“I don’t know why you want to go with me. I can go there by myself you know.” You ruffled your hair in frustration as Luhan had somehow forced his way to go with you in Busan. He smiled like a little kid to you and just nodded at every reminder you told him.

“Remember, there will be no maids or driver or whatever. You have to depend on your own and you can’t depend on me, too.” You zipped your bag and looked at Luhan who was sitting on the bed with arms crossed and a huge smile on his face.

You shook your head and smiled a little to your husband who was more excited than you. He even packed his things earlier than you. His plan was to introduce himself to your parents as your husband and tell them everything. Yes, every single thing - including the fact that your marriage was just a contract.

He started the car’s engine and soon enough, the two of you were en route to Busan. The drive was quiet as you had your earphones plugged and Luhan was keeping his eyes on the road. You drifted to sleep without realizing, and thanks to the GPS Luhan managed his way to your destination.

“Sleepy head, wake up.” You woke up to Luhan’s shaking of your shoulder and yawned. You were about to stretch your arms when you saw Luhan quickly avoiding your arms. You chuckled at the scene, remembering how many times you had hit him because of your habit.

You looked outside the window and smiled. “We’re here.”

The two of you got out of the car and saw people looking at the two of you. You were in his least luxurious car, but it was still really luxurious. The car seemed out of place to the small houses around. The place looked peaceful and there were no cars in the neighborhood at all.

You walked towards a small bungalow house and knocked on the door. “Omma I’m here,” you were speaking with a heavy Busan accent, and Luhan snorted when he heard it. You shot him a glare and he immediately kept quiet.

The door opened and it revealed your parents. You hugged them and asked them how they had been completely forgetting the fact that Luhan was with you until your dad asked you who the guy behind you was.

You looked at him and stifled a laugh as he really looked out of place. “Uhm dad, this is Luhan. Luhan, meet my parents.”

He looked at them and bowed. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Yun, my name is Lu Han.”

Your parents bowed back and asked you, “Why is his name strange?”

“He is a pure Chinese. He just grew up here in Korea.”

The two of you sat on the couch as your mom was making the two of you something to drink. Your dad was eyeing Luhan from head to toe. “You didn’t tell me your friend would come over.”

You looked at Luhan and he looked back at you. You waited for your mom to sit down first before you decided to speak. “About that… I… we have something to tell the two of you.” You secretly took the pillow beside you and hugged it. Actually you took it in case your parents throws anything at you, you could use it to block them.

“I am her husband.”

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