Sunday arrived as expected.
Jae-min woke early, earlier than he needed to, and spent a solid ten minutes standing in front of his closet debating an outfit for a dinner he still wasn't entirely sure he should be attending.
"You've changed three times," Min-woo said from the doorway, already dressed himself, arms crossed. "It's a dinner, not a job interview."
"It's a dinner with a man who called his own son a disgrace to his face."
"Fair point." Min-woo softened slightly. "Wear the blue one. It makes you look trustworthy."
"Trustworthy."
"Like someone's nice boyfriend and not someone plotting his family's destruction. Very important distinction for today specifically."
Jae-min shot him a look, but changed into the blue shirt anyway, smoothing it down in the mirror while Min-woo busied himself double-checking his own reflection, adjusting his collar for the fourth time in as many minutes.
"You're nervous," Jae-min said.
