THAT SECRETARY

five

the speech went quite good. it didn't last for an hour or so and it was pretty easy so didn't have a hard time recalling things and memorizing it. and now that i have a few hours to spare, i decided to spend it with haechan.

"hyuck, can we buy some ice cream?"

"let me get it sir... i'll-"

"no..." i chortle a bit. "i mean, right now. then i can send you home."

his lips pastes into a thin line, then he fiddles with his finger and slowly walk towards me.

"sir, you don't have to be this kind to us. you've already given me a favor today by making him happy and allowing me to bring him-"

"hyuck..." i laugh. "i like your son. he's adorable and i'd like to know him more."

i crouch a bit to meet his eyes but he averted it somewhere else. i sigh and slowly, lift his chin up.

"is that okay?"

"w-what?"

"haechan. can i... be a close hyung for him?"

"you're his daddy- wait... i mean..." he trails off, then lifted his head up as if my eyes were in the ceiling staring right into him.

"yeah, i am." i smile widely. "i won't force you if you're uncomfortable with it. i just want to, maybe play with him somewhere else and more often."

"why?"

"i've already told you the reasons why-"

"why are you so kind to us?"

to think of a definite answer: it's only because of you, and your son. nothing else. no other factors.

but it's not like i'd tell that to him.

"haechan was so happy earlier and i owe that to you. you see, he really wanted huge cars. he was so fond of them but i can't buy him that because it was so expensive." he sighs. "but you just bought him that."

"i still don't see the problem..." i reply but with heavy heart.

it's sad to think that donghyuck had try his best and gave his everything, i know that since he worked with me for the past months, but still he wasn't able to give everything that haechan wants.

"you just let him call you his daddy. mark, we both know what this holds. i'm his papa, you're the one he calls his daddy."

"it's just for the sake of names. i know my limits."

"but still-"

"hyuck... you can tell me if you don't want haechan to be close with me or call me daddy. i have no problem with whatever you want."

"i'm just, worried. you might be uncomfortable with it. i'm going with whatever makes my son happy anyway."

"i'm okay with it." my lips tugs upward, in a small smile. "by the way, where is he?"

"he's sleeping."

"oh!" i frown. "i was excited to end the meeting, i was hoping i'd get to play with him."

"he takes a nap for an hour, then ask for milk, then he plays again."

i nod.

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"daddy. chocolate ice cwearm, please?"

"two chocolate ice cream please and..." i face the baby in my arms. "what ice cream does papa like?"