He makes a really great impression even from the start, once they see him standing on the doorway they look at him with good eyes, the meeting goes really well, he's so respectful, your parents take a soft spot for him.

Daniel, Jay, Jichang, James

At first, your parents were doubtful to let their guards down, yet once he got the chance to show his charms, your parents completely warmed to him, during the stay he would set up the table, wash the dishes (he would gossip with your mom)

Jake, Jaegyeon, Jibeom, Goo, Sinu, Zack, Jace

Your parents were not exactly pleased to see that type of man coming along with their child, he was so serious it kinda looked like he was rude, yet, as the meeting progressed, your parents understood he was reserved rather than rude. Some little gestures coming from him like serving a drink to your father, holding the chair for you to sit, stopping your mother to bend from catching something from the floor and doing it he instead... Those gestures made them accept him - your father especially, the two of them would enjoy each other companies with respect, and silence.

Taesoo, Warren, Jihan, Jerry, Hudson, Gun, Johan, Samuel

At first, they were taken aback, yet it didn't last long for him to show his most pure side, it made your parents melt. They enjoyed his company, especially your father, he was happy about the fact that you brought a gentle soul yet capable to protect you from any danger.

Vasco, Jibeom, Daniel, Zack, Lineman, Eli

He showed so much respect from the start that your parents didn't even have the chance to judge him, yet, on that same night you will receive a text from them telling you to be careful about that guy you're dating.

Eugene, Goo, Samuel, James

You could see from your parents expressions that they didn't like him at all. But don't worry, after a few more meetings they will show more empathy towards him and even accept him. (bonus if you have siblings, they adore him sm that helped you convince your parents).

Vin Jin, Koji, Sinu, Ryuhei, Jake, Eli

They ground you for even thinking about dating that guy

You, nestled in between and minding your business, unlocked your own phone to check a message—just for a second.

And that was your first mistake.

Goo craned his neck a little too suddenly. "Wait, was that your home screen?"

You flinched. "Nope. You saw nothing."

Gun looked over, eyes glinting. "It looked like a picture."

“It’s called a background image,” you said dryly, locking your phone and hugging it to your chest. “Very common.”

"Of us," Goo added with a delighted grin. "I saw an arm. And unless you're cheating on us with some other ripped guy, that was definitely Gun's."

You buried your face in your hands. “You're making this weird.”

"We are weird, babe," Goo said, poking your cheek. "Now show us.”

“No.”

"Fine," he said, puffing up his chest like this was a negotiation. "Trade deal. You show us yours, we show you ours."

You gave him a suspicious squint. “Why do I feel like I’m going to regret this?”

Goo beamed, already unlocking his phone. “Because you absolutely will.”

He turned the screen toward you. His lock screen was—of course—a blurry meme from TikTok. Something incomprehensible with impact font text and a cursed face. You blinked at it.

“That tracks,” you muttered.

“Wait for it,” he said, and with a flourish, he swiped to his home screen.

There it was: you. Mid-sleep. Mouth hanging open. Face unflatteringly squished between Goo’s bicep and Gun’s chest. Hair a mess. Drooling.

“GOO.”

You lunged, trying to grab the phone, but he laughed and stretched his arm effortlessly out of reach. Your attempts to climb him only made it worse, especially when he let you get almost there before lifting it higher.

Gun chuckled softly from beside you. “Interesting choice.”

“Oh, we’re not done,” Goo said, still holding the phone hostage. “Gun, your turn.”

Gun pulled his own phone out with the calm menace of someone too confident. No flourish. No dramatics.

His lock screen was deceptively sweet—a photo of you and him at a recent charity gala, both dressed to the nines. His hand on your back. Your smile soft, almost shy.

You blinked. “That’s… actually nice.”

Gun glanced at you. “That’s the point.”

And then he turned the screen again—to the home screen.

You almost screamed.

There you were. Face flushed, lips parted, hair a mess, sweat glistening on your collarbones. It was post-something, very obviously, and your expression was dazed and high on bliss.

“Gun! What the hell—delete that!”

He raised an eyebrow, like he was confused by your reaction. “I like it.”

You buried your head in your hands. “You are both insane.”

“It’s art,” Goo added helpfully.

“Kill me now.”

“Alright, your turn,” Goo said, nudging you. “You promised.”

“I didn’t promise anything.”

Gun leaned closer. “We showed you ours. It’s only fair.”

You hesitated.

Goo pouted.

Gun stared.

You cracked.

“Fine,” you sighed. “But you’re not allowed to laugh.”

“No promises,” Goo said, already grinning.

“I will physically throw you off the balcony.”

“That’s flirting, and I accept.”

You unlocked your phone, handed it over with a grimace, and immediately turned to face the wall like some shamed anime character in exile.

“Lock screen first,” Goo announced.

A pause.

“Oh, it’s us!” he said, a little too enthusiastically. “That event last month. Damn, we look good.”

You muttered something incomprehensible into the couch cushion.

“And now the moment of truth,” Gun said, voice rich with amusement.

Another pause.

And then:

“Oh-ho-HO,” Goo cackled. “You creep. This is what you’ve been hiding?”

“Shut up,” you groaned, face burning.

Gun didn’t speak right away. But you felt the weight of his silence — that signature intensity like he was analyzing every pixel.

Your home screen was… well, it wasn’t that bad. To you. It was a candid photo you’d snuck one morning — the two of them, fresh out of the shower, towels slung low around their hips. Goo was mid-laugh, water dripping down his chest. Gun was looking into the mirror, head tilted back slightly, hair damp and slicked back. The lighting was ridiculous. Their muscles looked unfair.

“You took this?” Gun asked quietly.

You refused to turn around/

“Secret admirer,” Goo grinned. “And here I thought you were the innocent one.”

“I hate both of you.”

“You know,” Goo said, casually throwing his arm around your shoulders, “if you want more material, all you have to do is ask.”

“Goo—”

“I’ll even pose. Mood lighting. Oil. Get you some options for the week.”

“I swear to god.”

Gun handed your phone back. “It’s flattering.”

You took it back with a scowl, swiping up to change the screen like your life depended on it.

Goo leaned into your ear, voice a low whisper.

“Hey babe. Paint me like one of your French girls.”

“Goo, I will throttle you.”

“Not in front of the kids,” he whispered dramatically, looking at your phone like it had feelings.

You threw his phone out the window. And somewhere in the back of your mind, you decided to just… never open your phone around them again.

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