HISTORY

encounter

"daehan ah~"

wonwoo called when the kid is nowhere to be seen. after having a hangover soup prepared by Mrs. Min, his head maid, he finally sobered up.

"uhm, Mrs. Min. have you seen daehan? also my phone is missing. i remembered clearly i placed it on my table."

"daehaniee? i saw him behind the staircase a while ago. he's playing around as usual sir."

"okay. didn't see him there. i'll check again. thank you."

wonwoo wore his glasses and went to the living room. the mansion was really huge and classy so no one would even notice a little boy roaming around if not given proper attention. he spot the staircase and there he saw daehan sitting, blabbing something.

"oi daehan ah..."

as he's approaching the boy, he realized that he's not talking by himself but with someone on the phone? his phone to be exact?!

"yah kiddo!" he snatched the phone and ended the call. "who on earth are you talking to?! and how did you-"

daehan just slyly grinned at his dad while scratching his head.

"oh uncle min! uncle oshi!"

daehan ran past his dad and welcomed his uncles who suddenly barged in.

"daehaniiiiie our baby! we miss you!"

the two showered the little boy with kisses, hugs and tickles. daehan eyes lit up as the males played with him longer.

"looks like the two of you didn't have a hangover at all?" wonwoo asked.

"of course wons. your alcohol tolerance is just as bad as your eyesight." hoshi replied, earning a hit from wonwoo.

seokmin laughed out loud from hoshi's remarks and instructed daehan to laugh as well which he obliged.

"way to annoy my great saturday everyone."

the three continued to play on the sofa. wonwoo also plopped himself on the other sofa. he's fond of watching them play. a month had passed and he still doesn't know how to act around daehan. the kid was raised abroad for four years secretly. his mom took that responsibility instead of him. now that he's here, he's still not used to his presence. his train of thoughts was cut off when a notification just popped up on his phone.

  +8210397933 :
oi daehan abeoji!
i know this is going to be rude
but did you just  made daehan cry?!
if  i hear him cry again because of you,
i'll tear that mouth of yours into pieces.

wonwoo's stoic expression changed in an instant. he glanced at daehan and scroll onto his recent calls. the unknown number flashed on top, confirming that it's whom daehan was talking to a while ago. wonwoo stretched his fingers before he replied mercilessly.

wonwoo:

psycho.

freak.

get lost.

•••

"psycho? freak?!"

way to start her day. myung's blood boiled immediately.  psycho huh. but got you Mr. Lee. she knew the school and Mr. Lee is hiding something from her about daehan. with the kid's physical appearance alone, she could clearly tell that his father is someone else.