We stayed like that for a while. Hyunjin playing with my fingers, while I tried to feed Chunghee with my other hand.
Maybe, I could get used to this.
Trusting him was so easy. He was funny, he was smart and he was talented. I learned a lot about him today and up until now, he never even once made me uncomfortable. The opposite, I suddenly wanted to be with him all the time.
"Who's the mother?"
I didn't know why I asked that.
»Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.«
The older boy stopped playing with my hand, now looking at me again.
"I don't know."
"You don't know the mother of your own child?"
"MY WHAT?"
"YOUR CHILD."
"THAT'S NOT MINE, JEONGIN, WHAT THE FUCK? I DIDN'T RAISE THIS DEMON."
"THEN WHO THE FUCK DID?"
"Why are you cursing in front of my child, Yang Jeongin?"
We both looked to the owner of the voice. There he stood in the middle of the kitchen.
Lee Minho, groceries in his hand, an eyebrow raised at me.
Oh shit.
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