—Sean never thinks that meeting your boyfriend's family (and coming out) will be this nerve-racking. Miles tries to help. (It backfires.)
—Miles - มินฮยอน | Sean - ซองอู
—Language: English & ไทย
Friday night is usually Sean's favorite day of the week, where he would be internally chanting the cliche Thank God It's Friday once the clock strike six and either getting lost in the sea of colorful lights and heavy beats, enjoying a calm movies night with his boyfriend, or just allowing himself to be ravished by the said boyfriend until he's sated and feeling thoroughly loved.
But none of those is a plan for tonight as a familiar black sedan pulled up in front of his office building. Sean curses under his breath when the window rolls down to reveal the source of his nervousness, Miles—his boyfriend of four years. Miles beckons him over with a slight nod but it's the gentle smile the other man is sporting that has him crumbling from the inside. Sean climbs into the passenger seat tight-lipped.
"Relax, it's just a family dinner. You've met them before."
"But that was when I was still your best friend! You had to go and break it to them that you got a boyfriend and that's also me."
"Hey, calm down. Breathe, okay?"
"I am trying."
"I don't think blasting Led Zeppelin's Whole Lotta Love is gonna be any help though."
"Shut up. It's my unwind song."
"Wanna hold my hand?"
Sean pulls a face. "Concentrate on the road, will you?"
Miles raises an eyebrow before waving his right hand towards the road full of rumbling vehicles ahead of them, they might have been stuck on this street for almost twenty minutes now.
"You know how bad the traffics on Friday night are." Miles tries not to mention how Sean's scrunched up face is a total giveaway. "Come on, why are you being shy from just holding hands? We've done a lot more than that."
"I'm not! God, you're unbelievable. Why am I dating you?"
"You thought I was the most gorgeous creature that ever graced this world and I thought you were absolutely adorable how you were flustered after saying that. We look amazing together; that's why."
"Will you shut up if I hold your hand?"
"Alright, no need to be sassy about it," Miles doesn't get to finish when Sean's hand shoots up, ready for a little bit of beating, and he reflexively uses his own arm as a shield. Instead of a light slap he's expecting, Sean catches his hand in midair and entwined their fingers together, and then Miles truly feels how anxious his boyfriend is—his palm a bit clammy, trembling, pulsing. He tightens the grip, hoping that it's reassuring enough that everything will be fine.
"Damn, your hand is really cold. We're lucky that I'm the one driving."
Sean laughs weakly, but he appreciates how the taller man is trying to lighten the mood.
They're finally free from the dreadful traffics ten minutes later with (Sean's favorite) Brit-rock music playing in the background, Miles' attempts in distracting Sean with random small talks despite him being the less talkative one normally, and Sean completely pliant under Miles' warm hand and soft, soothing voice.
"Can you imagine their reactions if we incorporated how we actually started dating into this circumstance, like—hello, mom and dad, somewhere in a span of these two months, we were drunk out of our minds and we ended up fucking, then miraculously realized that we were in love after five years being best friends?"
Miles promptly chokes on nothing.
"Okay, Sean, I'd like you to keep your mouth shut the whole time.
Please."
end.
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