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Posted: Dec 22 2017, 01:13 AM
Posted: Dec 31 2017, 01:02 PM
are you talking about me, i don't give a-
I Don't care, no one has the right to change me
Fang hadn't expected the events of the day before to unfold. Or at least, he hadn't expected the meeting with Chen's younger brother to go as well as it had. Not that that was a bad thing - compared to what he might have expected out of siblings of his(with one exception so far), it had been...quite calm.
All he'd meant to do was be there for emotional support. He hadn't anticipated talking much to the teenager. But he had been far enough removed from the situation to feel better about engaging - and with one last plan in mind before they returned to Korea, it was best that he tried to get along with as many of Chen's relatives as he could.
Their day had been slow, spent recovering from the meeting. There were still a couple of days left until the return trip, so they had time to take it easy. The idea to find a nice restaurant to go out for a meal was something he had suggested when they first arrived, but now it felt even more important to find the time for his plan.
(And maybe having an excuse to make use of one of the dresses he'd brought along played a motivating factor, but really, he was in a part of the world where it wouldn't really be judged that harshly. At least he had a good reason for that idea.)
The wig and make-up concealed the sharper angles of his face that could never be mistaken as feminine, and his shoulders - far too broad to be those of a woman - were covered up by the half-cape he'd gotten recently. Not that anyone's opinion outside of his boyfriend's really mattered to him at this given moment, because he wasn't dressing up for anyone else's sake.
Even with - or maybe because of - his daughter being there, Fang felt like he'd made the right decision. Few would mistake them for a traditional family, but tradition certainly didn't matter. What mattered most to Fang was making sure that his boyfriend knew he was loved even before they reached the restaurant where they could be tucked away and ignore everyone but each other and Huan.
At least expressing love was simple when they spoke in Mandarin. No one needed to understand what they were saying to each other, because the conversation was for no one else's sake.
Huan led the way into the restaurant, already proving she was more mature than her four years suggested, and Fang was content to not have to watch her so closely. His eyes kept lingering on the man at his side, and it was second nature to reach out and twine their fingers together while they walked through tables to their destination.
"I wonder where she might have learned that," Fang whispered to Chen, the hint of a smirk playing at the edge of his mouth. "Though you aren't wrong," he added in a softer voice, reluctantly letting go his boyfriend's hand once they reached the table.
Helping Huan settle in her chair, he couldn't help but stifle a laugh when his chair was pulled out for him by the server before he'd even moved to it. Ducking his head in a nod of thanks, he glanced across the table at his boyfriend as he sat down, eyebrows lifting slightly.