My Son, Beomhyun

Chapter 4

"What if he doesn't wake up?! UGH, I told you not to shoot the van's tires or it'll flip, Woosan!"

"It wasn't my fault! It was Yeo-jong's, he told me to!"

"Hey! I did not, don't blame it on me you cat-like human!"

"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?"

Beomhyun slowly fluttered his eyes open due to the constant arguing of maybe three individuals. It was so noisy and annoying!

"Guys can you like, shut up?!"

"Never!"

As Beomhyun completely opened his eyes, he caught a glimpse of three males, maybe they were the same age as him, or maybe a year older. One had messy silver hair, the other one beside the silver haired guy was another boy with black hair and red highlights. And the other one had black midnight locks, he was the tallest amongst them.

The tallest male looked over at Beomhyun who was now half awake. His eyes widen in pure relief. "Guys shut it, he's awake!"

The two boys stopped arguing and dashed to Beomhyun, pushing the raven haired boy as a result. 

"Well that was rude," the tallest muttered, standing straight.

"OM, he's so pretty!" Yeo-jong squealed.

"Are you sure he's awake?" the boy named Woosan asked, skeptically. Leaning closer to get a closer look at Beomhyun, too close to the young boy's liking. Receiving a powerful and painful punch from the brunette, sending poor Woosan flying to the wall.

"I guess that answers your question, Woo," the raven haired boy said, leaning on the door frame.

"Dang! That was wicked man!" Yeo-jong laughed heartily.

Realizing what he did, Beomhyun gasped and immediately sat up. "Oh gosh I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-- ow!" he hissed, feeling a bit dizzy with a mild headache, Beomhyun placed a hand on his forehead.

"Guess your head still hurts. I'll get Appa-Jun, you two stay here and watch over him," the raven haired boy chuckled before leaving the room.

"Who, was he?" Beomhyun asked, pointing at the spot where the older boy once stood.

"Oh that was Soojun, he's the one who found you. I'm Yeo-jong, and that oompa loompa you just punched a minute ago..." he pointed at Woosan who has recovered from the punch and was glaring at Beomhyun. "That's Woosan."

"O-Oh, s-sorry about that. I just don't like it when people I hardly know scoot near me, I'm sorry," he apologized.

Woosan sighed playfully, he wasn't really mad. "Well if you insist, I forgive---

Yeo-jong was quick to intervene, "Oh no need to say sorry, the hybrid deserved it---

"YAH!"

'Oh man, these two are as loud as Minsung!' he thought.

Before things were about to get ugly, the door opened. Revealing a pink haired male that was wearing a physician's coat, a clip board on his hand and had a stethoscope hung around his neck. Behind him was Soojun, hands on his back as he followed the male. The male gave Beomhyun a soft smile.

"Ah, I see our friend here is finally awake. How're you honey?" the male asked.

"Oh, umm. I had a bit of a headache earlier, but other than that, I'm fine," Beomhyun said honestly.

The pink haired male hummed before speaking. "What's your name sweetie?" he asked softly as he examined Beomhyun's condition.

"B-Beomhyun, Kang Beomhyun. And, who are you?"