Mr. Nerd's Secret | jongsang

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For the first time in his life, the silence that engulfed around him is bothering him to the bones till it makes him so uncomfortable that it's worth hiding in a stove so that he won't feel so awkward anymore.

He constantly look between the new comer into the household, which happened to be a woman and his father; who has been scratching the back of his neck ever since his question left his mouth.

He didn't want to put pressure onto his father, so he joked ❝zero marks for kang yeonjin. you can't leave a question unanswered.❞ he even let out a giggle, but the atmosphere doesn't seem to lift up even a bit and continue to be as hard as rock. He didn't want for his father to feel uncomfortable about his question and he wanted to show he meant no harm by it─ though he can't deny the curiosity that's clawing in his mind about the woman and the reason why his father looks so worked up over a simple question.

Yeonjin look towards the woman almost apologetically which she returned with a comforting smile, ❝uh.. how do I start this. let's set up the table for dinner and we'll talk there, o-okay sangie?❞

Yeosang frowned when he heard his father stuttered, ❝papa, why did you look so nervous? it's just.. another introduction you have to do like you did to other maids here.❞

❝that's where you're wrong.❞

❝wha─❞ he was dragged to the table by the arms before he could voice out his confusion.

❝can you wipe this for me, please? thank you very much.❞ a quick peck landed on his cheek the same time as plates and utensils are put in front of him with a clean cloth on top. He was still stunned about the unknown 'news' but decide to put it on hold for a while and actually start helping setting up the table.

After the foods are ready, he went to grab fruit juice in the fridge and pour on each of their glasses, earning a friendly 'thank you' from both adults. He then settled on his own chair, sipping on his juice while eyeing te suspicious adults, who seem more.. what's the word? intimate?

No one spoke a word throughout the dinner. It's just three of them, with mild munching noises and sometimes they'll compliment the woman for her amazing cooking skills that left Yeosang's plate clean without trace, which never happened before because that mother of his is too busy to cook actual foods. Even so, he's grateful that he's still alive today─ which meant that the tiny amount of food he was fed during his stay at his mother's is enough for his body to work and let him stay alive.

His father suddenly clears his throat, making his eyes to fall on him instantly and drop his utensils; giving his full focus.

❝so.. yeosang-ah. I have something to tell you❞

❝what is it?❞

He cleared his throat once again, his right hand went to lace with the woman's, causing for Yeosang to drop his jaw when he finally connect the dots.

❝y-you..❞

❝this is my wife, Yoo Bonhwa.❞ he admitted while staring straight at the frozen Yeosang, who still couldn't fully interpret what he felt after hearing the news. He meant, of course he was happy when his father finally found the one he could spend his entire life with without constant trouble coming into his way, and actually having a partner he could lean on. And this will benefit him too, in a way where he maybe could finally feel the missing motherly love.

But there's a feeling inside Yeosang that disagree with this. The fact that this is also the exact same way his mother probably was behaving when she first met his father once upon a time ago. That pure smile, innocent face and the kind demeanour till no one could figure out a demon inside her till she had him. He unleashed the demon inside her. What if he'll unleash yet another demon inside this Yoo Bonhwa? Not only would it destroy himself more because of the unending lies, it'd wreck his father. And he certainly don't want that to happen.