My Son, Beomhyun

Chapter 12

Beomhyun heaved out a sigh as he leaned his back against the bench he was sitting on.

It's been what? Three hours since he decided to do his shooting ranges again and not to mention that his back and his arms were aching because of the intense combat battle he had with Ji-yoon yesterday afternoon. And not to mention that Yoon-ji (Ji-yoon's twin and Ryu-yeong's crush) saw him practicing shooting at 4:39 in the morning and challenged him to a duel.

Not that he won though. I mean, the two ladies were skilled professionals.

And besides, no one could beat the Min twins.

The latter was even surprised that he wasn't experiencing any muscle pain or whatsoever. He should be thankful that his papa taught him how to box and work-out at thirteen.

Wait, what was he talking about? Beomhyun was the one who pleaded to his father to bring him to the gym that time because he didn't wanna be labeled as scrawny.

"Ah, I knew I'd find you here," a voice surged from his left.

Rolling his eyes, Beomhyun scoffed. "Well, duh. Where else would I be huh? And I'm surprised you aren't on a wheelchair anymore."

Soojun scoffed, taking a big piece of waffles from the plate he was balancing on his right hand. He took a bite and sat beside the brunette, the lad thrusted the plate to Beomhyun's direction. "Want one?"

The brunette shook his head, "I already ate some."

"Liar, Yeo-jong's like the only cook at the mansion. And when I checked he wasn't even awake wh–

Beomhyun snarled. "Because I cooked those you fool."

An embarrassed 'oh' was heard from the older male as he cleared his throat. "They're good by the way."

"Of course they are. Anyways–" Beomhyun got up from the bench and stared at the rave haired male. "Why're you here? You know you're not supposed to walk around hyung. You still have one heck of a stab wound," he says, flashing the male a concerned look.

Leaning against the bench, Soojun gave him a sly smirk. "Oh? So you worry about me Bear-squirrel?"

Again, Beomhyun scoffed. "No, I want you dead."

"Ouch," Soojun says dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. "You just broke my heart."

"Then that's a good thing then," Beomhyun giggled.

Once again, silence had engulfed them.

"So....." Soojun trailed of, glancing at the brunette. "You nervous about tonight?"

The brunette let out a dry chuckle as he tighten his grip on his gun, "Nervous? Heh, I'm absolutely petrified, hyung."

Soojun rolled his eyes. "Then you should have thought about it first before you wanted to be my substitute. Now look, you're nervous as heck."

Beomhyun sighs, "It's not that hyung."

"Then what is?" Soojun asks.

The younger male brought his knees onto his chest. "I'm scared that if I die on this mission, I-I might leave my dad all alone. A-And I don't want that, I'm the only family he has left, and he's the only one I have. And I don't know where he even is right now, if he's alright, if he's looking for me. If he's....." he gulped. "If he's dead or something, I-I don't know. I'm not scared of death hyung," Beomhyun stated, looking straight into Soojun's eyes.

"I'm just scared of leaving my Papa all alone."

Listening to the brunette's dialogue, Soojun couldn't help but smile. "You must really love your dad then."