International Love (Junhui fluff)
Request: “Can you write a one-shot of Junhui or Minghao having a tall (5'10ish) american girl friend and she meets their parents? Its okay if you don’t do these sort of things. You don’t have to write if you don’t want to.”
Genre: fluffy fluff fluff
Word Count: 1,093
“Jagi, are you ready to go?” Junhui yelled from down the hall. You were standing in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend Junhui, and tonight was a very important night.
You were meeting his parents.
Your relationship with Junhui was a whirlwind. You two fell for each other quite quickly after your childhood friend, Joshua, introduced you two. You lived in America your whole life and never thought anything of it until you fell for Jun. There was never really a barrier there, considering you knew Chinese already from your high school classes, but now that you were meeting his parents, it was a different story.
You weren’t necessarily worried about speaking to them. Jun always told you that your Chinese was almost better than his. You were more worried about respecting their culture and behaving properly. You wanted them to love you like a daughter, but you were terrified that you weren’t what they would want for their son. Jun explained to you that his parents were pretty traditional in their ways, so you expected them to be disappointed when he brought a tall, lanky, and somewhat clumsy American home to them.
You let out a prolonged sigh just as your boyfriend entered the room. “Jagi? Is everything alright? It’s almost time to leave.” You turned to face him, trying to feign a smile. “Yeah, sorry. Just got distracted.” But nothing slips by Wen Junhui. “Nice try, Y/N, but I know something’s wrong. Talk to me,” he said as he walked up to you. You stood up and he immediately lifted his hands to rest on your upper arms, rubbing them slightly.
“It’s just… well… I’m nervous about tonight. What if your parents don’t like me? What if they don’t like you dating an uncultured American like me? I just want them to like me.” A look of shock rushed over Jun’s face before he moved a hand over to cup your right cheek, smiling at you sympathetically. “Y/N, are you kidding? How could anyone not love you? You’re so smart and beautiful and kind and loving and… and I don’t even care if they don’t like you, because I love you, and that’s all that matters.”
You knew that what Jun said was genuine, but you were still on edge. “I love you too, Jun, but I want your parents to love me too. I want them to be happy that we’re together. I want… I want them to smile at our wedding one day.” Jun flashed his brightest smile at that, blushing a little when you mentioned the possibility of marriage.
“Y/N, they will absolutely adore you. They knew the possibility of me dating a foreigner was going to go up dramatically once I became an idol. They will understand and they will even love you for it. And they will be happy for us because they love to see me happy. And considering the fact that you’re the light of my life, I’m pretty sure that will make them very happy.” You smiled up at him, thanking him for easing your nerves. He was always so good at making you feel better. You then quickly grabbed your coat and walked downstairs to the car, all the while your hand never leaving his.
You stood in front of the door to Jun’s childhood home, wishing you were anywhere but there. On the way there, your nerves got the best of you yet again. You wanted nothing more than to be back at home in bed with Jun’s arms wrapped around your waist as you caught up on your dramas, and yet, here you were. You clung to Jun’s side as he rang the doorbell. You heard footsteps from inside and looked up at Jun to find him smiling back at you, leaning in to place a chaste kiss on your cheek.
Jun’s mother opened the door with a warm smile on her face, greeting you two with kindness. “You must be Y/N! You’re all our little Junhui talks about when he calls home,” she said to you with a giggle. “All good things, I hope,” you mumbled in Chinese, blushing furiously. “Of course, of course! And I can see he wasn’t lying when he said you were the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. And you’re so good at Chinese!” Jun smiled proudly as he turned his head towards you. “Thank you very much, Mrs. Wen.”
Just then, Jun’s father slipped out from behind his wife, stepping onto the porch. “Y/N? Hello, I’m Junhui’s father,” he said with a smile. “Hello sir, it’s nice to meet you and your lovely wife.” He smiled back at Mrs. Wen. “She is lovely, isn’t she? Not much of a cook though, so you’ll have to thank me for dinner tonight,” Mr. Wen said with a hearty laugh. Jun’s mother playfully hit him on the shoulder, laughing along with him. “Oh, honey. I may not be able to cook, but this house is spotless all the time, thanks to me!” she shot back. “That is true indeed. But judging by how highly our son talks of Y/N here, she must be the whole package! Just don’t let Junhui do all the work. He can be lazy, you know?” his father said to you with a wink. “Dad, please. I’m never lazy when she’s around. I take very good care of her.” “Of course. Jun’s always been such a ladies man. Even in his younger years before he lost all his baby fat, the girls at school adored hi-” “Ok, enough about my baby fat days. Let’s get inside. I’m sure Y/N’s freezing,” Jun said quickly, trying to change the subject from his younger days. “Oh of course! The food is all ready and I can’t wait to hear all about Y/N! I love her already. So sweet and courteous,” Jun’s mother said, smiling down at you from the doorstep.
As Jun’s parents entered the home, you felt much more at ease. They already told you they liked you and it could only get better from here. Jun turned to face you, grabbing your hand to bring your knuckles to his lips. “See? Nothing to worry about. They already love you almost as much as I do.” You smiled up at him, taking his arm and snuggling your head against the base of his neck as you two entered the home. Everything was perfect again, but how could it not be? Every moment with him was perfect.