Jiyong’s deathtrap --- ahem --- car slowed to a halt in front of a large red brick house; it was pretty quiet despite the reunion being a few hours away. There were already a few cars parked outside underneath the shade of trees lined on the street and the older male could hear his little cousins laughing loudly from the backyard. Jiyong put the car in park and let out a sigh.

“You okay?” He turned to Seungri who was twiddling his thumbs nervously.

Seungri attempted a grin --- which looked more like a grimace. “…I’m fine. I mean, I’ve met your parents plenty of times. Dami seems to sort of like me, so that’s a plus?”

Jiyong laughed and rolled his eyes. “Yes, Dami adores you. She practically begs to come see you every time she’s in Seoul for work. I didn’t tell her anything, by the way, so don’t you dare slip up.”

Seungri nodded, picking at his nails. He was a nervous fidgeter. “I’m more scared of what your parents are going to say about you bringing home a boyfriend. I mean, your last one was with Hyunseung when you were in high school and that turned out like —”

Jiyong glared at him at the mention of his ex-boyfriend’s name. “Don’t you mention that ’s name in my presence.”

“What?” Seungri said innocently. “It was pretty funny when you guys were all lovey---”

“UGH,” Jiyong exclaimed, hiding his pink face in the wheel. “SHUT UP, SEUNGRI! It’s embarrassing enough just thinking about it!”

Seungri laughed and gave his hyung a gentle pat on the head. “I was just teasing you, hyung. You guys were seriously too cute, though. The matching outfits too~”

“SEUNGRI!”

Seungri continued laughing and climbed out of the car.

Seungri had his black duffle slung over one shoulder as he made his way towards the door. It was a familiar sight; the door still painted a bright orange which was Jiyong’s mom’s favorite color and the welcome mat’s smiley face a little worn and faded.

Don’t be nervous! It’s not like this is the first time you’ll be meeting them. Your parents are practically best friends with Jiyong’s!

Seungri sighed. Of course it was – is – different. This time was indeed a first. He wasn’t meeting them as Jiyong’s dongsaeng-slash-friend, he was meeting them as his boyfriend. And boyfriends have kind of been a taboo in the Kwon household since the whole debacle with Hyunseung when they were all still in high school. Plus Seungri’s deathly afraid of Jiyong’s dad who might not react very well to his only son’s second boyfriend.

The blond raised his hand to press the doorbell when the door was thrown open violently. Seungri yelled out and took a step back, surprised out of his wits. “Ah!”

“Lee Seunghyun!”

A small woman with permed hair and a matching green pantsuit was standing in the doorway, hands on her small hips. She had a stern look on her face but her eyes were twinkling.

“Auntie?”

“Come here and give me a hug. You haven’t visited us in ages!”

Seungri smiled, a little bit of the tension leaking out of his body, and jogged towards Jiyong’s mom. He gave her a tight hug.

“Yah! SEUNGRI!”

Seungri looked up and saw Dami, Jiyong’s older sister, her hair a faded lilac, running down the stairs. Despite being several years older than his hyung, she actually looked like they were no more than a year apart.

She tugged Seungri from her mom’s embrace and proceeded to give him her own crushing hug. “I missed you, maknae! We didn’t nearly get to spend enough time together last month when I came to visit you guys,”

Seungri gasped for air, patting Dami’s back gently. “Yeah, it was around the time of mine and hyung’s final exams so we were a little busy.” Dami hugged him tighter.

“Noona ---” Seungri ground out, patting Dami’s shoulder harder. “I can’t breathe---”

“Kwon Dami, let him go,” Jiyong’s voice drawled from the entryway. “He’s turning blue.” Jiyong was tugging a small suitcase behind him as he came