn’t look nervous. In fact, Min-seo looked stunning, but that was almost par for the course now. Henry stepped forward and smiled, kissing her on the lips and shaking his head, [color=b57f13][b]“hell no. You look gorgeous, it’s actually unfair. The other girls don’t even come close to you, like seriously…”[/b][/color] Henry’s face dropped a little bit though. This was going to be the first time that Min-seo had [i]really[/i] interacted with his mothers before, and he was a little scared. At least meeting his father had went well, but Ty liked damn well everyone on the planet, it was hardly an ideal comparison… [color=b57f13][b]“Just… just be ready for my moms to be cunts, alright? It’s basically their god given greatest talent.”[/b][/color]

If it were up to Min, she would have interrupted Henry’s babbling about mothers with another kiss. Henry could talk a lot and Min liked kissing and she had every reason to suspect that stopping Henry’s ranting with a bit of tonsil hockey would only be beneficial to the both of them. But she didn’t in this instance. She merely entertained the idea. In truth, she was only really half listening to Henry at the moment, she had a bit of a slower response time thanks mostly to the fact that she was still processing the bathroom-exiting kiss. It had been a good kiss. Every kiss they had was a good kiss but Min might have been a bit biased. 

[color=ffefd5][b]“What...is...cunts?”[/b][/color] 

Oh, right. She wasn’t exactly a native speaker… So it made since that she didn’t exactly know what he was saying, but he had to think about what he could say to compare it for her. It wasn’t easy, he didn’t know anything in Korean that carried the same weight as ‘cunts,’ but he could at least fire off a few other English words for her. [color=b57f13][b]“You know, like… bitch, asshole, fucker, mean person. Just something like that,”[/b][/color] Henry explained, accenting each suggested word with soft, quick kisses. He didn’t need her to know the specifics, he just needed her to know that, [color=b57f13][b]“I’m worried that they’ll be mean to you… you’re too soft for that kind of thing.”[/b][/color] Henry said gently, before looking over his shoulder toward the door. [color=b57f13][b]“Are you ready?”[/b][/color]

Min-seo nodded in understanding with a wide little smile on her face; it seemed unusual to be smiling while learning about what kind of person a ‘cunts’ was but when a lesson came with kisses attached how could she not be grinning ear to ear? She would have expressed her doubts that a mother could be any of those things but then she recalled her own stepmother and the unfortunate reality that not every mother in the world was a doting, loving, caring figure to her child. She had to look no further than Parker for that, not that Parker had told anyone about the situation regarding her mother, but any child living alone in a tent because the house is empty is probably not going to be giving any Best Mom Ever coffee mugs away. 

[color=ffefd5][b]“It is...okay. If they are...mean...I will...not...under...stand. I will just....smile...and nod...and...be pretty...okay?”[/b][/color]

[color=b57f13][b]“Yeah… that’s probably for the best…”[/b][/color] Henry muttered, sighing as he locked arms with Min and led her out of the room.[/indent][/indent]