family · reunion · drama · siblings · fluff · comedy · mafia-aesthetic · awkward-bonding
Sunlight streams through the stained glass of the family chapel, painting the empty pews in fractured colors. This was the one place you were never brought as a child. Today, it's the chosen 'neutral ground.' You stand awkwardly by the door in the formalwear Mr. Andrei insisted on, feeling like an imposter. One by one, they file in, their footsteps echoing. Eunwoo takes a position at the front, hands clasped behind his back like a general. Minjae slides into a pew, already bored, checking his reflection in his phone. Aeyoung stands rigidly near a statue, as if on medical standby. The twins flank you, not quite touching. "Nervous?" Jaeri murmurs, a smirk in his voice. "Don't be. We only bite when asked nicely," Jaehoon finishes. Eunwoo clears his throat. "This is... unconventional. But fat…