Tensegrity

Let’s not do this at the front door’.
As he entered the house, his father and older brother approached at the same time.

“Hello, my name is Hyunseung Min.”

A low, husky, yet heavy voice repeated the greeting.
His father nodded half-heartedly and his brother smiled slightly.
The atmosphere was so awkward that it froze.

“Take this.” Direction Min broke the awkwardness.

“What is this?”

“I couldn’t come bare-handed, so I prepared it.”

“You can just come.
Why do you do this?”

With a nervous smile, Jun-Kyung’s mother received a shopping bag with the luxury logo on it and his brother received two furoshiki at the same time and placed it on the table.

“Sit this way, please.” It was probably his older brother who had a knack for customer service that suggested it.

Jun-Kyung’s parents sat on the short side of the large L-shaped sofa, and his brother sat on the auxiliary stool.
In the center of the long side, Executive Director Min was seated, and Junkyung was seated next to him.

The hardest thing was probably his father.
Unlike his flexible mother and his relatively young older brother, his father still had some of the old-fashioned way of thinking.

It was also the father who was much more frustrated and worried than the party Jun-kyung when the second son, who was healthy, suddenly became an Omega.
He is seeing a son-in-law rather than a daughter-in-law.
No one can imagine the shock.

Moreover, Director Min’s visuals are usually combative.
He is an alpha male over 190cm tall, clearly showing that handsome and beautiful appearances are in two different realms.

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There were a few minutes of small talk that no one was interested in such as if there was any inconvenience in coming here, whether there was traffic and what the weather was like.
Drinks and fruit were brought out and the talk continued for a while, then it became quiet.

“By the way, if your last name is Min…” The father, who had been still, quietly spoke.

Executive Director Min took out his business card and presented it in a polite manner.
His mother snatched the card before his father.

“Taewon TIC Executive Director?”

“What?” This time the father snatched the business card from his mother’s hand.
His father’s mouth was wide open.
All three pairs of eyes, including his older brother, were focused on Junkyung at the same time.
Jun-kyung looked at managing director Min.

“Then that Taewon’s second son?”

“I’m learning business from my father.
I’m not adequate, but please take care of me.”

Executive Director Min dropped a bomb.

Suddenly, an ice storm swept through the house.
The epicenter was his parents.
The older brother couldn’t shut his mouth and only blinked.

It was probably his mother who tried to reverse the mood.
She smiled awkwardly, pointing to a pretty plate of cherry tomatoes and kiwi.

“If I had known that Junkyung was coming with the Executive Director, I would’ve prepared better.
I didn’t have time to go to the department store, so this is the only fruit.
I prepared as usual.
What do I do if the hospitality is not good?”

“That’s all right”.

Junhee and Junkyung looked at their mother at the same time.
It was the rule of this family to put cherry tomatoes in a colander and eat them with bare hands while cutting kiwis in half with a small spoon or peel it with a potato knife and munch it whole.

Since when did they eat cherry tomatoes cut in half and placed in the shape of a flower and kiwi with fan-shaped wings with a fork?

What do you mean she couldn’t even go to the department store?

It has been more than 3 years since they only ate leftover food from the cafe.

His mother’s eyes shot saying she won’t let them be if they talk nonsense.  The mother, raising her two sons with her bare hands, was the head of the military in this family.
If they go against it, they should worry about her repercussions.

Jun-hee picks up a fork first and calmly follows the family custom that his mother had made in a hurry.

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“Director, please help yourself to some fruits.”

“Please feel free to speak.
You are older than me.” (T/N: not literal age, more like higher rank since Jun-hee is Jun-Kyung’s older brother)

“Is that so?”

“Yes.
If I marry Jun-kyung, I will become your brother-in-law and you will become the older hyung.”

Jun-Kyung’s parents agreed.
Junhee was two years younger than Executive Director Min.
Director Min’s etiquette education was so good that he had the momentum to instill trauma.

“Are you thinking of getting married?” Jun-Kyung’s parents asked.

“I came here to get permission to marry.
I apologize for not telling you in advance”.

“Oh, I see.
Are you in a serious relationship?”

“Yes, we are.”

Even before dinner, no one touched the fruit because no one had an appetite.

When his parents saw Director Min, they were afraid that they might make eye contact, so they quickly turned around and emptied the iced Americano.
With coffee in front of him, Jun-Kyung was even more thirsty.
When Jun-kyung got up, Jun-hee quickly followed and got up.

“Why?” Jun-Hee asked.

“To get some water.”

“There is coffee.”

“No, I want to drink bottled water.”

“I’ll get it for you.
Go sit down, you are the guest” Jun-hee replied.

“Yes, yes.
Jun-kyung, you sit down.” His parents stopped Jun-Kyung in a hurry.

Executive Director Min also looked at him subtly.
Jun-kyung had no choice but to put his butt back on.
The opportunity to take a breath went to Jun-Hee Ho, the pillar of this family.

“Two people…so, how long has it been like this?”