Purple - WooSan ✔︎

Chapter 8

San sat on his sofa with one hand holding his head and the other one firmly gripped around a glass of whiskey. He had given up on trying to control the five-year-olds. 

One moment they were on the second floor then all of a sudden they were creating havoc in the living room. They were climbing the trees in the front yard one minute and then there was mud tracked across the floor leading to the back door. The white walls in the halls had grimy handprints all over them and smudges on the glass decorations. At this point, San was ready to explode.

"Yongbok and Changbin," San growled the next time they entered the living room. "For the love of my sanity, please keep your mouths shut and do NOT make any more messes."

Yongbok knew his father was mad and grabbed Changbin's arm and dragged him to another part of the house. San sighed knowing he'd have to pay the cleaner extra and give a profuse apology for the mess in the house.

Finally, it was quiet and San relaxed into his sofa. But ten minutes passed and suddenly it was WAY too quiet.

"Shit, where did those little shits go?" San asked himself, getting up from the sofa to hunt for the children.

Playroom? No. Yongbok's room? Not a soul. The bathroom? No little shit there. The front yard? Not a sign of them.

San began to get concerned and he walked around the first floor. He was just about to go back to the living room when he heard a tiny sneeze from the kitchen. San felt his soul drop when he realized the things that could happen in that place and rushed over. San had barely entered and suddenly, he was hit over the head literally and figuratively.

"What the fuck?!" San exclaimed, grabbing the right side of his head.

He scanned the room in horror, the two boys frozen in place like deers in headlights. Flour was EVERYWHERE. And it so happened to be flour that had hit the side of San's head.

"I'll give both of you five seconds to explain to me what the hell happened in here," San said, his voice trembling in anger but facial expression held neutral.

There was no answer and that pissed San off even more. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and when he opened them again, the two were gone. 

"God damn!"

Luckily, he had long legs and quickly stepped out of the kitchen just in time to see them run around the corner, the flour flying off them as they tried to escape.

"IF YOU TWO DON'T STOP THIS INSTANT, YOUR PUNISHMENT WILL BE SEVERE!"

San rounded the corner and was met with the glossy eyes of both boys and on the other side of them, the upset faces of Seonghwa and Hongjoong. It seemed that having the presence of the other two parents made a difference and both boys began crying with heavy tears rolling down their faces.

"I’M SORRYYYYYY!" Yongbok wailed, walking over to San and hugging his leg.

San didn’t know what to do. His son and his son's best friend were both clinging to their parent’s legs and choked sobs came out of their mouths. They rubbed their snot on their parents' pants and drool fell on the ground in droplets.

"I'm disappointed in you, Changbin," Seonghwa said, which seemed to trigger the child and made him cry harder.

"I’m so-sorry! Do y-you hate me?" Changbin asked, choking on his sobs.

"Of course not but we're sad that you made such a big mess," Hongjoong explained, patting his son's head.

"You will help clean up this mess," Seonghwa said, carefully tilting Changbin's head to look him in the eyes.