My Son, Beomhyun

Chapter 13

Warning: Excessive use of swear words. And the author has done a bad job in making the chapter.

'Come back alive huh? Tsk, how cheesy of him.'

Beomhyun giggled as he walked through a hallway trying to find the room where his team mates would be in for a meeting. After some doubts of which corridor he should take, the latter begrudgingly admit that he was lost.

"Sheesh, if only I had my phone," Beomhyun sighs, but then again, the fox-bunny hybrid wouldn't give it back to him due to safety reasons.

So you could say that he's phone-less.

"Hyun-ah?"

The said male snapped his head to the direction where his name was said.

"Yoon-ji Noona?" he blurted out, staring at the woman with bob hair that was tied in a half-ponytail, a few strands of her black locks fell down. She was wearing a black oversized sweatshirt along with white khaki shorts and gray slippers, which complemented her white complexion.

She was also pretty, no wonder Ryu-yeong had a crush on her.

'And it's a good thing I'm gay,' Beomhyun thought. Because having an angry Ryu-yeong chasing after him because of a mere attraction was the least of his worries.

"What're ya doing here, kid? Shouldn't you be at Seokjoon's conference room by now?" she asks, emphasizing the conference room.

"I could tell you the same thing, Noona." Beomhyun retorted, arms crossed.

The nineteen-year-old scoffed. "Well turns out my asshole of a sister snoozed my alarm clock and by the time I woke up. My dad's were already preparing for work!"

"So in simpler sentences, Jiyoon-Noona pulled a prank on you."

Yoon-ji shrugs, "Well what can I say? She takes after Appa-Jimin, recessive genes."

"Then who do you take after?" Beomhyun asks.

"My Appa-Yoongi of course," she smirks, quickly taking out a handgun that was hidden under her sweater and pointed it at Beomhyun.

"YAH! Noona put the gun down, you might kill someone!" the young male shrieked, hands over his head.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh relax, I haven't even pulled the safety trigger yet."

"THEN PUT IT DOWN!"

"I will if you answer my question," she said plainly, holding the poor boy at gun-point.

"I got lost okay?! I forgot where Seokjoon-hyung's conference room is!" Beomhyun answered hastily, well it was true.

The kid has bad sense of directions.

Yoon-ji stared at the young boy, trying to figure out if he was lying or not. Then after a few seconds, she lowered her gun.

"Alright kiddo, I believe you. Now c'mon," she says, hands in her sweater pockets.

"Kim's idiocracy lair is this way."

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"Well aren't you two late?" a boy with glasses spat. Eyeing Yoon-ji and Beomhyun with dagger eyes.

Yoon-ji scoffed. "Way to state the obvious Kim," she sassed, giving the messy ash blonde haired male an eye-roll before gesturing Beomhyun to take a seat.

"You two better have a good excuse," Seokjoon warned, running a hand through his messy ash blonde hair, pushing his glasses up to his nose bridge before directing his gaze at the two late-comers.