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chapter 5 | Louder

"Does my dad make you nervous?"

"No..." I lie, again. "Sure."

"Why would he?" I dig my grave by pretending to be fine with him, and he chuckles but drifts his attention towards the man, who is already coming back. "I don't know, because women always feel intimidated in front of him."

I shake my head to not say anything since Mister Jeon is here and that he is pouring the cold drink in my glass. "Who?" he is interested in this matter as expected, making me feel even hotter with nervousness. "You."

"Me?" he acts like it is surprising to hear that, putting the glass before me. "I didn't know women feel intimidated by me," he dares to not see how powerful his aura is. "Oh, come on. They all act like 'Oh, Mister Jeon. It's so nice to see you today, how are you doing? I hope you had a good night and had a restful night'," he speaks in a ridiculous voice to mimic what should be a woman's one. "Then you flirt with them, and you tell me 'No, I'm just a gentleman'," he glares at his father as he sat down, deepening the lilt of his voice to reach his. "That's not even true. I don't flirt. Stop saying that."

"Gosh," he rolls his eyes, but they both make me smile. "Come on, let's eat," Mister Jeon changes the subject, and we all dig in the food.

•••

7:20 pm.

"Hey, do you come here this weekend?" Hajoon asks me as he heard his father leave the bathroom, probably hoping for me to stay a little longer here. "I will. I work every day," I hold Hyejoon closer, feeling him nestle his head in the crook of my neck.

He gapes at me, not focusing on his phone anymore. "Seriously? That means I'm gonna be with you all day long?" he expresses way too much joy about this, and I smile at him. "Yes, it does."

"We're gonna play even more then," he beams at me, but his father joins the conversation and sits near me, holding the medical stuff he needs to change my bandage. He has not dried his hair, they are still wet, he looks even more attractive and unreal.

I put my leg over the sofa to place it next to his, and I slightly heave my knee up, making him inch closer and touch my calf. "Has the painkiller helped you?" he asks me, peeking at me into the eyes. I confirm that it did, loving the attention he gives me. For some reason, I am glad I got hurt, this would not have happened if I was not injured.

"Good," he brushes his fingers over my skin and grabs the medical stuff, and I keep my eyes fixed on him, dropping them on his pajama pants but discerning the thickness of his thighs that is even more prominent than in his trousers. At the exact moment that he rolls his sleeves up, I cannot help but scrutinize all the tattoos over his arms and hands. One of his veiny ones grabs my calf, and he brings my leg lower to take the bandage away, revealing my injury.

"Can you go upstairs and get a washcloth?" he addresses his son, and this one agrees, leaving the sofa with his phone. I stay quiet, but Hyejoon does not stay still on me, he raises his head up and sits onto my lap, gazing up into my eyes, with his pacifier in his mouth. My lips curve up, and I brush my fingers past his chubby cheeks.

"This is getting better," Mister Jeon touches the area around the small wound that does not hurt anymore, and I listen to him without saying a word, getting my eyes on him again. "I'll change it tomorrow in the morning. After that, I do not think you will need to keep wearing one. So don't be worried," he reassures me, and I smile back at him.