Mr. Nerd's Secret | jongsang

↪✏four↩

Yeosang closed the door behind him as he entered. His movements is almost as slow as the sloth as he felt exhausted with the endless unexpected events that downed on him harshly today.

He felt so out of it that he didn't even heard his father calling him since he step his foot inside. He finally acknowledged of the other presence when he was suddenly hugged.

❝bub? oh my god, I'm so worried of you. where were you? you didn't even pick up on our calls. it's so late, I'm scared if anything happens to you.❞ Yeonjin pulled away to check his son, searching for any wounds or bruises.

❝papa..❞ he lowly mumbled, making the father to divert his attention back on him so quick.

❝I'm sorry.❞

❝why are you sorry? there's nothing you should─❞

❝I'm sorry for reacting badly on your new marriage.❞

Yeonjin sighed at that and pat Yeosang's head reassuringly, ❝it's okay. you must be surprised by this sudden news. I totally understand and bonhwa wasn't even upset with it, if you're wondering.❞

Silence engulfed their air for a while, before Yeosang broke it with a question that lit up a feeling of joy inside Yeonjin's heart. ❝c-can I talk to her? privately?❞

But of course he won't let the happiness to blind him fully and still ask for confirmation from his son again, in case he was forcing himself in this. ❝are you sure? you don't have to if you're─❞

❝I want to. please.❞ Yeosang tilt his head upwards, meeting his father's eyes for the first time that night.

Yeonjin then just nodded since he found nothing wrong with him trying, ❝alright. she's in my room.❞

Yeosang muttered a little 'thank you' under his breath and walk upstairs towards his father's room to meet his mother. It only takes a few seconds for him to see the familiar wooden door in front of his eyes. He took a deep breath and placed his hand firmly on the knob; suddenly waves of paranoia hit him.

What if she's the same? Is that face is all an act? Or what if she's all nice when he get in, but then change in the future? What if she─

❝you can't plant it in your head that everyone is the same or is going to be.❞

Yunho's words rang in his head. Screw it.

He turned the knob and the familiar lavender smell hit his nose, calming his nerves a bit. It feels like the first time he step into his high school. The feeling of meeting new people. Nerve wrecking.

❝hello?❞ he wanted to call her name, but he isn't sure what to call her. If calling by her first name, it'll be so rude and mannerless of him to do so towards someone who's older than him.

Luckily, she moves her whole attention from the papers towards him, instantly letting go of the pen she's holding and a friendly smile climbed on her face when she recognised him. ❝oh, yeosang-ah. is it okay if I call you that?❞

❝yeah, of course. it's my name.❞

She smiled softly at the boy's shyness, as perfectly described by her husband. She stood up from her wheeled office chair and sit on the bed, patting the empty spot beside her, ❝come sit here.❞

She could see that the boy was hesitant at first but gave in, maybe all the walking around the neighbourhood had tire his legs out. She noticed the big gap between them but she said nothing because all she want is for him to be comfortable with her.