#lvminosityy

Yoon wasn’t ready to hear that his twin was getting married, Eun-Wol was younger than him {not by much but still} So Yoon should be the one to get married first. But the idol doubted he would ever even get married, So Eun-Wol getting married was a happy event and Yoon was going to make sure he was there no matter what. The idol had managed to convince Seungho into helping him shop for the event, the stylist had always been good at making Yoon look his best, which made the idol feel good about himself. That shopping trip had lead to Yoon inviting the stylist to the wedding as his plus one, the idol grateful to not have to go alone, to have someone who he would be able to have some sort of conversation with. Yoon was the best man, so he had arrived earlier than most. The idol felt bad for having to drag the stylist along so early, so after making sure his father and brother were okay, Yoon came offering coffee and snacks. “Again sorry..” Yoon comments while moving to take a seat next to his friend, the coffee and snacks placed on the table in front of them. “Here, I know it is early but thank you for coming, it is nice to have a friend around. And I promise the food will be delicious.” Yoon’s eyes glance around the room, which will soon be filled with his family and strangers. “I am the best man, so I have to stand up there and then I will change into the hanbok then I can come and eat with you. Are you sure you are okay with sitting next to my appa? He talks a lot, and will try to get you to come and buy dumplings.” Yoon laughs softly while describing what his father would most likely do. “He would also most likely tell you all about my childhood if you are nosy, he loves to talk about us kids.” The idol leans back, taking in the other's outfit properly for the first time and nods. "You look nice. As always."

Min parked his car, and grabbed the bags from the front seat, careful of the cake and food so as to not spill it. Shutting the door he made his way to the backseat and grabbed the bags that his mother had dropped off, kimchi and side dishes from their grandmother, and whatever his mother had sent as a gift, knowing her it was most likely hanbok. He stared at the pile of bags and groaned before shutting the door and locking the doors as best he could with his hands full. The producer made his way inside the building,slightly concerned at the lack of security this building had. He carefully navigated the small hallway and practically took up the tiny elevator, he was glad no one else tried to enter, it would have been awkward. He eyes the bags, there are way too many bags, causing him to shake his head. Why couldn't his mother drop them off herself? She loved her nephew right? The elevator doors opened, bringing him from his thoughts. Min sighed and stepped out of the elevator, his eyes scanning the hall to make sure he was headed in the right direction.Finally deciding to turn left, hoping that was the correct direction. The numbers on the doors were getting smaller, so he knew he didn’t have to turn around, this time. Finally he arrived at the end of the hall. Stopping outside apartment 401, the producer emptied his hands of most of the bags, carefully of course, only keeping a hold of the food and cake he brought with him before pausing to remember the code. After thinking, and failing to remember he leaned over and pressed the doorbell. “Seungho-ah, it’s cold out here.” Min says leaning down just a bit and smiles softly at the camera before standing up and waiting for the door to open.  

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ today isn’t your day, is it? ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ how is it you’re never scared? ❜