“Qian Kun!”
The male winced from his desk as his friend walked in, Doyoung had a cup of iced coffee as he plop down on the seat across his friend.
“What is it?”
“What do you mean? Taeyong hyung invited us for lunch, he wants to introduce us to his special friend.”
That made the young executive blink, he glanced at his phone to check the date.
“That’s..today?”
“Duh.”
Kun puffed his cheeks, he stood up to grab his coat. Doyoung took out his phone to check his messages.
“When did hyung meet her? Do we know her?” Kun asked as they stepped out of the office, Doyoung shrugged.
“I don’t really know much, hyung was kind of secretive at first. Can we take your car?”
Kun nodded back and they got inside the elevator.
“Where are we eating?”
“At The Orange. In Apgujeong,”
The doors pinged open, Kun paused at his friend’s words.
“The Orange?”
“Yeah, Taeyong hyung loves their pasta, remember?” Doyoung hummed as he signaled for Kun’s secretary have the car brought around.
“The Orange, of course.” Kun fixed his tie and shook his head to himself.

Jeno slid down from the vehicle and walked straight towards the restaurant’s entrance. He was welcomed by a hostess and led to their table, where he found his mother and her fiancé already waiting.
“Jeno, come sit.” The male waved him over, Jeno politely smiled back before taking his seat.
“How’s school lately, son?” His mother spoke in Korean, Jeno looked up and shrugged.
“Still the same, ma. Nothing new.” He really wasn’t up for small talk. He still had no idea how to tell his sister what was going on. He had a feeling that his older sibling had no idea what was going on, and he was worried that if he did try to contact her, it will only disturb her from work.
However, his mother marrying this stranger did bother him.
“Ma, how could you not tell me about your plans?” Jeno spoke softly, the elder looked at him and frowned.
“Dear, I wanted to tell you, but you were so busy with school and other activities that I didn’t want to get in the way.”
“You’re getting married and you thought telling me would get in the way?” Jeno was confused, and then Jiwook reached out to pat his shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Jeno. We should have told you, but we all got busy with preparations and~”
“Auntie Jing?”
Jeno glanced up and recognized the male before them.
“Taeyong, hello.” The lady stood up to give the male a quick hug, Jeno grinned at the male.
“Hyung.” He greeted him with familiraity.
“It’s been a while, I got your invitation yesterday, auntie.” Taeyong said good-naturedly.
“That’s good, I haven’t seen you youngsters for a while. Are you here alone? Join us.”
“No, Doyoung and K~ I mean, my friends are coming to join me. Enjoy your lunch, auntie.” Taeyong stuttered, Jeno tilted his head. The older male seemed nervous, but then he turned to him and patted his shoulder.
“Good to see you.” Taeyong said before moving along, Jeno nodded back and glanced at his mother’s boyfriend.

“You’re still flying out for that conference?” Kun spoke as they crossed the street.
“I have to. Abeoji’s going, and it’s just a couple of weeks in Germany. Seems fun.”
Kun snorted and shook his head.
“A couple of weeks your father? I’ll pray for you.” He joked as they went up the restaurant’s steps.
“Well, there’s that.” Doyoung mumbled, he pushed the door open but a loud purring made the two males pause. Kun turned his head and watched as a black Corvette parked right beside a familiar Rolls Royce.
“Let me call Taeyong hyung if he’s already~”
The Corvette’s driver slid down from the vehicle, Kun’s eyes widened as he recognized the girl.
“D—Doyoung-ah,”
She walked towards the Rolls Royce, he noticed how the girl smiled and she took off her right earring and with that tiny piece of jewelry, she started to scratch the luxury car’s entire body.
“Oh my god. It’s Aeyoung.” Kun heard Doyoung mutter under his breath.
“That car…isn’t that..her mother’s?” Doyoung spoke, and then Aeyoung stepped away from the car and turned towards them. Her eyes widened briefly and she broke into a smile.
“Aeyoung-ah,” Kun spoke as she reached them.
“I’d really love to talk, but I have something urgent to take care of. Good to see you, ex-boyfriend.” She patted his cheek before heading inside the establishment.
The two could only stare as the girl strode inside, ignoring the hostess as she tried to stop her.
“Why do I sense…trouble?” Doyoung spoke as they walked inside and looked for Taeyong.
“She is trouble.” Kun murmured as he spotted a stunned looking Taeyong who was also looking at the newcomer.
“She still looks good though, any regrets?” Doyoung joked, Kun ignored him and approached their table.

Jeno distracted himself as the waiter arrived with their food, his mother and new fiance were both in deep conversation before him and the youngest Lee child felt disgusted with the way they were cooing at each other.
It felt more like a torture than a lunch out. He glanced around the restaurant, letting his eyes wander at the other tables.
“Sir, the pasta you ordered.”
He looked and thanked the male.
“So, Jeno, how’s~”
The only vacant chair on their table was suddenly yanked, the three of them looked up and Jeno almost dropped his fork.
“Ae—Aeyoung-ah,” Their mother was stunned. Kim Jiwook watched as the girl wordlessly sat down on the seat across him, their was a look on her face that he couldn’t read.
“J—Jie,” Jeno sputtered, Aeyoung’s left brow went up and she raised her palm.
“Yes, ma’am?” The waiter rushed to her. She pointed to her brother’s plate, the male nodded and scurried away.
“Daughter, when did you arrive? Why didn’t you call?”
Aeyoung didn’t reply, she simply picked up the glass of wine from her brother’s side and took small sips. Her forehead creased briefly, realizing it was cheap wine. Her eyes went to her mother's man and silently tried to size him up.
“I’m assuming this is….your eldest, honey? Aeyoungie?” Jiwook spoke, Jeno saw how his sister’s jaw twitched briefly.
The table grew painstakingly quiet, Jeno looked at his mother, even the elder didn’t know what to do.
Well, even their grandparents were a little terrified of his sister.
Jeno wanted the floor to swallow him up. He could sense it, his sister wasn’t in a good mood and, she didn’t like being called Aeyoungie. Especially by strangers.
“Aeyoung-ah,” Their mother reached for her hand across the table, Jeno turned his head and paused when he noticed two familiar males walk towards another table.
The other one caught his eye and gave him a friendly smile.
“Is this some kind of…blessing…or a sick coincidence?” Jeno whispered to himself, Aeyoung’s order arrived and she finally looked up.
She picked up her fork but their mother spoke again.
“Aeyoung-ah, please at least answer me. You’re being rude.”
She exhaled, dropped her fork a little too loudly and then she eyed the male before her.
“So, why am I not on the guest list, mother?”

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