A case in which a new born baby named Claire Han kicked the doctor first thing on the face before crying.
Taehyung and Claire both thought the only barrier keeping them from being happy were distances and misunderstandings. What would they do if a s...
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스물하나 | CA-REU-BO-NA-RA
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Watching in horror as our parents stood rooted on our doorstep, I instinctively kicked his balls as he backed away and landed on his bum with a loud thud.
Regret immediately took over me when I saw his face turned bright red and he was clutching it so hard down there.
Seo Jun told me once that he had been kicked there when he was a kid and it felt like having an upset stomach and wanting to defecate all over the floor.
I'm genuinely sorry, Taehyung.
"Taehyung? What kind of a staggering sight is this!" Mr Kim Seokjin dropped his car key and dramatically approached us. "I came to greet my foster daughter whom I haven't met in three years so HOW can you explain your existence here, my dear son?"
"Uh, come on dad. Don't be dramatic." Taehyung rolled his eyes whilst still trying to recover from the chronic pain.
He stood up despite the evident frown on his face, like he needed all the effort in the world to breathe in every excruciating second.
Amidst locking eyes with him, I mouthed a very sincere 'sorry' which he seemed to ignore.
"See, you're being disrespectful to me for the nth time. Well, I hope all the mosquitoes go to you tonight," Mr Kim cussed at him before lifting his head to look at me.
"Claire, my tomboy baby!" He pulled me to sit down on the sofa and examined my face.
I sat awkwardly next to him, feeling his gaze piercing into my soul. "Hi Mr Kim, it's been three years."
"You look so different, oh my gosh!"
Mr Kim and I used to get along well. Actually, I got along well with both his parents. Just that it seemed that I had a kind of stronger bond with Mr Kim as he was the one who helped my mother gave birth, the first person who held me in his hands and witnessed me breathing from my lungs.
He was like a second father to me, until the day his family left without notice.
I started blaming him in my little heart for having to run his business at the states. I started blaming him for my lost because he made Taehyung leave with him.
I was childish and didn't know how to react. It was as if putting the blame on someone would get me out of the stupid misery when in reality it was only like running in never-ending circles.
